<?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-7556834</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:48:55.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basics..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-6719552749846202268</id><published>2009-07-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:15:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-Mq9HAE62Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-Mq9HAE62Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-6719552749846202268?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6719552749846202268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=6719552749846202268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/6719552749846202268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/6719552749846202268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-116157671956839120</id><published>2006-10-23T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:11:59.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case</title><content type='html'>If you still don't know, I've shifted my blog a few months ago. Don't bother checking back here. This will be the last post. :) I wouldn't delete this blog cause I do occasionally read the archives when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic to end this last post in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/hellokitty.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/hellokitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-116157671956839120?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/116157671956839120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=116157671956839120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/116157671956839120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/116157671956839120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115669198577371016</id><published>2006-08-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:19:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Whoever who reads my blog please tell all the gossip mongers to shut their gap?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I told my mum about it so what? Mei isn’t even pissed with me neither is boy. We all know how my mum will react if she’s the last to know. So shut up already. Yes I told mummy. Why must keep mentioning my name like it’s a bad thing. Why everyone like to talk behind my back and not ask me themselves? So timid is it? Is gossiping your life or something?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seriously _|_&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tell it in my face if you want to say anything. Don’t come and talk to everyone but me about what i’ve said. Ask me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115669198577371016?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115669198577371016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115669198577371016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115669198577371016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115669198577371016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/08/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-115468885696405231</id><published>2006-08-04T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:54:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal Day</title><content type='html'>Took a nap before getting up to go for the party at Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken called me suddenly at like 8+ and ask if I can leave my house now for Family. His plan was to go to Family get the stamp (before the queue gets long) and while waiting for the crowd to come we'll go to the casino first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary won 200 from big small. Lol. Anyways thing is, before entering the casino we had to show some ID and I showed my Singapore driver's licence and the security guard asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Are you an air hostess?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No *Smile*&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Oh, you look pretty enough to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I floated my way into the casino. Seriously I literally floated. LOL. When I told Moses he laughed at me. -.- He went ROFL LAWL HAHAHAHA. So evil right. I'm like his gf and he laughs at me because I say I float when the guard said that. Compliment what. Who wouldn't like to hear it? People compliment YOUR gf leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then at the casino we were all waiting for Ken and Gary to finish their game. I walked to the blackjack table just behind the big small game. While I was looking at the game, someone tapped me on my shoulders... I thought it was like either one of them telling me they've finished the game and would like to go back to the Family. BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A STRANGER! Some ang moh tapped on the shoulders and smiled so cheekily when I looked at him! He's like uncle pattern you know! Wah lau, if I were to be alone I think I would freak out big time. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left and headed back to Family. And we bumped into Travis! Yay! The Mr. Nice who drove to my place and gave me Krispy Kreme donuts his friend brought from Sydney. The only pic taken yesterday is with Travis. Oh and, the guy at the DJ console who does the beat box was damn funny. I kept looking at how he beat box because it was interesting and he actually thought I was trying to check him out and flirt with him! OMG! It was hilarious lah. He smile cheekily and waved at me. I couldn't stand it and I laughed immediately. Really laughed out loud. Then I didn't dare to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's like normal clubbing just that it's dominated by Asians because it's like an asian party held by HKSA. Not many handsome guys though. Sigh. Not as happening as MOS yesterday I think. The way Moses described MOS last night makes me wanna go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, any Zouk members.. Or if you've got any friends who is a member of Zouk please tell them to go "sign their attendance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the email reply I got from Zoukclub because I asked to write an email to inform them that I am studying abroad. I asked them why it was necessary to inform them and this is what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;As you  are aware, Zouk's membership is given complimentary, and as we have already max  our membership quota quite a few years back, we are now in the process of  sieving out passive members to allow for new members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;If you  did not informed us of your long absent, your membership may not be renewed  since it has not been used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go sign your attendance regularly! Haha. Dear, you better start going Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115468885696405231?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115468885696405231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115468885696405231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115468885696405231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115468885696405231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/08/abnormal-day.html' title='Abnormal Day'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115466219916429638</id><published>2006-08-04T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:29:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So lazy</title><content type='html'>I've not been doing anything to the new blog site so i'm not changing the site so soon. Don't worry I'll let you guys know my blog address. ^^ Maine I never got your msn address before. Haha. Anyways I'll let you know my new blog site through friendster or something ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea I forgot to blog about 7th month. You know 7th month is like a belief in asian countries right? So I was like asking my ah yi, then Aussie leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yi: "Oh yours different, they come out during halloween only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! So yea. Enjoy your 2 months of hungry ghost festival people. Be careful, you might have made a friend unknowingly and he/she is sharing your room or bed right now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, halloween only and it's so fun lah halloween so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog later about the party last night. I got to bathe and take a nap. I have so much self discipline ok. I woke up for my 8am lecture this morning despite the fact that we went to a party last night. /pat /praise myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115466219916429638?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115466219916429638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115466219916429638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115466219916429638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115466219916429638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-lazy.html' title='So lazy'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115452138822482070</id><published>2006-08-02T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:23:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hi  Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thanks  for informing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The  reason being is so we can suspend your card for the period u are  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Members who did not inform us that they have been away always find their  cards deleted from the system and not renewed. This is because our system  has a  given quota of the number of times each card should be utilised. If anyone has  been overseas, naturally their cards are under utilised. Hence, the system  will deem the  cards inactive and not renew the cards and delete them from the  system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So i  have plenty of members calling in to ask why their card was not renewed. And in  order for me to reinstate their cards, i need to see proof of document that they  have been  overseas. Namely by asking them to fax me copies of the pages of their passport  which indicates the dates they went away. That as you can tell is a  hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Therefore we encourage members to inform us should they feel that they  are not able to "clock" in enough visits due to whatever reasons that may be. It  could be going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; away  overseas, pregnancy, or even busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","away \noverseas, pregnancy, or even busy at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I hope \ni have made it clearer for u and if you have further enquiries or know anyone \nelse who has, please do not hesitate to email me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;Lenny \nHaslinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Zouk Management Pte \nLtd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;17-21 Jiak Kim St. S169420&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;Tel: 6738 2988 ext 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;Fax: 6738 3988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",1] ); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I hope  i have made it clearer for u and if you have further enquiries or know anyone  else who has, please do not hesitate to email me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shrugs- I didn't know I had to inform them and I didn't inform them the first time I went overseas and all that. Hopefully they wouldn't cancel my card now that i've told them about my situation. So if you know of any friends who are also members let them know. Tell them about it lest they get their card cancelled. Email lenny@zoukclub.com to inform her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7556834-115452138822482070?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115452138822482070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115452138822482070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115452138822482070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115452138822482070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/08/zouk-reply.html' title='Zouk reply'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115440201403503548</id><published>2006-08-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:13:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I'm shifting my blog elsewhere. Starting a new address but I'm gonna leave all these behind as memories and I like this blog address so no, I'm not going to let it go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think the new blogsite is ready I'll let you guys know. (You guys meaning friends on my MSN) I know there are some who reads my blog but doesn't tag or anything so if you want the new address email me or erm tag or whatever there'll be a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't need to hide what I want to say. I can just blog what I want to and not worry about hurting anyone. Because I'm still screening my thoughts whenever I blog and it's so pointless. So yep. It's better to shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115440201403503548?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115440201403503548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115440201403503548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115440201403503548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115440201403503548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115435172858576252</id><published>2006-07-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:15:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ok!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm ok. Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That post was just a thank you post. Sorry for making it sound so morbid and awfuly depressing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways made a few friends. Linda, singaporean. Adele, singaporean. Deborah, singaporean. Yes I know very weird huh? All singaporeans. I didn't purposely choose to do so it's just such a coincidence we all came from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And made a friend in the Casino too. He's from phillipines and he's handsome and he's fucking rich. Where to find right? Hahaha. His LV wallet has like 7 card slots which were occupied by all his credit cards and inside where he placed his notes it's like all 100 notes. Kao. Moses asked why he didn't give me a chip to gamble. -.- But true lah, he should have given me a $25 chip to play also ma. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Miss Sixty in Chinatown yesterday and bought 3 belts. All very nice! And the girl who served us is also a singaporean! Lol. Brisbane's flooded with singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came online moses sent me something that kept me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/LOL2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll blog another day. Too sleepy. Very abrupt i know but I took a long time editing the picture and my eyes are closing. So yea. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115435172858576252?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115435172858576252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115435172858576252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115435172858576252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115435172858576252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-ok.html' title='I&apos;m ok!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115397056134645109</id><published>2006-07-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:22:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life here</title><content type='html'>I chose to study here in Brisbane away from my mum and bf and comfort zone and I regret it at times. I did think of turning back many times but I finished one sems and I don't see why I shouldn't continue. One thing I feel proud of is, no matter how much I hate being away from my comfort zone and I may be struggling but I am very thankful that I have enough determination to continue and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not what I would consider happy but at least I know after this I'll be very delighted and proud at what I've acheived. So I'm trying my best to not give up because I'm emotional now. It's not easy but I'll try. At least after all this I see a change for the better with regards to my relationship with my family and Moses. My mum sensed a change in me and told Moses too. I think this is all fated. This is the time for me to toughen up and change for the better and learn how to appreciate what I have. Not that I don't but it makes me feel it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very grateful to a few friends who have been talking to me and telling me to think rationally. You know who you are and really I appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dearest darling Moses, I'm really glad I came over. It made us appreciate each other a lot more and made me understand the meaning of really missing someone. I'm also very thankful that you are so supportive and you always talk sense into me so I know what I should do. Thank you for accompanying mummy and taking time to have dinner and a small chat with her every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my thoughts and thanks to the people who have been realy helpful to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115397056134645109?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115397056134645109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115397056134645109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115397056134645109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115397056134645109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-here.html' title='Life here'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-115304294403696168</id><published>2006-07-16T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:42:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Raymond thinks I'm very eng so he tagged me. And no, I didn't kidnap him to palais renaissance. He willingly led the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR TEN FAVOURITES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colors&lt;/span&gt;: Red, Orange, Green Yellow. No actual favourite tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;: Spicy yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt;: The One You Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;: Superman (Yea right..) Stick It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt;: Shopping. It's a sport to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;: Autumn/Spring (But like duh, Sg only has Summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice-cream flavours&lt;/span&gt;: Vanilla? (Yes I know, very boring. So what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;countries&lt;/span&gt;: Ni hon go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;: Pillow, bed and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR NINE CURRENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current mood&lt;/span&gt;: Horny (Copied from Raymond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current clothes&lt;/span&gt;: Tee, boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current desktop&lt;/span&gt;: Collage made by Moses using our pics taken in Japan&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current toe nails&lt;/span&gt;: Brown with little crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current time&lt;/span&gt;: 5:30 Sg time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current annoyance&lt;/span&gt;: Hungry but I can't eat till 7. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current thoughts&lt;/span&gt;: If I should just cook some noodles now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current songs&lt;/span&gt;: Jolin - Chun chun yu dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current chatter&lt;/span&gt;: -nil-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 8 FIRST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;: see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;: Can't rem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt;: Ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;: How the hell do I rem the first lie I've ever told? I've told a million others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;: .... Beethoven? When I was still an embryo? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO REM? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not gonna answer the rest of the questions in this section. It's ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Crazy questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; YOUR 6 LAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last drink&lt;/span&gt;: Watsons Distilled Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last car ride&lt;/span&gt;: From Sim Lim back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last crush&lt;/span&gt;: My current bf? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last movie seen&lt;/span&gt;: Stick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last phone call&lt;/span&gt;: Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last cd played&lt;/span&gt;: CD??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING&lt;/span&gt;: Wig, ring, contact lens, acrylic nails and earrings. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;: Breathe, stroll, listen and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 THINGS YOU HEAR RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;:  Music from Itunes, my nieces screaming and the sound from typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt;: Oxygen and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 THING I DO WHEN IM BORED&lt;/span&gt;: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO I WANT TO DO THIS&lt;/span&gt;:  Ling, Mynn, Iris and whoever who bothers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's mummy's birthday. Sigh. How do you get someone who has everything a present? A trip to the moon?&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/7556834-115304294403696168?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115304294403696168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115304294403696168&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115304294403696168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115304294403696168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-115276780824388119</id><published>2006-07-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:16:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phi Phi Island</title><content type='html'>I made a post earlier on but it got deleted some how. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm in phi phi island now and I have difficulties typing because I'm very hiao. I went to make acrylic nails and I can't type properly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just letting you guys know it's pointless to contact me now cuz you'll only waste your money. Ok, I'm going to look for something to do now that wouldn't get me tanned. But the beach is so tempting. Beautiful clear water. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss WoW. Zise, Dorisell and Ahkai. Well, not forgetting our oh so adorable Ah Teong!! Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115276780824388119?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115276780824388119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115276780824388119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115276780824388119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115276780824388119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/phi-phi-island.html' title='Phi Phi Island'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115148172652210835</id><published>2006-06-28T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:03:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity House?</title><content type='html'>All you people who are close to my family in any way, think what? My house charity house is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free this free that. Knn. Don't say my siblings partners and all that. They do contribute by helping out in my house. But all you bloody other people think my mum is generous my dad SUPER generous so you abuse it is it? Never even contribute any shit you want to take free things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you ok. TD. Don't come and pretend to be fucking nice to me also. I can tell when people are fake to me. I'm not dumb. I try to be nice to you only because either you are not someone i'll meet everyday or because you're an elder. I don't want to cause conflict. But don't fucking make me dulan. I don't like it when people think because we're nice to them they can make use of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote ling's previous post:&lt;br /&gt;'i hate it when people take other's KINDNESS as a WEAKNESS.. i cant tolerate seeing that and it only disgusts me further if i know that person. yuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T EVER think of taking my mother's kindness as a weakness you will fucking get screwed. I will never forget all the small fucking details of how you made use of my mum's kindness. You will fucking get your karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you don't want help when deep inside you want it so bad. Don't come and act all independant and act seh. Say you won't ask for help but you will accept it. Don't bloody act like this. Seriously, it's fucking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you fucking stop making use of anyone in my family. I will fucking get you to pay. My mum will probably leave it and ask me not to bother, but you think I will let it go? Just you wait. I will not let it go at that because they are my family you fucking retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the number of fucks I used in this post to estimate how bloody annoyed I am. Just because I keep quiet doesn't mean I know nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115148172652210835?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115148172652210835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115148172652210835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115148172652210835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115148172652210835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/charity-house.html' title='Charity House?'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115147098583136784</id><published>2006-06-28T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:03:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th June</title><content type='html'>Yay, going back to Sg tmr. Should be arriving in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I met my high school senior in WoW. Didn't mention this, did I? His name is Qin Kai (Iris you know him?) Anyways we call him Ahkai cuz it's his ingame nick and he introduced a damn addictive song and we kept listening to the song last night. It's funny and nice! Rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zise will be singing it on Skype when we farm tonight. I'm looking forward to hearing him sing it. It'll be so freaking hilarious. ~~Dim sum gerrrr... In such a crazy world, my dim sum gerrr...~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I need shopping you know. I want to buy all the shoes in Pazzion and all the nice shoes everywhere. I'm more interested in shoes. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Erm, yea you're being so vague I have no idea what you're trying to say. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115147098583136784?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115147098583136784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115147098583136784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115147098583136784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115147098583136784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/29th-june.html' title='29th June'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115096418940736567</id><published>2006-06-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:16:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsive Decision</title><content type='html'>After my last paper, I made an impulsive decision. But it's rational and I think it's reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna tell you what it is yet. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a big deal actually but it's kinda fun and exciting. So yep. Post more some other day. Now.. I just need to WoW...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115096418940736567?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115096418940736567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115096418940736567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115096418940736567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115096418940736567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/impulsive-decision.html' title='Impulsive Decision'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115088974552408411</id><published>2006-06-21T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:35:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Resource is boring shit.</title><content type='html'>I'm not studying. It's MCQ and True/False paper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's studying. (Or so I think) Everyone's too excited about the holidays already. I don't want to study. HR is so boring. I actually wanna just go to the exam hall without reading anything. But I'm forcing myself to at least to read all my lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring. I have no idea how I'm going to continue studying. The fact that it's the last paper of this semester, makes it worse.  It makes me feel more excited and I keep forgetting I have a paper. I treat it as a normal school day. In fact, I only need to get 25 marks to pass the entire module. That's not helping. That's making me feel like I have the right to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn HR. It's really a dry *insert dry face here* subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115088974552408411?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115088974552408411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115088974552408411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115088974552408411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115088974552408411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/human-resource-is-boring-shit.html' title='Human Resource is boring shit.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115082658269472452</id><published>2006-06-21T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:13:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time</title><content type='html'>One more paper on thurs and I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways long blog ahead... With pictures *yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry I don't have pics of my delicious food in Brisbane. Yes there's yummy food in Brisbane too ok. Kimchi Fried Rice, Kimchi "steamboat" noodles, Melt-in-the-mouth beef, Melt-in-the-mouth mushrooms, 4 and 20 meat pie which Ichigo introduced and not forgetting my favourite HOT CHOCOLATE, esp from St Lucia Bakery. Me heart uncle. He makes yummy cakes/pies and hot chocolate. Heart heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh digress.. zzz.. Anyways reason why I don't have pics is because, too yummy lah. Never thought of taking pics. Camera under used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping again. Yes from ASOS. I am now looking for Garrick (Shirley's ex bf) or Ben (WoW friend) to lend me their address. Zzz. The items I want can only be delivered to UK. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to put it in my basket but but the time I made up my mind, the sizes were gone. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the white one, although I really think the red looks cool too. But hard to match.. I'm very fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1xl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underlying reason of why Eve (&amp; Michelle) is (are) so desperate to look for someone who lives in UK. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Btw, it's only SGD15. TOO BAD! NO STOCK FOR YOU ALREADY! *Evil laughter*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Btw, we just came back from Chinatown where they sell the melt-in-the-mouth beef and mushroom. Ok lah! It's called wagyu beef lah. Super yummy but ex also. Zzzz. Then because we were so bored, we had to wait for the train which was gonna come only in an hours time.. (You'll never guess what we did)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD'S WORST STRIPCLUB OR WHATEVER IT'S CALLED. *insert every known vulgarities/expletives/hokkien vocab etc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were curious what! Never enter before so we think and thought and think and thought and finally decided to pay 20 bucks to see FAT BITCHES ACT SEXY. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blood boil* I can't believe I actually stood there the whole time watching her act sexy in her bra and panties loh! Then she took off her bra to show me her saggy tits! Seriously, it's not arousing at all. It's nauseating, repulsive. We came out feeling SO annoyed. On our way home, we were like complaining that it was SUPER not worth it. Then he mentioned.. "Zhan bu qi lai some more" ROFL! Really I kept trying to look away not because I was shy or embarassed. Seriously I'm not the kind who will be, as you can see. But it was because I just ate, super full and I felt really disgusted! Wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you, I don't have pics of them. (Duh, obviously) If I really have pics of those bitches you'll vomit whatever you've eaten, including your breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, his mac laptop has a wonderful digicam that kept us entertained for a long long long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo30.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right.. But we got so bored we tried the rest of it.. and I couldn't stop laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo37.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo47.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo46.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo43.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/Photo43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Zhou Chong Qing (whatever his name is) here right?!! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pics you'll realise that I'm trying not to laugh all the time but I failed terribly. It was super fun ok! There are still more but I'm just lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/ferry.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;"  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/ferry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a final pic of us. NORMAL pic. Taken on the ferry at night, romantic like hell. Rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115082658269472452?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115082658269472452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115082658269472452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115082658269472452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115082658269472452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/free-time.html' title='Free time'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-115022900846739092</id><published>2006-06-14T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T04:05:08.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WARNING: Bimbo In Action.. Bimbotic post ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, Moses here ma. Furthermore exams exams and more exams.. zzz.. (Refer to title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog more after my papers with pictures! But then again.. I'll prolly be busy WoW-ing and going out with Moses! After my papers, Charlene's gonna be here I think. I don't know when but we're gonna take the same flight back as her. I hope when she comes we'll have double the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt-in-the-mouth beef. Kimchi Fried Rice. Dream World. Omg.. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Pray that my papers would be what I've learnt and as easy as A = L + OE. (Ling and ah mei.. You know you need to.. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-115022900846739092?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/115022900846739092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=115022900846739092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115022900846739092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/115022900846739092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-blogging.html' title='Not blogging?'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114966052508826955</id><published>2006-06-07T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T14:08:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous</title><content type='html'>I find it unsafe here in Brisbane. It's like I'm asian and I might get the racist treatment kinda thing and also because I don't have a dick down there *looks down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unsafe even for a guy to head out at night alone. At least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I'm not an ordinary lady on the street! What if.. What if.. I.. *sobs* get raped/kidnapped? I'm not exactly ugly you know. But at least I know I'm not deemed as TOO PRETTY or something. Hmm, don't mind my crazy thoughts. I just woke up. My brain's still half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the post I wanna copy and paste. I think I can't do that. Sigh. Unfortunately. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114966052508826955?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114966052508826955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114966052508826955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114966052508826955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114966052508826955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/dangerous.html' title='Dangerous'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114959443854925957</id><published>2006-06-06T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:47:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion of control</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you think your fate lies in your hands. You make the decision for yourself and no one can tell you what to do. But then again, you're not in full control of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, wonder what and how much control do we actually have over our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed one tut and started scrubbing the kitchen stove, vacuumed the floor etc. Suddenly felt the urge to clean the whole house and pack it up a bit. But have decided to stop and continue studying before I feel so exhausted and make an excuse for myself to not study today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm blogging.. wtf..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114959443854925957?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114959443854925957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114959443854925957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114959443854925957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114959443854925957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/illusion-of-control.html' title='Illusion of control'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114948035071244629</id><published>2006-06-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:05:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a thoughtful post..</title><content type='html'>Haha. According to Damian it's a thoughtful post.. No no, not talking about my blog. We're looking at Ling's blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blogged everything I wanted to say! (Except the bah chor mee and all the boh liao parts..) Lol. No point re blogging I guess.  For those who knows her blog add go read it,  but for those who don't I might copy and paste once I get her approval. (Plagarism lei) She wouldn't really appreciate if I spam her blog add and furthermore I have anonymous-es snooping around my blog for I don't know what reason. I bite meh? Why can't say your name? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens doesn't it? When you put up a tagboard, you should expect anonymous and weird people who'll suddenly tag something and they either hate you or love you. Bleahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: Erm, I forgot.. You guys might not be able to read it cuz it might be a friends only post.. I'll ask if I can copy and paste later.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114948035071244629?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114948035071244629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114948035071244629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114948035071244629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114948035071244629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-thoughtful-post.html' title='What a thoughtful post..'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114921352294865654</id><published>2006-06-02T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:58:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I went thru the last of my lectures!! OMG! That's it! No more lessons this sems! Woo Hoo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week would be like a study week before exams starts.. Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means... Moses is coming soon! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a different note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about what you are doing, but what do you LEARN from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think gaming = waste of time and money (for WoW). Changed my thinking afterall. Not because I'm addicted but because I made friends in the game, because I learnt how to organise and learn to decide quickly and all that at the expense of only USD 14.99 / month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All mistakes made in the game would only cost this much, you learn from your mistake and become smarter. You might think it's just a game, but think about it.. If you do learn thru the game and yet not at the expense of hurting yourself in the real world. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a game if you don't want it to be. It lets you see the different reactions or behaviours from different people around the world. It makes you learn how human might react to certain reactions, makes you realise lots of things that you'll probably have to put in lots of time to learn outside the game. But you get it all.. in game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't just apply to WoW.. It applies to every online game or whatsoever. As long as you like the game, play it and learn what it teaches you. Don't just say to occupy your time. You have a million things to occupy your time if you really want to. Find a deeper reason to what helps you when you play the game.. Then.. It makes more sense to play it.. ^^&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (And you can convince your mum to stop bugging you when you play it. Haha)&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/7556834-114921352294865654?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114921352294865654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114921352294865654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114921352294865654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114921352294865654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114914678430707294</id><published>2006-06-01T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T09:59:08.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok to be weak.</title><content type='html'>I just watched Fruits Basket and this episode hmm.. how do I put it? relates to what I felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're told that in this world, it's the survival of the fittest. But I don't think that's right. We're people, we're not animals, isn't it ok to feel weak sometimes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure why I've decided to do this, I'm not any stronger than I was and nothing else has changed. But all the same, this time i'm not going to run away. It's ok to feel weak sometimes, it's ok to be afraid. The important thing is that we face our fears, that's.. that's what makes us strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114914678430707294?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114914678430707294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114914678430707294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114914678430707294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114914678430707294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-ok-to-be-weak.html' title='It&apos;s ok to be weak.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114914271686233613</id><published>2006-06-01T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:37:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convention</title><content type='html'>Convention night marked the 16th anniversary of my mum's company, bwL. (Not Black Wing Lair, you WoW geeks) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Zise claims that my dad is exalted with bwL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[1:28:37 AM] Jiawei says: no wonder. and i can tell Mr Richard Pek is damn exalted with BWL. he must have cleared Nef many times. he come out the whole of Stormwind stood up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[1:29:20 AM] Jiawei says: a bit lah. but cannot beat the Indonesian Horde. wa piang damn loud&lt;/p&gt;(Sorry WoW language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before that convention night we had dinner with 5566 at Marina Long Beach Restaurant. That was the first time seeing fans going after their idols ok. Super scary I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cabs sped into the carpark and their timing was so accurate! Once all the fans reached and got into a line to welcome them, 5566 arrived. Wah kao! During the dinner, the fans booked a table outside our room just to wait for them to finish their meal. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night was the night where everyone dressed up! Every year only one occasion our whole family would dress up nicely esp my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/cuzz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/cuzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year also have this 'flower' photo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSCF0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/2125613695884l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/2125613695884l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the photos from previous years. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos pls click the link on your right "Mynn". She'll prolly mention about clicking the link on the left of her blog that says "Joyce Jie". ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just wanted to add random pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02792.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02791.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02797.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/22280016064918l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/22280016064918l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is us like 3 - 4 years ago. So fugly right? But I just want to put up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/62.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're bored, act cute. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114914271686233613?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114914271686233613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114914271686233613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114914271686233613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114914271686233613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/06/convention.html' title='Convention'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114905951760563595</id><published>2006-05-31T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:11:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/471/1600/dear_me%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 281px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/471/320/dear_me%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" 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/7556834-114905951760563595?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114905951760563595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114905951760563595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114905951760563595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114905951760563595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/05/mine.html' title='Mine!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114892058770661977</id><published>2006-05-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:36:27.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW</title><content type='html'>WoW-ing makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW-ing + hot chocolate = endorphins released = feel good = Happy Jever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love World of Warcraft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114892058770661977?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114892058770661977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114892058770661977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114892058770661977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114892058770661977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title='WoW'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114881265684677821</id><published>2006-05-28T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:37:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad erase good.</title><content type='html'>You know how I get emo over missing my family and stuff and people tend to judge that as a sign of weakness meaning, I'm not strong enough or I'm not independant etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does missing one's family really proves that I'm not strong and independant? Just because I love my family so much that I can't bear to leave them means I can't be independant? What does being independant or strong means to you? Why is it that because I'm exceptionally close to my family I have to be called dependant and weak? When something bad happens, it erases all the good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I do think about how nice it would be if I were to be in Singapore studying. Yet at the same time, is it worth the trouble to go through 3 years of SIM and get that degree when I'm given a chance to get another one which I think is of a better choice? I do question myself every now and then but sometimes it all boils down to my rational point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am too emotional and rational at the same time sometimes. Yes, irony. But I do know it's irrational to give up my studies in UQ and head back to Sg to get another degree but when I miss home so much I really thought of doing so. It sounded so feasible then. But somehow deep inside me I knew I couldn't bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only would I disappoint myself, I would also disappoint my mum and aunts. Sometimes I can't find the joy in studying in UQ but sometimes I can't find the joy in studying in Sg either. Being here means missing everyone at home. Being in Sg means not being able to experience a uni life like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always 2 sides to a coin and I chose my own path so I can't complain. It's tough but I'm sure after everything I'll be so proud to hold my cert and celebrate my graduation. I wouldn't feel proud if I graduated from some uni in Singapore though. I don't feel the excitment when I got my O levels or Diploma. But I know I will when I get my Degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, Michelle's coming over together with my sis next sems. I'm sure it'll be all good! ^^&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My little sis came over to accompany me for a few days before flying back this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels empty without her now. For the past few days we were like laughing and doing crazy stuff in the room. Reading all the stupid comic books we bought and watching Fruits Basket together. But now.. the room is.. a bit.. quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not show, or may not know how to show it. But I believe she knows it herself too that I love her. It's just sometimes when I want the best for her I tend to be agitated when she doesn't listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens doesn't it? When you love someone too much and you get worked up when they don't understand where you come from kinda thing. But being the fact that we're sisters, we tend to make up sliently and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to next sems when she'll be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'll just await for 8th of June to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114881265684677821?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114881265684677821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114881265684677821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114881265684677821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114881265684677821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-erase-good.html' title='Bad erase good.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114873218210415991</id><published>2006-05-27T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:16:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My freedom please?</title><content type='html'>Be posting pics of the Convention Night soon. But have to get the pics from someone first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who loves freedom. I don't like it when people control what I have to do, what I have to say, what I have to eat, what I have to read etc. I really need lots of space and I like to be alone reading in bed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes I'm hyper I go clubbing and all that. Normally that's when I'm with people I'm close with, my family, my best friends. But there are times when I also need my freedom to do things I like and feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people tell me what to do with my life. So don't try it on me. I get annoyed when people bug me and pester me so don't try it. I feel irritated when people think they know what or how I'm feeling when it's not true, so don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum and Moses don't restrict me that much and they give me the freedom I want. Even my best friends like ling, know that I need space to breathe and when they try to reach me all the time, they know I will be annoyed. So please all of you, just leave me alone now. I NEED MY SPACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114873218210415991?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114873218210415991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114873218210415991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114873218210415991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114873218210415991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-freedom-please.html' title='My freedom please?'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114767543316873681</id><published>2006-05-15T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:43:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adel made me do this.</title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment at their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there is no need to do this AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;5. The most impt rule: have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Humourous&lt;br /&gt;2) Loyal&lt;br /&gt;3) Honest&lt;br /&gt;4) Wears boxers (YAH LAH I HUM SUP CANNOT IS IT? But I really think boxers look so much better what.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Earns my respect&lt;br /&gt;6) Mature&lt;br /&gt;7) Tall, yes short guys, I don't like you. You make me insecure. *Gasp* did i just typed that? &lt;br /&gt;8) Don't look like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who reads my blog is tagged. Yes, you you you and you. All. But specifically, Ling and Aileen. Cuz I know they read my blog and owns a blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- Change of Topic---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the City today. Got stuff from Supre and Sportsgirl. Then.. I accidentally stepped into Universal.. And... Spent.. A BOMB there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried more than ten jeans and finally found one really flattering! But, I also saw this jumper, so damn nice! And they have only one size for that design. So.. I.. Bought.. It.. *cough* Diesel *cough* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, I gotta pick up a pair of Addidas shoes that my sis and I are both sharing *Not so guilty, SHARING* Then I'm going to head straight home. Otherwise I'll be spending again. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encountered something really funny. Reminds me of the time I worked in G-Star. You know when we wanna do sales, we damn jian, we'll just tell the customer:" Omg! It looks great on you! Perfect fit!" But actually arh, to me it's ok only loh. But boh pian, need sales. LOL. But if it really looks terrible I'll just like, erm ok I'll find another piece for you. I'm not so evil. I wouldn't want them to spend like 300+ on a pair of jeans just cuz I lied it was damn perfect and let them go home and long pia when they realised it just like their Levi's or something from Bugis Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was trying on all the jeans, the SA asked me how was it so I opened the door and showed her how it looked like. She went:" OH! It looks fabulous! It's great!" But seriously, I've tried better loh.. -.- So I know her point lah. Cuz EVERY jeans was "fabulous and great" Duh.. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. No time to chat. Gotta fashion show. See what I should wear for convention night. Good bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114767543316873681?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114767543316873681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114767543316873681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114767543316873681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114767543316873681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/05/adel-made-me-do-this.html' title='Adel made me do this.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114684076983058034</id><published>2006-05-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:55:15.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Poly gathering x 2 and Momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1010202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/momo024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/momo024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/momo043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/momo043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/momo026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/momo026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114684076983058034?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114684076983058034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114684076983058034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114684076983058034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114684076983058034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/05/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-114580949078779495</id><published>2006-04-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:24:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Blogging is a chore. Yet sometimes it's a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when you start blogging and after a while you go on a hiatus people will hope you blog again and not stop it. That's what I used to expect of others. But it's really a chore to blog when you don't find a need and don't have to mood to. Why should I blog because people want me to? Why should I tell everyone, hey look I eat this and shit at this time. Doesn't seem to serve a purpose. Yet sometimes, it's just something to entertain yourself with when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read my archives to know how I spent my days and how memories can be kept online after I blog or post pictures of it. It's nice. It's interesting. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep blogging because Moses don't know what I'm doing in Aussie. My mum too reads my blog so yea, they can all see how I spent my life here. But when I'm back in Sg, I don't have anyone to 'report' to. Maybe just Aileen, but I'll probably make her feel worse so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna blog about how I spent these few days in Sg. I don't want to and I can't understand why I should. It is just basically the life I led before I left for Aussie. Supper, club, rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case you're all asking why I'm not blogging, it's because I don't feel like it and I don't see a need to. I am too lazy to make my internet work for my laptop so I can't even go online for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Change topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, I realised that I'm someone who shows it in your face if I like or dislike you. It's so bad I can even feel the shame the person is feeling when they recieve the coldness from me. Duh. Haha. I cannot be all chummy with you if I dislike you. It's just not me. I think most of you should know that. So either you do something about it, (eg: change or explain your situation) because I'm 100% sure it's not just me, or you bear with the attitude I'll be giving you till I decide it's enough. As simple as that. I do try to forget and be nice but it's not simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, don't judge me based on what I blog, because you don't know what I am trying to put across. It's just words that can be misinterpreted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114580949078779495?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114580949078779495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114580949078779495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114580949078779495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114580949078779495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114459902067572523</id><published>2006-04-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:17:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with friends</title><content type='html'>Organised a dinner for Aileen, myself, Ken, Oskar, Paul x 2 and Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a yummy dinner at Cyber City! The food there was so good!! Then they played CS for a while since the last time I played was like when I was 15, so I went for a walk around Chinatown with Sg Paul and Aileen. Was too full to walk too far. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Cyber City for them to finish their game, saw Travis there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we thought of places to go and chill out. Paul kept wanting us to go Mercury but Aileen didn't bring her Passport, Oskar didn't bring his ID and wore slippers so we chose not to enter. Sat at some steps facing the river and talked for a while before deciding it was damn boring and walked to Mercury to try our luck. We got in. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the clubs here. Pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, brain dead.. Pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1000692.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 295px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1000692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1000690.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1000690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1000694.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 294px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/P1000694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114459902067572523?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114459902067572523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114459902067572523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114459902067572523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114459902067572523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/dinner-with-friends.html' title='Dinner with friends'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-114406817813071860</id><published>2006-04-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:44:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Convention 06</title><content type='html'>Just some pics I wanna put up for Moses to see. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen's Chi hua hua.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114406817813071860?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114406817813071860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114406817813071860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114406817813071860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114406817813071860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/animal-convention-06.html' title='Animal Convention 06'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114398888333232615</id><published>2006-04-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:42:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 272px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/aileen_me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 278px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/4_of_us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, this is for you. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114398888333232615?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114398888333232615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114398888333232615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114398888333232615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114398888333232615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/party-pics.html' title='Party pics'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114397829684516008</id><published>2006-04-02T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:44:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird day</title><content type='html'>I'm ill. Flu, sorethroat, headache + slight fever, body ache (specifically back ache).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways something weird happened on Skype earlier on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone added me to contact list in Skype. His nick was "Sait Sen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added because I thought it was my friend or something. So I started a chat and asked: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this person gave me a call, so I accepted thinking my 'friend' just wanted to irritate me or something. Then that person click on webcam and showed me who was on the other line. So I watched, in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 guys who looked like typical terrorist appeared.. -.- Frightened Eve clicked end call and another call came. I rejected and the person typed "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Turkey" (Them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- So do you understand wad the person was saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they called again, so I got my brother to see it with me. He thought they looked like terrorist too! They were drinking and their faces were so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people. Scaring the hell out of me. I blocked that person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114397829684516008?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114397829684516008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114397829684516008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114397829684516008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114397829684516008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-day.html' title='Weird day'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-114373759942822056</id><published>2006-03-31T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:53:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Just got home from Family. Gonna take a bath and sleep now. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114373759942822056?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114373759942822056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114373759942822056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114373759942822056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114373759942822056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114352982541873234</id><published>2006-03-28T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:10:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mummy</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm really proud to be the daughter of Dr. Doreen Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I bet you she's one of the best mother on earth. My friends can all vouch for that too. It's not just because I'm her daughter that I'm saying this. I'm saying this because she proved to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go on reading and start saying, not another emo post.. You shut up and let me be emo because I've never really showed how proud I am of my mum and never explained why to many of you before. So shut up and read or just click x now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy changed a lot. When I was younger, I always looked at my parents as those fierce scary parents you wouldn't like to offend. Then as I grew older, into my teenage years, my mum and dad weren't like before. Somehow, they've learnt to use a soft approach on us and showed us their care and concern and mummy was really patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bad tempered and I get frustrated easily, my mum would never scold me or get annoyed with that. She only made me sit down with her and talk to her about why I'm feeling that way. I don't remember her scolding me over it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that period of time, I wasn't the only one with problems. She had lots of issues to handle with but she never gave up. She still managed to bring us up and I didn't come from a small family. I have 3 other siblings. She had to pay for my brother's overseas studies, the family's expenses and everything else. Selling the car or house wasn't an option, it was more of a burden and she still struggled through that difficult period to raise us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had so much to go through during that period of time and she didn't even have a single complain. She was so strong and determined to get through it and look at her now. The business her business partner and her started up with about 16 years ago is now a listed company in Singapore. In fact, the first listed MLM company in Singapore (IIRC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a very capable, intelligent and understanding woman. Lots of people look up to her and respects her. It's not only her children, but many other people really look up to her. She is like a role model. She is very generous and will offer help if it's within her means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shares her experiences all the time, I always listen and remember what she says. It's a very valuable lesson especially so from the woman who has experienced more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I'll be in Aussie for my studies, when Moses told her about skype, she didn't mind downloading and learning a new technology which might be hard for her to phathom just so she can speak with her daughter and son. She started learning and remembering how she can start a conversation with us and talk to us over skype or MSN. She puts in all these effort to try to communicate with us with the way we communicate with friends. For example, she spoke to me on skype asking me who else I'm talking to. I told her I'm chatting with friends on MSN, she immediately logged onto MSN to talk to me. It's these little things she does that touches my heart and realised how much we meant to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I have such a beautiful family and friends. I may bitch about my family sometimes, but seriously, everyone knows.. Blood is thicker than water and no matter what I say, we are still family and I love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is very messy because I didn't sort out what I wanted to say properly but I don't care. It's just to say how I feel right now and how much I love my family especially my mum. She the greatest person on earth. People who are close to me would admit she's a very respectable woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reason why I blogged about this? My mum just sent me an email and I suddenly feel homesick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 284px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/BestWorldlaunchesNewProduct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't look as good as she normally does in this picture but who cares, as long as I know she's my pretty mummy.&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/7556834-114352982541873234?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114352982541873234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114352982541873234&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114352982541873234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114352982541873234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mummy.html' title='My mummy'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-114345684771732643</id><published>2006-03-27T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:56:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You play World of Warcraft? You're hired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Interesting read.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late 2004,&lt;/strong&gt; Stephen Gillett was in the running for a choice job at Yahoo! - a senior management position in engineering. He was a strong contender. Gillett had been responsible for CNET's backend, and he had helped launch a number of successful startups. But he had an additional qualification his prospective employer wasn't aware of, one that gave him a decisive edge: He was one of the top guild masters in the online role-playing game &lt;cite&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/cite&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaming tends to be regarded as a harmless diversion at best, a vile corruptor of youth at worst. But the usual critiques fail to recognize its potential for experiential learning. Unlike education acquired through textbooks, lectures, and classroom instruction, what takes place in massively multiplayer online games is what we call accidental learning. It's &lt;cite&gt;learning to be&lt;/cite&gt; - a natural byproduct of adjusting to a new culture - as opposed to &lt;cite&gt;learning about&lt;/cite&gt;. Where traditional learning is based on the execution of carefully graded challenges, accidental learning relies on failure. Virtual environments are safe platforms for trial and error. The chance of failure is high, but the cost is low and the lessons learned are immediate. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Simulation games have proven excellent tools for training people in manual skills; for example, &lt;cite&gt;X-Plane&lt;/cite&gt;, a flight simulator that runs on home computers, has been certified by the Federal Aviation Administration. But accidental learning transcends intentional training. When role-playing gamers team up to undertake a quest, they often need to attempt particularly difficult challenges repeatedly until they find a blend of skills, talents, and actions that allows them to succeed. This process brings about a profound shift in how they perceive and react to the world around them. They become more flexible in their thinking and more sensitive to social cues. The fact that they don't think of gameplay as training is crucial. Once the experience is explicitly educational, it becomes about developing compartmentalized skills and loses its power to permeate the player's behavior patterns and worldview.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In this way, the process of becoming an effective &lt;cite&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/cite&gt; guild master amounts to a total-immersion course in leadership. A guild is a collection of players who come together to share knowledge, resources, and manpower. To run a large one, a guild master must be adept at many skills: attracting, evaluating, and recruiting new members; creating apprenticeship programs; orchestrating group strategy; and adjudicating disputes. Guilds routinely splinter over petty squabbles and other basic failures of management; the master must resolve them without losing valuable members, who can easily quit and join a rival guild. Never mind the virtual surroundings; these conditions provide real-world training a manager can apply directly in the workplace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's exactly what Gillett is doing. He accepted Yahoo!'s offer and now works there as senior director of engineering operations. "I used to worry about not having what I needed to get a job done," he says. "Now I think of it like a quest; by being willing to improvise, I can usually find the people and resources I need to accomplish the task." His story - translating experience in the virtual world into success in the real one - is bound to become more common as the gaming audience explodes and gameplay becomes more sophisticated. The day may not be far off when companies receive résumés that include a line reading "level 60 tauren shaman in &lt;cite&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/cite&gt;." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The savviest employers will get the message.&lt;/p&gt; Reference: http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.04/learn.html (Learn to save my arse) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link was given by my WoW buddy Dorisell, Jie Sheng.. Hahaha.. (He asked me to mention his name, so there you go.. Lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114345684771732643?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114345684771732643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114345684771732643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114345684771732643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114345684771732643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-play-world-of-warcraft-youre-hired.html' title='You play World of Warcraft? You&apos;re hired!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114336674743936544</id><published>2006-03-26T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:30:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on list..</title><content type='html'>Sorry been really busy, trying to complete all the shitty assignments etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really something to blog about just randomly picking things to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Aileen, sorry lah.. We take one SUPER CHIO pic then we post ok?  Lol. I rushing everything ma. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I've been talking to Ling and Adeline on MSN these days and I realise.. Distance is no barrier for gossips. LOL. Wouldn't like to elaborate more but don't worry I'm pretty sure it's none of you who reads my blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I found a blardy delicious Hainan Chicken Rice right here in sunny Brissy. I feel like eating now.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I got so many tidbits at home.. Don't know how to finish.. Aileen, come my place on sat and eat all the rubbish lei. Bring back to your college and let Janice and Joanne eat. Lol! Aileen's mummy and daddy: That's how she put on the 6kg. That's where she found it. All the junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I've only studied Marketing and Accounting till Chapter 2! I got Accounting test on the 1st and Marketing on the 8th! /faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Marketing Assignment half completed the other half I think gonna ask my tutor before completeing.. Thanks to Alicia who helped if not I would be damn lost. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Management Assignment.. Anyone wanna help me? Please? Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) HR Assignment.. Gonna pia it this sat with Aileen.. MUST COMPLETE! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) My HR tutor photocopied our reference and Aileen asked if we could get more marks, she just smiled and Aileen got so pissed off. LOL! My tutor copy our findings leh! She is using it for her PhD.. -.- hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I went to Eagle's Pier and walked to Chinatown today! Ate at Superbowl. Yum yum.. Aileen, find one weekend ask Janice, Joanne, Ken, Paul etc all go have one nice nice dinner there. Must eat in a big group then can order more. So yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114336674743936544?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114336674743936544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114336674743936544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114336674743936544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114336674743936544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-on-list.html' title='10 on list..'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114295313188792439</id><published>2006-03-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:01:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/b29016806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one photo from the party.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ken, Chris, Hurkie, Billy and Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114295313188792439?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114295313188792439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114295313188792439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114295313188792439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114295313188792439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-photo.html' title='One photo'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114286329764827920</id><published>2006-03-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:01:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ending work</title><content type='html'>2 Tests, 1st and 8th April. 3 Assignments, 1 project and weekly tutorials all before 10th April. Can't imagine how I'm gonna cope with this. But I'm still going to try and finish it all up and try not to panic. I try. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have party pics yet and I'm lazy to post the animal convention pics. So post when I'm bored + free which is not anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114286329764827920?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114286329764827920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114286329764827920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114286329764827920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114286329764827920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-ending-work.html' title='Never ending work'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114260818035207532</id><published>2006-03-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:09:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Frogs</title><content type='html'>If you know me well enough, you'll know that I hate frogs/toads (just typing the bloody f and t word make me feel uncomfortable) anything as ugly as that. More like I'm afraid and if you really show one to me on purpose, don't expect me to treat you nice after I stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about frogs all of a sudden? Cause I !@$#%^ dreamt of it on Weds night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I got such a wild imagination so go ahead and laugh at the dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting beside this lady who was taking some name cards out to intro me to some jobs and I don't know how to $#@% it happened, but a frog was inside her handbag. I ran to the corner of the room, sat there and closed my eyes, started tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brave brother who isn't afraid of any shitty animals at all, took the frog and wanted to throw it out of the window, I don't know why again, the frog could bounce back and landed in front of him, he picked up throw a second time, it bounced and it was near me, I cried non stop. (Yes, I know very 'vivid' imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sleep till late cuz I have no classes on Thurs but I cried so much I woke up with tears in my eyes and felt like I've been crying for an hour. And it was not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered this bookshop and as I was paying for a book, there was a bloody DISGUSTING frog book mark or something beside me. I turned around and called my brother and there were tears in my eyes immediately. So bloody DISGUSTING it was like look straight at me with it's bloody DISGUSTING eyes. WTF. *Don't think, don't think of it* Anyways, I exited the place leaving the cashiers confused I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go ahead, laugh at me, I hope a bird shits on your head everytime you go out. Laugh more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114260818035207532?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114260818035207532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114260818035207532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114260818035207532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114260818035207532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-frogs.html' title='Stupid Frogs'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114259314684123512</id><published>2006-03-17T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:11:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>You know it's really weird when you start missing someone else's grandma instead of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of Moses's grandma for a few days already. I don't know why, she just pops into my mind very so often these days. I think that's called missing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always visit her and when I do, we seldom communicate much but I respect her very a lot. I left on a Sat evening if you rem, and in the afternoon I went to Moses's place to tell his mum I'm leaving cuz she wanted to see me off but I didn't want her to, but she said she had something for me. So I went to look for her, then she gave me a number of things and I appreciate those very much although I'm not a very enthusiastic believer. It's the thought that counts, really. Very touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go let his grandma know too since it was on the way. She was leaving the house to go to church but still she waited for us. When I reached to let her know I'm leaving, she almost teared! She told me something I will never forget.. "Don't forget ah ma and moses ah". She had tears welling up in her eyes when she said that anddid that mean she was afraid I'll forget her just because I am here to study? I wanted to tell her I wouldn't but I didn't know what to say I was just really very surprised and touched that she really accepts me or should I say, like me. When she had tears in her eyes, I nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#cdb"&gt;I love her more than my own grandma, I know it's a stupid thing to say but I really am not close to my grandma and my own grandma doesn't really show such affection to us unlike his.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept reminding Moses to tell his grandma I miss her, to let her know I NEVER forget her existence. I want her to know how touched I am for her offering to give me a red packet before I leave and for feeling what she felt. I really miss her. Sometimes I think I miss her more than I miss Moses. Haha. Sorry darling but that's a fact. Maybe I love your ah ma more than I love you. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place I would like to visit when I'm back would definitely be his home and his grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week in Brisbane was torturing. I felt like shit. I missed home, but one msg from Moses made me forget all the shitty feeling and made me feel so touched and somehow happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exact words but yea..&lt;br /&gt;"My ah ma tells me to let your parents know when I'm home or out like how I tell my mum at home. And she asked me to call your parents "papa", "mama". LOL. I told her we are not even married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed my mum and we both kept laughing. It was so funny and cute! His grandma really made me laugh so much that night. I wonder if it was being happy or just the way she says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought this painting in the City from this guy who using spray paint, paper and round objects to make a painting. He's really good and I was very impressed. Fell in love with this piece he was drawing when I reached so I simply bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/painting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray paint work. Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party last night with Aileen, Ken, 2 Pauls, Billy, Jenny, Hurkie, Chris, Shruti, Natsuki, Sunny (I think that's how it's spelt) and met Oskar and Tommy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party's ok. I still prefer Zouk, Phuture and EVEN Momo. Lol. I just miss being in an environment where I can feel like a princess. LOL. You know how you feel so VIP in Zouk even though you don't have a membership card? I mean, bouncers don't treat you like a child unlike Chinablack. Then Momo, it's so easy to be a member imo, and you get to have tents to yourself so you don't have to squeeze with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't very packed and music's pretty much like Momo or Phuture. But since it was Jap night, we had Japanese songs which either was too fast, faster than techno, or too slow and throw in an irritating DJ who kept screaming into the mic. Other than that, pretty enjoyable. The bartenders were females who would dance on the bar top. DJ would play a certain song, and all of them would do a choreographed dance which was pretty sexy. Quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to the Animal Convention tmr with my brother and Aileen. Gonna study now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: The paint is those in spray cans, those people use to vandalise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114259314684123512?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114259314684123512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114259314684123512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114259314684123512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114259314684123512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/grandma_17.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114215019352205352</id><published>2006-03-12T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:25:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World aftermath</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but my post got deleted for Sea World. So I'm gonna just insert pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's big groupa, big shark, hiao seal who poses for me, seal that looks like a dead log, cute dolphin, seal  shark's egg which is hard, sea urchin which feels quite poky and MOJO JOJO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is shirley. The dory fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross right? See lah, eat some more shark's fin lah! *hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but this fish just reminds me of WoW. Sergeant Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the earlier post. I don't know why, but I got very extreme reaction from people on MSN. You have to admit I'm not ugly what! -.- Hmpf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114215019352205352?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114215019352205352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114215019352205352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114215019352205352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114215019352205352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/sea-world-aftermath.html' title='Sea World aftermath'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114213356944385809</id><published>2006-03-12T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:19:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unglam body part Raymond</title><content type='html'>I'm still eating my noodles and I'm chatting with Raymond who made me spit my noodles all over my laptop again. (Just an expression lah! My laptop is clean lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;my friend asked if there are asian pretty girls here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;and he says he only like asians, long legs, nice bum pretty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;no need big boobs blonde etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;then i told him, im the best liao HAHAHAAHAHAHAH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;did he say he liked blonde woman after that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;he still likes asian u asshole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;im really the nicess, most presentable asian here ok&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;i haven't found one who looks nicer than me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;humph&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;dun be such assholes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;alright..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;did i hurt you girl?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;i am too pretty to be hurt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;by &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;YOU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;oh come on..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;its ok to be frank with raymond, eve..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;you called me a unglam body part just now..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;its quite obvious you're pissed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;say it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;im not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;im laughing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;my noodles splattered all over my laptop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;cuz i burst out laughing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;hahaahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;babe.. keeping urself repress is bad for the psychological health..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;come.. let it all out...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Raymond - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;lol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Yve "Sudoku Expert" says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;u are insane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Raymond makes me laugh but he's an unglam body part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the guy who said he likes asian is Clarence. Hhahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114213356944385809?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114213356944385809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114213356944385809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114213356944385809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114213356944385809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/unglam-body-part-raymond.html' title='The unglam body part Raymond'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114213108550397984</id><published>2006-03-12T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:12:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Kantangs</title><content type='html'>I'm bored so i started reading XX's previous blog entries. One about people hating Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating my delicious noodle while reading it and I came across a comment that made me spit out my noodles laughing at my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX's talking about those 'kantangs' who hate SG. You know what a kantang is right? Those singaporeans who speak with a slang and have lousy chinese. Girls normally have long flowy hair and act all dainty bla blabla, guys have those handsome face and act damn cool but sometimes act too much look like idiot kind. Something like that lah, that's my impression of them. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of a kantang: Fiona Xie. Slangs when she speaks english and had really poor command of mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i read the comments and I saw this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style2"&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2004/08/dont-like-singapore-fuck-off-and-we.html#109150475182798891" title="comment permalink"&gt; 11:45 AM, August 03, 2004&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="item-control admin-1652882991 pid-356881"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=5298565&amp;amp;postID=109150475182798891" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;                                                                                      &lt;dt class="comment-poster" id="c109150520606368792"&gt;&lt;a name="c109150520606368792"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="profile/4119705" rel="nofollow"&gt;momopeach&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;/dt&gt;                                           &lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;                                             &lt;p&gt;isn't national day 9th august?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kentangs are only good for one purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep fried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL! French fries sia.. Ok lah, I know not that funny to some people lah! But I find it funny what. It's my blog and I just wanna share what. Cannot is it. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about Sea World later hopefully I manage to upload pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continue eating her delicious noodles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114213108550397984?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114213108550397984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114213108550397984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114213108550397984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114213108550397984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-about-kantangs.html' title='All about Kantangs'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114199539300486518</id><published>2006-03-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:56:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indooroopilly</title><content type='html'>Morning lessons suck. 8am is the shitty one and it's accounting. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to reach and a lot of other students were like lost too. No one could find their way there at first. Then Mabel reached and we both talked. Really nice girl. Malaysian. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to her hostel to waste time cuz my next lecture's at 10 while today's tut ended at 9. She got SO many photos of her family and friends stuck on the wall! Lol. Went to lecture and left halfway because my eyes was closing. Met my bro, cousin and her friend at Indooroopilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping at Indooroo the past few weeks, I just told Aileen if I'm going there one more time I might be able to count the number of tiles there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice, make that fabulous place to shop at because there's so many things to buy. Lol.  But I didn't buy anything for myself today lah! Only one manicure kit,  you know, nail clipper bla bla bla.. Then I bought stuff for my sis and her bf and of cuz for my darling too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and just had to sleep. So I took a nap from 6... til... 10... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I feel guilty. But I really am sleepy! Then I think I'm gonna read my lecture notes and do my nails. Hopefully I won't feel so sleepy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZISE! If you're reading this, I'm addicted to Sudoku!!! Hahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114199539300486518?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114199539300486518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114199539300486518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114199539300486518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114199539300486518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/indooroopilly.html' title='Indooroopilly'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114182220524920045</id><published>2006-03-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:50:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World!</title><content type='html'>Tmr is Sea World day! Nights. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114182220524920045?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114182220524920045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114182220524920045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114182220524920045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114182220524920045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/sea-world.html' title='Sea World!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114181133271953398</id><published>2006-03-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:48:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains</title><content type='html'>I wanna complain about Brisbane. The weather here is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold on fri, sat and sun. Now SO BLARDY WARM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen and I couldn't stand the heat, we wore sunglasses, wore shorts/skirts to school. Really! Siao man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still thinking which jacket to wear to school on Monday and decided to wear a crop jacket, who knows the weather changed and I felt so stupid and HOT. So now I'm much smarter, wearing skirts and shorts. Jeans = heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went shopping with Aileen at Indooroopilly today. Yes I know, I've been shopping my entire 2 weeks here. But the boots and shoes so cheap how to give it a miss??? 12.99 Boots you know! 10 bucks nice peep toe shoes. Supre on sale some more. How? Tell me how to ignore? I'm too weak. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Janice, who dropped her Pink V3 and kept complaining the whole ride home and I kept whining about shopping too much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah lah don't wanna tell you guys in detail. Wait kenna scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114181133271953398?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114181133271953398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114181133271953398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114181133271953398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114181133271953398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/complains.html' title='Complains'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114171423551985098</id><published>2006-03-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:53:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutorial day</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is tutorial day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made more friends today cuz we gotta intro those people who sit beside us. Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing was boring cuz I was sitting beside all the shy ang mohs. All of us just kept quiet and during discussion we were like so embarassed to talk. Esp me, cuz I couldn't understand their slang. Hahahahaha! But fun lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to make a "tough" decision.. City? Home? Or Toowong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;402 came first and no one pressed the bell at Sir Fred Schonell.. So... TOOWONG! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought fruits to eat then 'accidentally' went into Sportsgirl. LOL. Rubbish bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But among my rubbish look at my cute socks!! For WINTER!!! OMG SO CUTE I BTH! I JUST HAD TO BUY THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right! Omg!! Ok call me crazy but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we're heading for dinner later and I hope we'll go to the melt-in-the-mouth beef restaurant. Muahahahaha. Dear, be JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I'm going to the CASINO! Yippie!! Wish me luck! Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114171423551985098?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114171423551985098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114171423551985098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114171423551985098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114171423551985098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/tutorial-day.html' title='Tutorial day'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-114164696243330219</id><published>2006-03-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:14:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie life</title><content type='html'>Australia is damn boring.. (at first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 2 weeks, it's too good to be true. Seriously, I get to go to a b.e.a.utiful school. (It's weird how I find it shiok to go to school and see the great court) Then I get to buy clothes that I don't see in SG. I get to experience the culture here and go the Brunswich Station where BOA had her MTV. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few friends and it's quite fun! My best budddd in Aussie now is Aileen, the siao char boh. Both of us clique so well and we've been going out for the past 2 weeks. Been shopping and eating and studying and slacking. Never regret coming over. I think this will be the most memorable period in my life. Now I understand why Cleo and Vivian will do anything to come back and relive their memories and read this, I've only been here for about 2 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping crazily and learning to cook, clean and occupy my time fixing my bloody internet. Stupid Telstra. But I've learnt a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I knew how to get to the shopping areas.. Heh heh heh... I loved Supre when I was in SG and now to shop it in, not just clicking buttons, is so much more satisfying. Sportsgirl is another must shop location. Then there's the bloody oversized Mambo, nice Roxy, cool Billabong bla bla bla. Then the "pasar malam" (just that it's in the day and i don't know what's the malay word for day) is where i walk around and get more loots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I either read mags, do tuts (which again, i don't know why, feel damn shuang after finishing it) or surf the net. So relaxing loh! I'm just waiting to know more people and or get Cleo's friends to bring me to clubs or Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping so much I think in SG I don't even do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my loots.. Not complete though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC02808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be jealous, be very jealous. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you might want to come over for a hols when I'm still here since you'll save a LOT on lodging and you'll be saving your time and money on tour trips when we can bring you around! So nice right. Sigh.. So WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? &lt;b&gt;SAVE MONEY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114164696243330219?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114164696243330219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114164696243330219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114164696243330219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114164696243330219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/aussie-life.html' title='Aussie life'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-114126986985181697</id><published>2006-03-02T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:49:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>I decided to make my blog simple cuz I'm so lazy. So.. ta dah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll blog more when I've packed my room neatly.  So I can take pictures of it and post. But seriously, there's nothing much. Cuz it's just a very simple room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tagboard, only comments. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tata for now. And CheeseAbuser, I updated. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-114126986985181697?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/114126986985181697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=114126986985181697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114126986985181697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/114126986985181697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/03/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556834.post-113917579587145585</id><published>2006-02-06T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:19:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk Flea Market</title><content type='html'>And so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Zouk Flea Market today to look around. Bought myself some stuff and am quite happy with it. Although it wasn't very cheap for a flea market. -.- I can't seem to find cheap stuffs to buy. Maybe I was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, blog will be updated properly when I'm in Aussie for my SO to read. If you want to know more about my life there, go on and read my blog. Otherwise just ignore this and forget it ever existed since I've been taking a long time to update my boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, there are 6 more little pups in my house and they are so freaking cute. I've got one in my room now sleeping in a little box. They'll be sold like three days later so I wanna take care of one before they all leave :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda got used to cute little animals staying at our place and leaving shortly. At first, I would get so emo when I know they are leaving. But not anymore. I've seen snakes eat little cute baby rabbits and played / looked after pups which got sold within 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me stronger and less emo when I know something I adore is gonna be seperated from me. Our training good right? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113917579587145585?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113917579587145585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113917579587145585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113917579587145585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113917579587145585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/02/zouk-flea-market.html' title='Zouk Flea Market'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113820683407875243</id><published>2006-01-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:26:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>Happy Lunar New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time. Busy. So I'll just leave you with a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/us06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113820683407875243?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113820683407875243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113820683407875243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113820683407875243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113820683407875243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113614397015310127</id><published>2006-01-02T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:34:53.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ibasta.com.ua/images/pages/auto/657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ibasta.com.ua/images/pages/auto/657.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113614397015310127?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113614397015310127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113614397015310127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113614397015310127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113614397015310127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2006/01/vertu.html' title='Vertu'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113488475311184736</id><published>2005-12-18T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:45:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart</title><content type='html'>The heart gave the girl problems on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a sharp pain when the girl took a deep breathe. Then it became permanent. The girl thought it was just another common problem everyone has now and then and ignored it. It got worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl couldn't take it and shut down her comp to lie and try to fall asleep hoping it will go away. But the heart was getting worse and made her feel like it was heart cramps. Girl and boy panicked. Girl shivered while gasping for air. Boy fumbled and called girl's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joke of the night)&lt;br /&gt;At 4+ am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (Explain the situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You both in the room? Ok, I go down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy + Girl: (Confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringg ringgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I forgot I'm in the hotel room in Malaysia, there is no downstairs I can go to.. (Laughs at herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (Tried to contain her laughter for fear of pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum cute arh? I rem she told me she's going to Malaysia on Friday. So when LKY (my bf lah. You think Lee Kwan Yew meh?!) called her and she said she'll come to my room to look for me, we were both confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his phone rang again and he repeated what my mum told him. I wanted to laugh but it was so painful the laugh hurt so badly so I tried to giggle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'm fine. Still alive. Not heart attack. But if I'm dead you're all welcomed to my funeral. You can keep this post so that you have evidence that I allow all of you to come pay me a last respect.  Just in case my family members thinks you're a pest and tries to shoo you away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113488475311184736?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113488475311184736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113488475311184736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113488475311184736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113488475311184736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/12/heart.html' title='The heart'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113328256517928527</id><published>2005-11-30T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:26:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie sucked. PUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;Ma.&lt;br /&gt;De.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. How can Albus Dumbledore be such a kanchiong spider and be so fierce? Yuck. Don't wanna talk about it already. Waste money. Lousy shitty show. Make me so grumpy. The guy in front of me has such long body he covered half my screen and the guy beside me was so huge I think I would suffocate. I exchanged seats with Moses and he said that huge guy has hong kong feet. (I'm having a flu you see)  *Grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'll blog more about the China trip soon. Once I get the pics from Mynn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, 11 Dec is coming. Please ask me what I like. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the only item I would like is a Razor V3 in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SHOCKING PINK&lt;/span&gt;. Woot! So nice man!! Sighhh.. If anyone buy that for me..... I will.... Love die you... *Muackkkkssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else gimme money! Wah best pressie. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113328256517928527?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113328256517928527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113328256517928527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113328256517928527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113328256517928527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113315680001058646</id><published>2005-11-28T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:46:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from China. I think no one knows I left again. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss them already. I wanna go back in June again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives are so nice. Yes Iris, they're ur "chinans" but they are not the stereotyped ones ok! They paid for some of my shopping and even wanted to pay for our hotel stay! But of cuz we didn't allow. The food they cook ar, goodness, I will grow fat there. Really very yummy ok. I like hometown. Although the streets very dirty, sometimes smelly, super noisy but my relatives are all so nice I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight there was terrbile, the car journey is also very tiring. But I don't mind. I really wanna go back. I miss everyone. Sobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog more when I've recieved some pics from Mynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, who's z-ing on wed, fri or sat? Lol. I MISSED Z WHEN I WAS THERE! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113315680001058646?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113315680001058646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113315680001058646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113315680001058646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113315680001058646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113206180031825691</id><published>2005-11-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:28:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Sunday was Mr. Low's birthday. We went out for lunch at Poison Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Wisma to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Paigey an ear piercing! Cheyenne got one about 2 or 3 weeks ago because she saw my mum, sis and I wearing dangling earrings. She is so hiao she won't bother if it's painful as long as she looks pretty. Lol. After Cheyenne did her piercing, my sis tied her hair up and accidentally touched her ear. She told my sis:" Ah yi, you touch my ear you know? But never mind, just tie my hair." She rather look pretty than to be bothered with her ear loh. So hiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Paigey we don't know how she'll react, we're so afraid she'll end up crying. So we told her:" Jie jie Cheyenne didn't cry you know, will you cry?" She shook her head. So we left her at the chair and allowed the staff to pierce her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face became red and you could see she was in a state of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/194eaea4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my Ah Ma laughing behind? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in order to make her feel it was a wise choice, we bought her some small dangling earrings for CNY. After buying her and Cheyenne the earrings (I bought also lah, how could I resist? Lol) we went to Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses carried her all the way to Swensens. When have you ever seen him show so much love towards kids man. So surprised. Even my sis also mentioned. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for seats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/4eb3def5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Paigey overcame her shock and started playing again. I asked her to make a funny face to take a photo but she didn't know how to, so I asked her to watch Cheyenne and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/e027511e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/2c964406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she couldn't stop her funny face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/381a38a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn was so bored so I took a picture of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/25ad4616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hiao po took a picture of herself with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/09203278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Cheyenne reminds me of Clarice. (Iris's cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I got my offer from UQ and I got 16 credits granted! So I only have 32 units! Which means.... I come back in yr 2007. LOL. YAY!! *Happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113206180031825691?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113206180031825691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113206180031825691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113206180031825691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113206180031825691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113182792012648494</id><published>2005-11-13T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:47:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Dawn</title><content type='html'>Poor Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she's famous now, she gets all the shit from Tomorrow etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with wanting to look prettier. We do things to make ourselves look more presentable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic or not, you guys still like looking at something/someone pretty right? So why be so bothered about whether she admits it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, don't mind if she's been thru plastic as long as it doesn't turns out like Micheal Jackson. Looking at all the submitted pictures of her in the past, I can't believe it's her. Actually, her face changed bit by bit, but that doesn't really mean she went for plastic is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face changed bit by bit too. Don't tell me I've been thru a plastic surgery I don't know of. My cheekbones become slightly higher. People tell me my nose is more prominent than before, I have natural double eyelids now after a year plus of glue. I dare admit that I've seen Dr. Martin Huang about my eyelids before I got them naturally, but I didn't go thru it because it was so expensive I could probably go HK and shop and have fun for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do admit that I think Dawn has done rhinoplasty but other than that I think the rest looks pretty natural to me. I did look at her family photo and find it weird. Her parents both look very chinese, so does her sister, but she's the only one who stands out from the family with her ang moh looking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, she's famous now. However unhappy you are with her transparency of the plastic surgery will not do anything to change the fact. So live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113182792012648494?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113182792012648494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113182792012648494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113182792012648494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113182792012648494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-about-dawn.html' title='All about Dawn'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113164795816330225</id><published>2005-11-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:39:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Haze, if you're reading this.. Sorry I took so long with your books cuz I was too into WoW once but I'm done! :D Thanks for your patience. When do you wanna meet me? I could return them to you anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirius Black died in Book 5 and I'm feeling annoyed. Knowing that Dumbledore's gonna die in Book 6... I think I can't continue reading. I will feel like dying too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been Harry Potter-ing for quite some time now. Re-read the books and watched all the movies again. So angry JK Rowling made Sirius die. I don't feel like reading Book 6. So afraid Maven's prophecy will come true. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says everyone good will die even Harry Potter and Voldemort will become the good guy eventually. -.- If thats' the case, I will hate JK Rowling I tell you. Waste my money to see such tragedy and stupid irritating twist. I wanna read a fairytale ending book because I want to escape from reality what!! Even if you are happy will you want to dampen your mood by reading something tragic? Like the world doesn't have enough miserable affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah. I'm quite emo. BUT! That's how I enjoy a book what! To read and get into the mood of the storyline, only then will you truly enjoy reading. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Potter. Bleahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go back to WoW-ing once I've got my laptop back from the stupid Sony. They charged me $162 (some where there) just to check what the problem is with my laptop! My hard disk is a goner and I have to get it replaced elsewhere because Sony will charge me a hefty amount for it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technician who works in Sony called me to tell me the price and asked if I still wanted to continue with the repair but he told me 'you might want to check Sim Lim too'. SEE!! Even he knows they are over charging!! CRAZY! More than 500 bucks ok!! CRAZYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in and out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to China in about a week plus with my parents and sis. Luckily Mynn is going too. Seriously I don't know how to react if I see my distant relatives. I don't know ANY of them. Saw the pictures my mum took with them and my first reaction is "FWAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got too many relatives in China. If my wedding I need to invite them too. Die man. I don't know how many tables I need. I got more than enough relatives in Singapore. Plus them.. Wah.. My husband better be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't mention why I'll be going there right? Hear this ok? To attend a wedding dinner. My cousin's I suppose. But I don't know how he/she look like and I'm flying there for his/her wedding. So noble. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I detest going there but I find it weird. But I bought a pretty dress for the wedding ok. I'm so nice. Maven is of cuz not going lah! If he goes worse right? I don't even know them and we ask him along. Like bringing alien there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm just looking foward to shopping and taking crazy pictures with my sis and cousin. When I'm back I might flood my blog with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm going to just leave my blog picture-less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113164795816330225?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113164795816330225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113164795816330225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113164795816330225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113164795816330225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113079579587848746</id><published>2005-11-01T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:56:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! So much fun I had today laughing at all the costumes and everything that was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, the kids in my estate went trick or treat with their parents. They were ALL dressed up!! SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one little boy who dressed up and my sis said his costume reminded her of Moses. The one in the bible. Hahahaha! Then we have witches everywhere. We had this little girl who had this black veil over her head. God knows what she's acting as. We also had so many with couldrons and pumpkins. Just looking at them walk pass my place was so much fun!! (I sua gu never stay in estate see kids go trick or treating before cannot is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to virgin Zouk on Halloween. (Yah lah! Sua gu again lah!) SO MUCH FUN. (I don't know how many 'fun' I'm gonna use in this entry. Bear with me, I have lousy vocab, worse when I'm excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a guy who dressed up as Tomb Raider. (Super look alike loh) I saw Diaper Guy. I saw a Table. I saw a HUGE dragon. I saw ghosts who 'had unfinished business'. I saw so many Cleopatras. I saw some starwars character. The Axe Gang was there too. I saw Chickens, Penguins bla bla all the animals you can imagine. Then I saw sexy police woman and sexy angels. IYAH! Cannot finish the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Alicia who dressed up as Shanghai Slut. The scary slut who actually went around asking other sluts "How much?" Hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have her Kenny who was dressed up as a Jap named Yakuza (If I'm not wrong) with a tattoo on his arm and who showed off his hairy legs. Not forgetting his japanese fan which had his 'name' on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this Table. I kinda blocked his way and he knocked into me so he said:" SORRY, Table coming thru! Excuse me!!" And yes, I burst out laughing. He went around asking people:" Table for two?" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diaper guy (Ok lah, he wanted to act as a baby but I was too busy laughing I didn't bother and named him Diaper guy) who really wore diapers, an underwear on his head and those thingy babies suck.. Erm.. I called it 'zhu zhu'. Forgot the term for it in english lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I was laughing while dancing with Shirley. She was so cheeky she went up to a zombie and tried to pull out his tailsman on his forehead. Hahaaha. But they looked scary man!!!! I was imaginating, if they really were to appear in my room I think I would scream my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped fan a chicken. I spoke to a table. I took pictures with Angel. I danced with zombies. Catwoman shook her sexy butt on the podium. I stepped on some greek.  FUN RIGHT?! Heard Momo didn't have as much Halloween costumes as Zouk. SEE! ZOUK FUN RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best Halloween ever. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113079579587848746?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113079579587848746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113079579587848746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113079579587848746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113079579587848746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113017245042172477</id><published>2005-10-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:00:28.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Blog</title><content type='html'>What good is a blog when I can't vent my frustrations or share my joy whenever I want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is a blog if I'm afraid of the negative comments readers voice out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stop suppressing myself from writing things I think might offend anyone or ruin my impression. MY blog right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it's not so nice to not blog about 'bla bla bla'. I might offend so and so. But thinking back on my behaviour.. Isn't that called.. Hypocritcal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably see sex stories soon too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you actually believe I'm suddenly so liberal? Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113017245042172477?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113017245042172477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113017245042172477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113017245042172477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113017245042172477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-blog.html' title='MY Blog'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113009394262800000</id><published>2005-10-24T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:59:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perturbed.</title><content type='html'>I envy people who has so much to do. Be it work, studies or partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so happy with my slacker-holic life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically rot at home watching TV, doing stupid stuff and annoying my family members. But I'm happy. I suddenly feel I'm such a bum, not doing anything but lazing around. But I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that's because I wanna spend all the time I can at home before I leave for the (not-so) faraway Brisbane. But then again I feel I'm wasting my youth like this. Contradicting. Yes I know. I wanna do something but I'm simply too lazy. I just want to be able to do things I like at my own pace now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For slightly less than 20 years now, I've been studying and doing things I do not really enjoy when I'm here, in the great-o-Singapore. I work shitty jobs and study shitty subjects. Now that I am free from the studies burden and have no proper job at the moment. I somehow feel free. When will I ever be able to lead such a life in future? Why should I make myself feel torturous now when my future would just prove the same? Am I doing the right thing? I don't know for sure. But one thing I do know is that, life will never be what I'm experiencing now. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - 4 years from now. I will have to work on a full time basis. I will no longer experience holidays that amounts to a month or even a week. I will never be able to do things at my own pace 'cuz Singapore is moving so freaking fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the question pops into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to study or work to the fullest to attain a rich and fulfilling life? Or should I take things easy and enjoy what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you lead yours if you had a choice? To pack your schedule so tight you feel tired or to enjoy doing things at your own pace? For now, I'm choosing the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a skeptical attitude now doesn't help deciding what I should do. Lol. I'm questioning every action I take and I suddenly feel insanely controlled by the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not succumb to the pressures given by the society. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue doing things I love although I may not necessarily learn much now. I believe I will in time to come. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113009394262800000?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113009394262800000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113009394262800000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113009394262800000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113009394262800000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/perturbed.html' title='Perturbed.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-113000215918737741</id><published>2005-10-23T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:30:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't geddit.</title><content type='html'>I really don't geddit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some people get it that I'm busy/away after they realised I haven't replied for like 2 hours on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't these people get a life and send a SMS if it's really that important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find them ridiculous when the conversation is like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten mins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another ten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you not replying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.. Can't you just understand that I left my laptop on without the status change??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really neccesary to show everyone I'm 'Away' or 'Out for Lunch'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friends put their status as away, and I need someone to talk to, I'll just check if they're really not in front of their comp with just a "You there?" msg. You get your answer whether they answer or not. Isn't that simple? And that also explains, when my status is 'Online' I may not be. When my status is 'Away' I may be in front of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't get it. They annoy me. They make me think I've got stupid friends. If you need to speak to me, either leave a msg if you don't have my number or simply SMS me.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, logical way. But some people are just showing me they are plain stupid. Exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far only acquintances has done that. My friends are still pretty intelligent. -Phew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes me feel disturbed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't christians touch joss sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go further in case I get bombarded by strict christians who will tell me.. God loves you and you should BELIEVE in his existence. (The key word here is BELIEVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect all religions and I have no intention to insult any but sometimes, some christians really don't know their limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly..&lt;br /&gt;Cranky Eve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-113000215918737741?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113000215918737741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=113000215918737741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113000215918737741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/113000215918737741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-geddit.html' title='I don&apos;t geddit.'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112840650146740512</id><published>2005-10-04T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:15:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112840650146740512?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112840650146740512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112840650146740512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112840650146740512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112840650146740512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112810353960022964</id><published>2005-10-01T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T02:10:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooohhhh..</title><content type='html'>Ooooohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what I just found out when I logged into Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see who viewed my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some people whom I know exists but I don't know them personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who? It's really interesting. I like this new thing Friendster implemented. Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do read profiles of some people whom I've heard of but they don't know me either. They must be thinking why the hell is this girl reading my profile. But well.. It's understandable. We're all KPOs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112810353960022964?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112810353960022964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112810353960022964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112810353960022964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112810353960022964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/oooohhhh.html' title='Oooohhhh..'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112810313576801980</id><published>2005-10-01T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T02:00:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>Like normal days, I do normal things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, eat, sleep, shit, talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, I went for pedicure in the afternoon with ling and dumped her and Anne at Hougang CC after "rounding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to DXO which was quite a chillout bar. Played some Johnnie Walker game and ended up with a lanyard plus a sticker which writes "SERVICED". Am supposed to stick it on my arm. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I have been asked to go for some audition thingy by Cheyanne Jie and her collegue. She's working in Mediacorp now. Shiok. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she got more job lobangs so I can learn and have more fun. Who wanna go? Go together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I seem to get lots of lobangs. Not for jobs only. Lucky lucky me. /happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is another eating day. Where I work and eat and eat and work and earn many many moolah. /clap /cheer /rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is I get to meet Adeline and Shirley. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like big sis-sy, Cleo, I miss Zouk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112810313576801980?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112810313576801980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112810313576801980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112810313576801980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112810313576801980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112793451739338995</id><published>2005-09-29T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T03:08:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things</title><content type='html'>Three things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Past&lt;br /&gt;2.) Confidence&lt;br /&gt;3.) Categorising and defining yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go in sequence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past doesn't mean what big shit happened then.. What I mean is.. The 'trend'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, THiS WaS DaMn POpULaR iN ThE PaSt! EvErYoNe ToOk ThE EffOrt tO AdD a FeW UpPeR CaSE tO ThEiR TyPiNg pLuS sOme xxxxxxxxxx and zzzzzzzzzz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the word "Stead" which also means boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only recall these two disgusting things that I've ever seen or done and still see it on certain people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the typing of ThIS is still trendy to certain people. But it makes my head spin when I read a long post full Of BiG SMaLL.. Is typing normally so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the steads.. -.-" Seriously is there anything wrong with the word BOYFRIEND? Or SO? Or honey or baby or whatever you can think of BUT STEAD??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY STEAD? Don't ask me why not. It's just not stead ok. Don't ever ask me, so where's your steady or stead. I will so ignore you. I refuse to speak to people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel confident about yourself? Is there anything you would like to improve about yourself? Would you feel ugly when compared to someone who is so freaking pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got confidence issue. I feel stupid and ugly nowadays. I don't know why. I always used to feel confident about myself. At least enough to strut in the streets and not look like i got bang-ed by a truck. But now I feel like hiding my face. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Categorising and defining yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you really define who you are? Or place yourself in a certain category? Cuz I certainly can't and I envy those who really can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it's not that I'm clueless about who I am. But sometimes I'm nice, sometimes I'm evil. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. So which side do I define myself as? How to potray? How to categorise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, I'm ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ignorant to new things all the time. So that's the only thing I can define myself. And prolly the whole world can say that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm very reluctant to elaborate much, you guys can continue them for me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112793451739338995?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112793451739338995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112793451739338995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112793451739338995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112793451739338995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-things.html' title='3 things'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112784437614832820</id><published>2005-09-28T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:06:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposed to go airport fetch his parents. But didn't in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They land at 1230 and we dragged till 1230 and decided not to go. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mouse is giving me problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112784437614832820?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112784437614832820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112784437614832820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112784437614832820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112784437614832820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/supposed-to-go-airport-fetch-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112775982943285805</id><published>2005-09-27T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:39:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>With my new haircut a.k.a new look I get expressions you seldom see just by looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: *stun* Hmm.. Nice.. Look good.. So how's ah mei's haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Ann (Maid): *Laughing* So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Velmar (Maid): *Stun* *Stare* Says nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maven: Smiling the whole time. Look like your baby photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey kor: *Stone* BWHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! Why so short?!?!?! BWAHAHAHAH Look like your baby time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy: *turns around* Iyoh.. Look like when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah mei a.k.a Amber: -NIL- (No reaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. this is what I look like now... Just a bit more layered and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/471/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Eve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nights!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112775982943285805?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112775982943285805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112775982943285805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112775982943285805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112775982943285805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112723360878637615</id><published>2005-09-21T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:26:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>The earlier post is on behalf of Zise himself. He wanted to see that in my blog. So I was nice enough and allowed him fulfill his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris is blogging now, so I decided to blog although I have no idea what to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme recall, Stefan went NS. This Saturday I can see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went Zouk and Indochine with Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Momo and Zouk. Kenny's birthday. (Long night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, buffet at home with relatives. Chit chat with my aunt and uncle till late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't really recall events. I have bad memory and I'm very lazy. I don't know why I even bother keeping this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I changed the address because I don't know if I want to continue. So I don't wish to bother certain people about the change in address. Until I'm certain I'll do something up too. Whatever. I'm lazy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Server up. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112723360878637615?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112723360878637615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112723360878637615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112723360878637615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112723360878637615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm_21.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112717958518657627</id><published>2005-09-20T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:26:25.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wiped Maradon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zise wasn't so pro after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a nub hunter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112717958518657627?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112717958518657627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112717958518657627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112717958518657627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112717958518657627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/199-we-wiped-maradon-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112590026344789277</id><published>2005-09-05T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:04:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I'm back! Lol. Like who knows I went away. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I missed Singapore when I was away and I was whining to Moses that I wanna go back asap. The food I ate wasn't really good, I wasn't having good sleep. So what if I did shop most of the time, I dislike the weather and traffic and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back I'm happy. Lol. You wouldn't understand. I know what you guys are thinking. Wah seh a few days can't stand already how to go Aussie? Haha. Thing is, in Aussie at least I can choose my own food, make my own bed and I bet the traffic and weather is much better. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking me for pressies cuz I didn't get anyone any. Except my siblings and most people at home. Lol. Very straightfoward. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah! Got 3 caucasians, SO handsome! *faints* But I don't dare to talk to them, if not I probably got like 3 friends from Italy? Germany? Cuz they didn't sound like Americans or Australians, sounded like those 2 countries. But it was just a short conversation in airport, so stop dreaming Miss Pek. Lol. I told Maven how I felt too. Hahaha! I know he wanna slaughter me already but he has his Gisele. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay more details another time. I shall stop bitching and make myself dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, one more thing: NEVER bring parents and upbringing and whatever to do with badmouthing or looking down on parents ever to me. Never show me at all. I will so freaking slap you. I hope all my friends don't do that. Esp in arguments. It just shows reflects how 'low-class' you are. If I want to be mean and bring parents into the picture then I would say, it just shows how your parents brought you up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112590026344789277?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112590026344789277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112590026344789277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112590026344789277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112590026344789277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112413904125205770</id><published>2005-08-16T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:50:41.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Month</title><content type='html'>If possible, don't wear black during lunar 7th month. (Don't try to be irritating and ask me black underwear can or not. I really mean overall don't look too 'dim')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an advise. Heed or not up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to wear brighter colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from my uncle's place. The one who does spiritual stuffs. Only those close enough will understand what I mean. Some may be skeptical, some thinks I'm bullshitting, some really trust what they hear. Up to you to believe. Such things, only when you experience or feel it or something then probably you will start to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know a few things and learnt a bit. Interesting stuff to share. But you have to be there to know what I mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112413904125205770?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112413904125205770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112413904125205770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112413904125205770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112413904125205770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/7th-month.html' title='7th Month'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112365994214555744</id><published>2005-08-10T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:50:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is there so many things happening but we're not allowed to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping many secrets. I don't drink so I don't get drunk and spit them all out. But for how long am I supposed to contain these secrets? Not complaining, just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to complain to, to share with. Only myself. Yes, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading "Can you keep a secret?" By Sophie Kinsella. The author who wrote Shopaholic series. And suddenly I'm flooded with secrets. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna hit back to Undomestic Goddess, same author. Spent lots of $$ on books this month. You wouldn't believe the amount. I'm incorrigible. I better stay home and read them up and not think of heading out. I need Harry Potter's e-book. Book 5 in particular. Cuz dumb Miss Pek bought book 6 without buying book 5 when she read till the e-book 4 only. So book 5 anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more book I need to borrow from Jonas. Hmm, I need more books. Ling, your Catherine Lim books please? In exchange for my sexy book. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, anyone who reads my blog plays WoW? Tag pleaseeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112365994214555744?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112365994214555744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112365994214555744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112365994214555744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112365994214555744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-is-there-so-many-things-happening_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112354188861974258</id><published>2005-08-09T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T06:58:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People whom you care about are normally the ones who hurt you the most. True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day badly. Super bad. Everything just had to go wrong. I'm lucky still. I met really nice people I've not seen or REALLY spoke to for months or ever in my life. I missed Alio and saw him, felt better. Then there was Cornelius who turned my upsetting day so much better. If you know me, you should know I'm not close to them. But see? That's the thing, they make the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky else I would still have felt stupid. Moses made my day better too, came down and accompanied me throughout though he was tired. Just knowing he was there made my stupid day better. Everything suddenly turned out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still disappointed. What kind of people are they? Do I not treat them nice enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112354188861974258?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112354188861974258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112354188861974258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112354188861974258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112354188861974258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-whom-you-care-about-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112299805376702734</id><published>2005-08-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:54:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Finally I've got a topic to blog about and I don't have doubts about it offending anyone by accident. Lol. (I'm too straight foward at times and I might not know when I hurt someone with my words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you've got a friend who suddenly strikes it rich and becomes arrogant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got a rich family and since young you don't know what it's like to be poor, then yes, probably people might see you as arrogant either because that is their perception of all rich people or you show it unknowingly. I don't care if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you suddenly strike it rich, be it TOTO, 4D, or any other gambling or weird methods and you show me this shitty behaviour.... I'm so freaking gonna slap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why show such attitude to friends you've been with during your 'not-so-rich' times. Must you really be rich then only can you enjoy your time with friends? Must you look down on your friends now that you've struck some gambling shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born with the wealth my parents have now. My parents built what they have now on their own when they just had us. So I know what it's like to be not so well to do. Especially so when I'm raised by my aunt who had 5 children and stayed in a 3 room flat. My cousins were in twenties when I was there so you can imagine the space we were given for so many adults and a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt ashamed that I ever stayed there nor did I felt my friends around me a disgrace when my family started to become a bit better off.  I didn't mock at them so why should you whenthey way you got your money wasn't through the legal means? Why be such an asshole and lose all your friends? You like showing off? Then do it in front of me or make that any other girls. But I bet you wouldn't dare to cuz you're such a hyprocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112299805376702734?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112299805376702734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112299805376702734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112299805376702734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112299805376702734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112282884810765082</id><published>2005-08-01T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:54:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Example</title><content type='html'>An example I just thought of: (Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like what to blog today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ok. Say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Cannot. Wait XXX think I very mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Cannot! Wait YYY think I am talking about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok loh, say another then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU! CANNOT MAN! WAIT ZZZ THINK I VERY &lt;a href="mailto:%#@^%&amp;%@$@!^%"&gt;%#@^%&amp;amp;%@$@!^%&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Don't blog. Don't know what to add also. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112282884810765082?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112282884810765082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112282884810765082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112282884810765082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112282884810765082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/example.html' title='Example'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112282677761570946</id><published>2005-08-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:48:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wish to blog your feelings but you can't. For all you know, that person might happen to come across your site and see what you've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fit of anger, people says the weirdest things and do the weirdest shit. But when everything settles down, you just feel so guilty for saying such things. So, when I'm annoyed I might blog this whole shit out just hurling at that someone, but when things are all well again, how do you feel letting everyone know? How do you feel being such a fool? Don't you think it was unnecessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people notice, I NEVER blog about my anger and what caused it. So far only once. Just to say: "I'm PISSED". Even when I have problems, be it with school, family, Moses or anything else. Why? Because why should I vomit my whole life out when I don't know who the hell sees this? How would I know if i walk on the streets and this fellow blogger/reader sees me and calls me or something? (Ok, think too far.) But still! I do see people whom I randomly click on in Friendster in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what is a blog for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to...? Show my friends what a big hole my pocket has? To show them I'm doing well when sometimes I'm not? To show them what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never blogged so often because I really don't know what to say. What to show and what to potray of myself as. Everyone is kinda 'fake' to a certain extend when blogging. You guys will have to agree. Because I've seen many beat-around-the-bush stances used in many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog so badly about this freaking thing that has been happening. But who knows this person might be here to read. But I do know that person and I still talk to that person. But somethings make me just feel ARGH! You know? Whatever. (Not arrowing at anything or anyone because it is just an example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can anyone tell me what is blogging for? I really don't know why I'm blogging. Everyone wants updates from me. But what to update? I really don't know anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112282677761570946?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112282677761570946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112282677761570946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112282677761570946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112282677761570946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes..'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112239467664430162</id><published>2005-07-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:17:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I've been so lazy. Lazy to move. Lazy to go out. Lazy to repair the car. Lazy to upload pics to properly update blog. Lazy to do so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven for mankind jeans which will make my legs look longer.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sixty jeans.&lt;br /&gt;More accessories.&lt;br /&gt;Heels. (Don't know where to get though)&lt;br /&gt;Books. Sophie Kinsella's books. Robyn Sisman's books. Carmen Reid's books. Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these = Not enough money. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fond hugs top.&lt;br /&gt;2 Miss Sixty Sandals.&lt;br /&gt;ASOS bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These = Hole in pocket. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO BUY MY JEANS?? *Shakes head furiously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the real world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Miss Sim I'm free tmr and most probably going Chinablack. And you? Night driving is ok with me. But with who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW maintence is till 8pm tmr. Feel so lost. Hahaha! Now I sound like Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we going for prawning? I'm missing the succulent prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. I'm bored. Reading my blog shows u I'm very reluctant to type more. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112239467664430162?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112239467664430162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112239467664430162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112239467664430162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112239467664430162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/07/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-112183161635991079</id><published>2005-07-20T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:14:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've been neglecting this blog. No updates nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working for G-Star since 1st. Quit on 17th. Haha. Fun but tiring. Learnt a lot and met many people. Widen my circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened this past few weeks. So many happy moments and upsetting ones. Not talking about me alone. About friends around me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends to be happy. I like everyone around me to be happy so then I would also be happy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash: Mummy's D &amp; D just got over. Tell you guys more in later updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never meet up with Jessie. Soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never meet up with my poly buds. Soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday meet up with DR and Darren. Sian sian. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawning is the "IN" thing now. Super bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er ge just got his new Evo 9. On cloud number 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me just got a car. Very super happy already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Mambo and Liquid recently. Quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lost" my wallet in Iris's car and had many food. (This needs explanation) Lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to club more for I-Don't-Know-What reasons. Too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see Ling at Mambo tonight. But she is so reluctant. Cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends visited me at G-Star. Very nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's grand wedding anniversary cum birthday bash at home. (Explain in next update.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday is a happening day for me. Going SP to eat kway teow and meet Shin. Then at night.. Heh heh heh. FUN FUN and more FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything is not in order and I'm just mentioning them randomly. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least: I'm still going overseas to get my degree so don't think I will change my mind. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-112183161635991079?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112183161635991079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=112183161635991079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112183161635991079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/112183161635991079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-know-ive-been-neglecting-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111978355937393886</id><published>2005-06-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:59:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial D</title><content type='html'>Initial D... My Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 9.99/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.01 would be not enough of Shawn Yue. LOL! I sound so freaking bimbotic and shallow but who cares. Haha. My blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it on Fri. 24th. We booked tix on Wed and half the cinema already booked. It was full house. Hilarious comedy. Should watch to get a good laiugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm going back to my game. Just had to tell everyone how wonderful the show is because I seriously don't mind watching it for the 2nd or 3rd time. Haha. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111978355937393886?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111978355937393886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111978355937393886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111978355937393886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111978355937393886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/initial-d.html' title='Initial D'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111943360864675670</id><published>2005-06-22T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:54:13.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped this of ling's blog. Too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 friends without looking at the questions and answer the questions with regard to your friend of the corresponding number. (i'm putting down whoever comes to mind first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Iris&lt;br /&gt;2.Vivian&lt;br /&gt;3.Adeline&lt;br /&gt;4.Shirley&lt;br /&gt;5.Daphne&lt;br /&gt;6.Michelle&lt;br /&gt;7.Ling&lt;br /&gt;8.Moses&lt;br /&gt;9.Daoren&lt;br /&gt;10.Kenji&lt;br /&gt;11.Jeslyn&lt;br /&gt;12.Alio&lt;br /&gt;13.Pert&lt;br /&gt;14.Jessie&lt;br /&gt;15.Aaron&lt;br /&gt;16.June&lt;br /&gt;17.Mai&lt;br /&gt;18.Shawn&lt;br /&gt;19.Gene&lt;br /&gt;20.Fei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is #8 going out with?:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #9 a boy or a girl?:&lt;br /&gt;MAN! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would #11 and #2 go out?:&lt;br /&gt;Would they? I don't know. I guess so if they know each other. Most prob be shopping khakis. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #18 and #4?:&lt;br /&gt;Checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is #17 in?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I don't know lei. Haha. College i guess. Never go over don't know her status now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to #12?:&lt;br /&gt;Quite some time haven't been talking to Alio! Where is he??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #6's favorite band?:&lt;br /&gt;Band i don't know. Singer should be Stefanie Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #1 have any siblings?:&lt;br /&gt;Her sis is #2. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date #3?:&lt;br /&gt;Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date #7?:&lt;br /&gt;Dated already lei. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #16 single?:&lt;br /&gt;Single mummy. =D *RESPECT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #15's last name?:&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #5's middle name?:&lt;br /&gt;...... There. Dot dot. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #10's fantasy?:&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't know. But if i have to guess, it would be... Hmm, to be surrounded by many other naked girls? HAHAHAHAHA! But he has his Carmen already lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?:&lt;br /&gt;Noooo. -no comments- HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a random fact about #11?:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Nice. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on #16?:&lt;br /&gt;Why would I? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are #5 &amp; #6 best friends?:&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #7 like #20?:&lt;br /&gt;... Ling, do you? Haha! Actually I only know they know of each other's existence -full stop-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet #15?:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IN CLASS! Year 1 2nd Sems. ECCT? Recalling the past makes me wanna laugh! LOL! REDKUN I LOVEEEE YOUUUU!!! MY BUDDY!!! Thanks for everything! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why never ask about #13?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111943360864675670?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111943360864675670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111943360864675670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111943360864675670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111943360864675670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/ripped-this-of-lings-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111937249554845389</id><published>2005-06-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:53:59.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adel, Daph, we should fix a date to meet up for dinner or something. It's been too long since we last got together. I actually miss school too. Lol. I miss the times we skip lessons to eat. LOL. I miss the kway teow lei. Adeline, when wanna ask Shirley go eat? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress. Where to get them? Cocktail dresses. Nice ones. Glamourous, loud whatever. I wanna wear something that really stands out this time. Something bright. Hahahaha! Purposely. Something really... Hmmm... Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/V247197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this. Hahaha! I know it doesn't match the dinner and dance but who cares? I just want to wear something really bright for once. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's been shopping since it's GSS. But not me. I've not been out often since I came back from Japan. I really haven't gone on a shopping trip. Nothing seems to interest me. Anyone wanna bring me out? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been gaming the past few days. Hardcore. I don't normally like games if you realised. But this is good. The game style, graphics, yada yada. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about phones from Vivian's blog, I'm gonna change this stupid phone. I hate it. I know I just bought it like 1 month ago but still I rather spend the money to change the phone. My sis says the exhibition is coming up or something. I'll be waiting for those phones. I'm gonna stick to anything except Nokia. Their QC sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/shoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nice? I like it but I can't rem where I saved the pic from. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111937249554845389?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111937249554845389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111937249554845389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111937249554845389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111937249554845389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/adel-daph-we-should-fix-date-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111859959000455705</id><published>2005-06-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:06:30.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm bored. I'm pysched out. Confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm panicky and paranoid now. Ok, I'm always panicky and paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have a habit. I love scaring the  sh*t out of myself worrying and exeggerating about my future. Being pessimistic about it and thinking everything will never turn out right because I am such a screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything to turn out well and right. Find a job while waiting and get everything done. I keep stressing myself and I realise it's stupid but I just enjoy doing that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone strangle me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to carry on with my life although it baffles me sometimes. So I went to my first ever musical that is still in action, multi million project. Don't play play. Yea. PCK Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bored me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you see everything end and Gurmit Singh's daughter went up to present him the flowers. It was so nice to watch all that. Reminded me of our drama last time. Although the play was a tad boring in the beginning, I've learnt to appreciate it. They sang quite well actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets were free and we got pretty good seats for a free ticket. I was expecting us to sit like WAY above or something. I wanted to watch this musical and it was so nice of Moses's aunt to give them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Iris's 20th birthday yesterday. Sent her a parcel with her gift inside because I knew I wouldn't be able to meet her with all her planned celebrations going on. Well at least I made an effort to and I know she knows I love her. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the last day of Club X at Boat Quay yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to be on weight watch. I better control my diet. Eating too much although I'm sick. I'm still sick and I still can't taste but I eat a lot. I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"30 dollars? NOOOOOOOO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do 30 dollars, I sell you 30 dollars, today you come, tommorow I close down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;!Eve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111859959000455705?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111859959000455705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111859959000455705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111859959000455705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111859959000455705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111777873661699885</id><published>2005-06-03T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:32:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. So I've decided to describe the trip. Added some pics only. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the airport in the early evening and after checking in, we had dinner at the fabulous restaurant (in the hotel) which had the view of Shinjuku. Food was fanatstic, chawanmushi totally juicy and melts in your mouth. Marble beef that melts too (Drools). Fresh tuna toro (don't know if that's how you spell it though it's how u pronounce it). Everything was fantastic. Seriously best jap food ever. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/chawanmushi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/beef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagoya World Expo. Seriously, all we ever did was walk buy souveniers and eatery. We went into the Singapore Pavillion and guess what? Everyone there are Singaporeans. Guess what again? Singapore Pavillion actually shows you... Made in Singapore  RAIN... -.- We were upstairs having our lunch, hokkien mee, chicken rice and laksa which tasted pretty good for a food made in Japan. Then we heard thunder and suddenly, rain.. HEAVY rain.. Really like how Singapore is like when it's raining. (My friendster has this arrogant looking pic of me and xuan, that's where we took it) We were laughing and saying "LOH HOH LIAO, SIEW SA KOR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say they should have people upstairs pretending to collect their laundry hung outside. It'll look more real, more singapore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we saw the pretty boy. Nagoya station. Ate one of the tastiest Zaru Soba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/bullet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullet train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/nagoya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPINGGGG!!~ Woo!! First stop, Harajuku.. Since it was a Sunday, many people on the streets and cosplay everywhere. Me and sis went to shop alone, the guys went their way, mum, dad and Lihui jie went to the shrine. Yes, cosplay even outside the holy shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought many things (too many to describe) and one thing about Japan is everywhere we go, we buy umbrellas. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop, Shibuya..&lt;br /&gt;Horrible man. I bought 2 baby phat items. Item number one: belt. Item number two: bracelet. The prices are so steep, sis and i didn't dare to buy anything at first. Until she tried on a top. While she was in the fitting room i roamed around the shop with Lihui jie and we saw all that baby phat shit. A little encouragement and KA CHING! Made the sales girl happy, me happy, sis happy and we, a little broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up another level saw accessories, bought a necklace. Sis bought many earrings. Claimed tax and quickly met up with the rest to rush for some tempura dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23May&lt;br /&gt;M I C K E Y M O U S E ! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at me for buying that minnie hairband ok. It's so useful at home now. People there are wearing that everywhere they go and it's so tempting to want to do so too! i hesistated till almost the end of the trip and couldn't resist the temptation. Went into the shops alone and bought whatever I thought was cute. Haha. Love Disneyland. Sooo much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/disney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/castle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Akihabara. I bought a eyelash curler (it's not something you can find in Sg) and an electric toothbrush. Oh, Mp3 player I think tt's about it. Then hmm.. Ginza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's paradise. She shopped while we decided to head back to Harajuku ourselves to do some more shopping. But! I brought them into GAP. I picked up a top and belt and tried it in the fitting room. When I came out to ask them for opinion...... No one's around! All in fitting room also.. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchased a tantamount amount of shopping goodies which costs us, 30k yen. That's only me and Moses ok. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at this super nice BBQ thingy like Seoul Garden. Super YUMMY! The beef, crab and other seafood. Perfectoooo.. We ate beef tongue too. Damn nice man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/hp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/dior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/bbq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokkaido here we come!! Met with our tour guide Hino and ate at the airport. Ramen. SO TASTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some Ainu place. Saw a very cute bear. Lol! I think it was feeling sick. It paced front and back and kept repeating that action and his cage was filled with vomit. Ok, should have sympatised but it was v cute mah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to our hot spring resort. All of us changed into our lil outfit and I forgot what it's called lah. Haha. We wore the same thing and went down for dinner. Suddenly, I feel like i'm wearing a school uniform eating at a school canteen. But of cuz, food was good.. Better than canteen food. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner went to their arcade, I kiap-ed my own Eeyore!! With three tries though. -.- But it's damn CUTE! (Btw, if you guys know me well enough, i never liked soft toys.) Now come to think of it, i have some sony pink bear (Moses kiap-ed it for me) A stitch soft toy (Godfrey kor swiped his card for me) Hahahaa. I bought the smaller version lah. His is big stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the arcade I was suffocating with the clothes we were wearing and the heat there. Gosh. So I told Moses I need to go back up and have a bathe so later can go Hot Spring mah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot spring was one helluva an experience. Not that I haven't been to one, but I haven't been to one where I was supposed to be completely naked and see my sis or mum the same way too. Hahahaha. Obviously guys one level, ladies another lah! You see naked women struting around. Haha. Ok, not exactly. Most of the women there are definitely above 40, obasans everywhere. They were staring at me and sis. Mum didn't go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/ainu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/greedy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at our table. Gluttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26May&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, sat cable car up to some Bear park where the bears would wave at you to get your attention so that you'll feed them. They also do a few cute stunts to make you notice them. We saw ducks racing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Edo Wonderland. I like that place! It's somewhat like Asian Village but it's the jap culture of cuz. And it's full of surprises! We saw a geisha show and a Ninja show. Wah seh! The Ninjas are so good at what they do. They really train themselves and it was like a Jackie Chan movie. Lol. Just that they are Ninjas. Super cool! We also entered a Ninja maze and it's so real loh. Haha. The floor is sooo slanted that I feel the room is moving, but it's not lah. Haa. Lots of cute things there and I went to this Cat temple to pray and after you pray you have to put your hands at your ear and meow. Lol! It's the zao cai mao thingy. Reminds me of Aaron. Kns. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Cape Chikyu to see nice nice scenery. Very nicee.. Then went to Hell valley. The volcano spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to hotel and walked the streets to see this statue turn angry. Haha. It has a certain timing when it turns to an angry face and blabber in Jap. That's also where we saw the pretty Singaporean with her other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Spring again, this time mum saw us. Mum was in the waters while we were bathing there.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing hor? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/bears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/angry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27May&lt;br /&gt;Left Noboribetsu for Sapporo. Went sight seeing again, those active volcanos and all. Checked in Hotel (I SO LIKE THAT HOTEL CONCEPT!) Haha. Went Diamaru Shopping. Mum and I went to shop, Dad and Moses went to the mens department and they didn't buy anything. Btw, Men's Department only one level. Lol. Everything there, above 400 bucks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Polo Ralph top, Mummy too. But of cuz she bought more than that lah. Shopping Queen leh she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/volcano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28May&lt;br /&gt;I was sick and was dreaded the outings. Was so hoping I could be back in SG. Sobs. Cuz no health food left and I was the last to get sick. Sobs. But still i tried to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Factory!!&lt;br /&gt;We visited the place, very interesting and fun. Plus high tech of cuz. Lol. Mummy didn't bother to see much of the place, she went straight to the shop. Spent about 500 - 600 on chocolates. -.- But cannot deny it's damn nice loh! She bought them as gifts for her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Otaru. Supposed to make my own Musical Box, but didn't. Bought a musical photo frame instead. Went into this shop where they sold masks. The kind you see in Romeo and Juilet? The latest version of it lah. Not the cheena one. Lol. In dances, parties last time? IT'S SO NICE! I wish SG had such parties!! I would really love to wear such dresses and buy those masks. The masks are so PRETTY!!! We had fun trying them out. So nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping again.. This time too sick to shop, watch my mum shop. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a last dinner at Japan with Hino. Oishi neh! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29May&lt;br /&gt;Went to some Fish market while I slept in the bus. Don't feel well and didn't sleep well with the stupid fever I had. So I decided to stay in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chitose Airport ate seperately. (Mummy, Moses and Me. The rest ate Zaru Soba.. AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Narita Airport ate again before our flight. I ate Ramen. SO NICE!! The 4 crazy pple ate Zaru Soba again. Can't stand them. Moses don't know what to eat so he joined them and later regreted his decision. Hahaha. See, my ramen best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore and I can't stand the people already. People at the airport made me miss Japanese culture, the politeness and manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post? I cut short already. Heh. No pics for the end because they have not uploaded them in my comp. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111777873661699885?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111777873661699885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111777873661699885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111777873661699885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111777873661699885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111769949425947437</id><published>2005-06-02T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:16:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had enough of complaining and I'm cool now. So that's all folks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111769949425947437?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111769949425947437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111769949425947437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111769949425947437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111769949425947437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-had-enough-of-complaining-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111769465028148478</id><published>2005-06-02T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:44:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of coloring my hair jet black again. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color always fades and my hair is brown again. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to resize the pics because there are too many and they are of different sizes. I don't have the patience. Lol. Anyone wants to do it? Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, anyone wants to do up a blogskin for me? I'm too lazy but I need a new one with bigger blogging area. Moses is too busy playing his WOW that I bet he forgot he was supposed to do one for me as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's in a horrible mess and I think I'm going to spend the rest of my day packing it up and throwing away..... SINGAPORE POLYTECHNIC SHIT BOOKS. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cuz I have to leave some in case anyone needs to borrow my notes of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's quite weird. I'm kinda lost. My 3 years dream to graduate from SP has been fulfilled but now that I am already out, I feel... (insert words here) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm set to go Aussie to further my studies. I know of lots of people who wants to but can't. Main reason: Can't afford. I'm not saying that I'm from a rich family or anything but if my mum can support me through that experience why should I give it up and settle here to graduate from a Singapore Uni? I wouldn't be able to feel a sense of satisfaction when I grad. It'll be so normal and seems like such a safe route everyone should go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you have everything you are familiar with and you will not be able to experience or go through something foreign students come in contact with. You have your breakfast, lunch and dinner taken care of. Laundry, household chores etc. But when you're there you juggle with your studies and all these. When I am able to graduate from there, I would then be able to put in my resume, independence with an evidence. I would be proud. I'm sure Vivian felt a sense of satisfaction too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand Alicia's good intentions to encourage me to stay behind. But I always feel that if I do, I'm missing out the best part of my youth. Freedom and independence. Although I pretty much got lots of freedom already. Haa. I just don't wish to lose an opportunity to study abroad and taste their culture there. I don't want to be here in the same old Singapore, where I'm going to spend the rest of my life, doing the same things I do almost everyday. Seems mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the thought of staying in SG to complete yet another certificate like what I've been doing my whole life. Like, what's new? I wanted to study in US but it'll be a heavy burden to my mum I guess. Bro, sis and me. All going abroad to study. Haha. And I bet the travelling in plane experience to US would be torturous. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going and that's that. Don't think of me as dumb or stupid. I know what I'm doing and I've planned my future further than you can imagine. I'm a paranoid and kiasu which makes me plan ahead. I know what I want and I'm fortunately getting what I want. So far, so good. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111769465028148478?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111769465028148478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111769465028148478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111769465028148478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111769465028148478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-thinking-of-coloring-my-hair-jet.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111746236482613073</id><published>2005-05-30T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:13:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>Very lazy to blog. Never intended to do so. But people have been bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to edit the pics properly so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Japan, you do the hippy Japanese hairstyle.. Stylist: Moses Low, Assistant: Amber Pek, Model: Eve Pek. Haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/baton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no one there knows you, do stupid things. Pose with a Singaporean and laugh it off. Mr Lim and a pretty Singaporean we saw walking along the streets with her other half at Noboribetsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/minnieme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Disney, act as cute as you can be. Like me. Hah. Seriously influential those minnie ears or even stitch/dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/redindian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the peace of the displays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/shooter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be a sharp shooter. My father is really a sharp shooter. I tried shooting the first time and got zero. -.- Then improved to 3, then finally perfect 10. My dad... Don't know what to say. Immediate 10. -__-" The stupid gun is damn heavy ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/ninja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav place and show. NINJASSSSSS!!~~HAAAAAAAIIIIIIIYAAAAA! They are damn good! Impressive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/handsum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, take pictures with handsome strangers because you never see them in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC01816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist the temptations and this pic is to show you the handsome guy. IRL this guy is SUPER handsome. SERIOUS. Look like some perfect comic character. His eyes, fwah.. nose.. FWAH FWAH... *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Till I feel more hardworking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111746236482613073?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111746236482613073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111746236482613073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111746236482613073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111746236482613073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/05/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111617709226755710</id><published>2005-05-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:11:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird talk</title><content type='html'>We've got a parrot at home now called Xiao Wei (cuz mummy don't like the name Xiao Hui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's a damn intelligent parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid heard it say: "Xiao Hui huai dan" "Xiao Hui shut up" LOL. I think cuz her previous owner said that and she learnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to whistle for Milo. HAHAHAHAHAA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and her bf whistles for Milo during lunch time at about 12+ then they left and went out. So I babysit Milo and brought him down at about 3+ cuz I haven't had my lunch. Then Xiao Wei started whistling for Milo the exactly the way my sis does it. LOL! And stupid Milo actually runs towards her cage and whines. Hahahaha. So cute can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once, when we were having dinner, we heard the house telephone ringing tone.. "rinng rinngg, rinngg rinnnggg" EXACTLY the same as how the typical house phone sound like when it's ringing. I thought our house phone changed the ringing tone! HAHA. Everyone was fascinated. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next morning, she started doing the rinng rinnggg again. Mum was frustrated thinking that the house phone was ringing for so long and no one is answering it. Only after some time did she realise that our house phone doesn't sound like this. Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, guess what i heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky, come here.. Come here.. Come" ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying before we went out, Xiao Wei was just beside me. She was talking but I couldn't understand what she was saying, it took me 5 mins before I heard this loud and clear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my maid and she recalled that she left Xiao Wei in her room this morning and Lucky is always tied there. My maid called Lucky to follow her by saying the exact words Xiao Wei said. So smart arh she! She's so entertaining! Never knew a parrot could bring so much laughter. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111617709226755710?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111617709226755710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111617709226755710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111617709226755710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111617709226755710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/05/bird-talk.html' title='Bird talk'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111565018613247930</id><published>2005-05-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:49:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family potrait</title><content type='html'>Hehe.. My family potrait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis found the website.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/mummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/godfrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/weiliang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/rong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/moses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/jiaxuan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/ahboi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111565018613247930?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111565018613247930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111565018613247930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111565018613247930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111565018613247930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/05/family-potrait.html' title='Family potrait'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111513893502712075</id><published>2005-05-04T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:09:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASOS</title><content type='html'>Iris and Jessie, the items have arrived! Haha. Quite nice leh. I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i saw a few more items that i love but.. Deciding if i should buy them.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/imagep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/imagec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/image1l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/imageb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bag is OOS! Sobs. But it's very ex also lah. Haha. about 200 sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking.. Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111513893502712075?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111513893502712075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111513893502712075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111513893502712075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111513893502712075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/05/asos.html' title='ASOS'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111487957672598243</id><published>2005-04-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:46:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iris, I didn't buy the nine west heels. Size doesn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I got a Miss Sixty jeans instead. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian, i'm so lazy to take a pic of my heels, cuz i have to walk down. Haha. Maybe when i work i take. See how. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Wed we took photos in the office because Janice quit her job for Emirates! Going Dubai for 3 years. She's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/edit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L to R: June, Me, Janice, Yvonne and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/edit3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Jamie (I don't know if this is how you spell his name) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Auntie Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Iris: the top look familiar not? Haha! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the night Iris, Jessie and I went on a last min clubbing. Hahahahaha! Went to Zouk. Quite fun except that I was feeling a bit sleepy due to waking up early for work. Iris got addicted to the 5 10 game. Lol. Then we went for supper at Fong Seng. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Iris and I met up with our beloved friend who had his birthday then. Poor boy, no one accompanied him on his birthday! The guys were so insensitive. Wanted him to join them to watch some soccer match on his birthday. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him out and we first went to take neoprints! LOL! It's been such a long time since i took one. But it was a longer time for Daoren. We had fun in the machine cuz we were laughing at our stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/blur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurred us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to go to cosy bay after walking around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/view2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daoren thinks it looks like causeway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoor stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/dr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy with his last min birthday ice cream cake (A slice) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthday boy was soooo touched with his presents and cake. Haha. Hope it'll be a memorable one for him. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111487957672598243?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111487957672598243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111487957672598243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111487957672598243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111487957672598243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/iris-i-didnt-buy-nine-west-heels.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111452315017022432</id><published>2005-04-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:45:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for my mum's company since yesterday and it was actually quite fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an assistant for the HR Manager there. Funnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's lots of things to do. As of tmr, I'll be very busy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dental appointment today and realised my gum is swollen. Looks scary, is painful, feels terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, i rewarded myself with a pair of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HEELS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Yes, Miss Pek finally has a pair of decent heels)&lt;/span&gt;, a plain Giordano top and GG&gt;5 pants. Heh heh. Need formal wear already, if not Iris and Vivian can write more borrow slips. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris, Jessie: Our items might be arriving this Thurs. Yay... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111452315017022432?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111452315017022432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111452315017022432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111452315017022432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111452315017022432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/update-ive-been-working-for-my-mums.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111402420111239879</id><published>2005-04-21T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T03:46:55.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a lovely class chalet though i had to eat burnt corns, burnt sweet potatos and i played mahjong the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC01572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry but Shirley, the photographer, wants to take photos of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC01575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich and Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 644px; HEIGHT: 846px" height="850" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/HPIM0089.jpg" width="988" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, Jiahui, Yingzhu, Chee Huat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/HPIM0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls with the birthday people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/DSC01594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokers with the birthday people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="894" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/newHPIM0106.jpg" width="1028" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111402420111239879?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111402420111239879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111402420111239879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111402420111239879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111402420111239879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/had-lovely-class-chalet-though-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111366681372806474</id><published>2005-04-16T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:53:33.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivian, don't envy. Haha. When you had your share of fun at brissy and other places, we were in Singapore too. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm Milo's temporary nanny since my sis and her boyfriend went out. He keeps annoying me with his toy in his mouth. After a looonnnggg while, when he finally understood the fact that i don't wish to entertain him any more, he decided to sleep. Now... He.... Is.... SNORING... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is adorable and very active. When he runs, he looks like he is hopping. When he skips the steps between my living room and dining room, he looks like he is flying. When he loses in speed with anyone, he becomes a baby. He whines. Sore loser. Cheeyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is often tortured when we are having our dinner. He is placed on top of our fountain, our table top, bar chairs and even the small ledge or whatever it is called. Cute arh this dog? Cannot stand. But now that we're going to Japan, who is going to look after him then? Tsk. Poor dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111366681372806474?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111366681372806474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111366681372806474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111366681372806474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111366681372806474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/vivian-dont-envy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111349512139619011</id><published>2005-04-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T00:12:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan</title><content type='html'>Planning seems easy but when it comes to doing it, fwah.. Headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;First, plan the places you want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;Second, accomodation and transportation (Vomit blood -.-) Japan got a very confusing train transport guide. In fact, too many guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;Third, plan where you should visit first and estimate the timing of each place. (I've been there ten years ago, but how to rem the places well?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pounding headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places planned:&lt;br /&gt;#1 Tokyo (Obviously)&lt;br /&gt;#2 Otaru&lt;br /&gt;#3 Sapporo&lt;br /&gt;#4 Nagoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagoya - Buy tickets for bullet train (round trip + admission tickets) [Day(s) spent : 1]&lt;br /&gt;Sapporo - Accomodation and places of interest [Day(s) spent : 3?]&lt;br /&gt;Otaru - Train ticket there and back. Yay! I'm gonna make my own musical box! [Day(s) spent : 1]&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo - Disneyland, Temples, Meiji Shrine, Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Harajuku. Hahaha. So much shopping. Need Jr line tickets. [Day(s) spent : 4 or 5?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem i got is, how to purchase the train tickets. Because it is said that tickets purchased in my own local country would only then be valid in Japan. The train is giving me a big headache. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, where should i stay? Mumsy doesn't want to stay in Ryokan (Traditional Inns). Where is the nearest to the shopping areas in Tokyo? Ikebukuro or Shibuya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, anyone knows where is the rainbow bridge? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to sort out my thoughts for a while before i go insane. Whenever i open the IE it'll remind me of my "planned trip" so i feel better, like i've done a big deal. Haha. Rather than going through pages and pages of Japan travel guides online or printing out a mountain of notes to read and highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think i'm hardworking, you should see my lecturer. She gave me a whole list of websites to find accomodation and stuff. She really put in lots of effort in her trip. I feel kinda slow and stupid compared to her. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Sorry Iris and Jessie can't accompany you both the sun tan. Enjoyyy.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111349512139619011?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111349512139619011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111349512139619011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111349512139619011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111349512139619011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/plan.html' title='Plan'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111312406137071261</id><published>2005-04-10T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:07:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Met up with Iris, Vivian and Alvin yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Coco Latte at Gallery Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/alvin_vivian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v147/Whyteve/iris_me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash too bright. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we went for Dim Sum at Geylang, the tofu niceee. But i only tried the rojak one, don't quite like mango. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian sent herself and Alvin home... Then i went home.. Sounds weird right. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy just messaged me, asking me when is my last paper. You know whyyyyy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She planning to bring us to Japan.. Yay! Haha. So long never go abroad with family sound a bit sua gu already huh.. Haha. But I'm thinking what am i going to do there man. Disneyland? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still not confirm lah. Better not go Korea again, I will die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111312406137071261?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111312406137071261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111312406137071261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111312406137071261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111312406137071261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111286808158265910</id><published>2005-04-07T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:01:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha. YAY!!!! Finally our core modules paper over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with Higher Math next thurs. That's ok lah. Nothing to worry about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was supposed to be the hardest for me (and many others too) however, it turned out ok! Haha. So relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Plan KL trip. Jessie lai lai, Iris lai lai.. We can start to plan liao. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Iris, I'm going to change my blog layout. BUT! At least i already started ok! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough nonsense, i'm going to go watch Sex and the City and later going to sing KTV then watch all the other movies like The Pacifier, play puzzle fighter. Iyoh so busy. Hahahaha. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111286808158265910?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111286808158265910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111286808158265910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111286808158265910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111286808158265910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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-7556834.post-111228299473420576</id><published>2005-03-31T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:29:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling?</title><content type='html'>How good are you at spelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.guardian.co.uk/quiz/questions/0,5957,1303707,00.html"&gt;http://books.guardian.co.uk/quiz/questions/0,5957,1303707,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556834-111228299473420576?l=jiarongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/feeds/111228299473420576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556834&amp;postID=111228299473420576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111228299473420576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556834/posts/default/111228299473420576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiarongs.blogspot.com/2005/03/spelling.html' title='Spelling?'/><author><name>Evey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570376429307237628</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>
