<?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-16885241</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:29:53.767+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Small Talk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-115290128608691261</id><published>2006-07-15T04:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-07-15T04:54:39.703+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Upsizing.</title><content type='html'>I'm upgrading. I'm now located &lt;span style="font-size:30px; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://log.ruinie.net/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be a doll and update your links!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-115290128608691261?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/115290128608691261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=115290128608691261' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115290128608691261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115290128608691261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/07/upsizing.html' title='Upsizing.'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-115173568792375573</id><published>2006-07-01T16:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:56:09.690+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My Neverending To Do List</title><content type='html'>Next to my neverending "I want to buy" list, is my neverending to do list:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Next week's roster&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reorganise my limited spaced wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry, my neverending loads and loads of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean the bathroom&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make the living room livable again, too many late night matches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My domain, eeps. It's almost a month now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidy up my resume, it lacks something, but I don't know what&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sort my clothes; keep, throw, donate, archive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more but my brains are exhausted and I should get back to cleaning, or else I'd be distracted all the way til my appointment tonight. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-115173568792375573?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/115173568792375573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=115173568792375573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115173568792375573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115173568792375573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-neverending-to-do-list.html' title='My Neverending To Do List'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-115106186365810640</id><published>2006-06-23T21:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:54:23.660+10:30</updated><title type='text'>5 months with David Beckham?</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I think I've choosen the wrong course. Why hadn't I gone into Mass Communications instead. Heh. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching that David Beckham Special they have in conjuction with the World Cup (I suppose). He seems to be quite a humble person, who genuinely loves the sport. Such a shame with all that (bad) press going on aorund him. And he likes Zidane too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-115106186365810640?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/115106186365810640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=115106186365810640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115106186365810640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115106186365810640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/06/5-months-with-david-beckham.html' title='5 months with David Beckham?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-115064648176005336</id><published>2006-06-19T02:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:33:28.486+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Money can't buy happiness</title><content type='html'>But it can buy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nike Runners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nine West Barcelona Large Hobo Bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nautical Striped Cowlsneck Knit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navy Ribbed Racerback Tank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Frank's Fluffy Bedroom Slippers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Victorian White Cotton Blouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burnt Orange V-Neck Top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jolie Bustier Top ala Catherine Zeta Jones' Zorro outfit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aldo Arabian Pumps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Polo Jeans Tee, both not for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And put everything together, for less than 300aud. Now that's a lot of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-115064648176005336?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/115064648176005336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=115064648176005336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115064648176005336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115064648176005336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/06/money-cant-buy-happiness.html' title='Money can&apos;t buy happiness'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-115052515851131495</id><published>2006-06-17T16:29:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:49:18.530+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Yes you can, no you can't</title><content type='html'>I've been reading quiet a few bimbotic blogs lately, all plastered with "disclaimers" saying that they can post their bimbotic pictures and do or say whatever they want because it's their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, go for it. Nobody's saying you can't, and nobody can stop you. But you can't stop people from thinking that you're a bimbo and that your pictures are dumb and your posts brings out the shallow bimbo in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this whole privacy plus commercialization of blogging is irking the hell out of me. What's the big deal? A blog is a blog. Don't make it more than it is. Bimbotic photo blogs are popular because people like to see pretty girls in tiny outfits flaunting their, urm, assets. It's almost like soft porn. Controversial blogs are nice too because, well, it's only human nature that we look for the bad in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And controversial blogs I can deal with. Everything is controversial nowadays anyway. Then again, maybe it's just attention defiency but what about bimbotic blogs? OMG, I cannot deny that I just cannot stand them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do wonder why does these beautiful girls try so hard to tell people that they're pretty and they have it all. Confidence is good, but whatever happen to humility? I think a person without humility is pretty damn ugly no matter how big-breasted-small-waisted-fashion-conscious you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-115052515851131495?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/115052515851131495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=115052515851131495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115052515851131495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/115052515851131495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-you-can-no-you-cant.html' title='Yes you can, no you can&apos;t'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114978350245994758</id><published>2006-06-09T01:58:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:31:43.720+10:30</updated><title type='text'>On replay</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Mraz - You and I Both&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Mraz - Wordplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Mraz - Please Don't Tell Her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coldplay - Under the Tracks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rascal Flatts - What Hurts the Most&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death Cab for the Cutie - Soul Meets body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death Cab for the Cutie - I Will Follow You Into the Dark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;INXS - Never Tear Us Apart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benny Mao - Indebted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Charlotte - We Believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving Bridget Jones' Diary soundtrack as well. They've been on rerun for 3 days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this song on Fox that is pretty good but I have no idea who sang it and what's the title. Every time they play the song, I seem to be preoccupied with something else. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114978350245994758?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114978350245994758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114978350245994758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114978350245994758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114978350245994758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-replay.html' title='On replay'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114976771877113610</id><published>2006-06-08T22:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:25:18.916+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The lesser of 2 evils among other random things</title><content type='html'>In a situation where two person were to be blamed equally, why is it that the lesser of two evils always gets away unscath? And 'lesser of two evils' here is totally subjective to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how much you like the person&lt;/span&gt; and not literally less evil. Sadly, I'm rarely the lesser of two evils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, works been a bore except yerterday. The mornings are getting colder, which makes it harder for me to get up. So tempted to change my work time to the afternoon so that I can sleep in a bit more but then that means lesser hours or more work days. I'm not willing to give up my day offs just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened yesterday. Our Chinese chef is in charge of opening the doors everyday but he forgot to bring his keys that morning. And I usually have a set but coincidentally the night before was pest control night, so I had handed my key in to Centre Management. Fortunately though, there was another way of getting into the shop! By climbing in. And we all did exactly that. If you saw a monkey sometimes yesterday morning whilst shopping at Chaddy, that was me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114976771877113610?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114976771877113610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114976771877113610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114976771877113610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114976771877113610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/06/lesser-of-2-evils-among-other-random.html' title='The lesser of 2 evils among other random things'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114959101873490278</id><published>2006-06-06T21:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:21:11.043+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to Jason Mraz's You and I both and it's all &lt;a href="http://yongsi.com/solidwater"&gt;your&lt;/a&gt; fault!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114959101873490278?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114959101873490278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114959101873490278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114959101873490278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114959101873490278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/06/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114779491083841312</id><published>2006-05-17T02:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:26:15.203+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I need to get done</title><content type='html'>The procrastinator in me just realised that it's already mid-May and I haven't done anything that I said I would do yet. The list seems to be growing longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief glance at things I need to get done, according to their, urm, priority/due dates:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put my clothes into the dryer - I'm doing laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up my 'homework' &amp; email it ASAP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get everyone's exam schedule &amp; do up next week's roster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacumm upstairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush Ziran for police check in Canberra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inform him to get progress report done by Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do up budget - my total wealth now sums up to a measely 40bucks til I get my next pay &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send clothes off for donation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update songs in Nano - omg, yes please!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, in the whole list, I totally forgot about my web designing job for Firatech. Need to get my ass moving for that one as soon as I get my hands on Illustrator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note (well, depends on how you look at it), the bf's flight is delayed til 11.30am, so I finally get to sleep in on a weekday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114779491083841312?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114779491083841312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114779491083841312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114779491083841312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114779491083841312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-i-need-to-get-done.html' title='Things I need to get done'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114770331615923293</id><published>2006-05-16T00:58:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:00:24.643+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style=size:16; font-weight:bold&gt;I feel loved! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114770331615923293?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114770331615923293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114770331615923293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114770331615923293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114770331615923293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweetest-thing.html' title='The sweetest thing!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114755098107799508</id><published>2006-05-14T06:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T06:39:42.330+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>This is like my what, third or fourth entry today? You can see, I really have time on my hands, and I really like the distraction from cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a good girl this weekend, by having a night in. Come to think about it, besides that weekend when I was sick, I was out every weekend night for the past month and a half. And I wonder why I'm so damn broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a night for myself, just not doing anything. Maybe not anything at all. I've been trying (very very very hard) to clean up the mess upstairs. I think it got worse from last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somewhere between cleaning the study room and watching TVB series, I suddenly feel homesick. Come to think of it, I have been for quite a while now. Everything I do reminds me of home, or something I want to do when I get home. Everything I buy, I will think of how I can make use of it back home. And I had second thoughts of purchasing the trench coat last week, because I can't wear it back home!! I dreamt of going for late night "yum cha" (supper at mamak stalls) sessions with the girls last night after having supper with the Nudle people last night! Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what the Ramlee burger chasing dream was telling me. I'm so pathetic, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I got a phone call from PH this evening, right after dinner telling me that her friend who had his application done AFTER us, got his PR already. I'm already tired of waiting for this and that, and now I get news of something like that. It is terribly demoralising. I really don't know how long can I keep up the optimistic front. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, there's a whole drama with my police check in Malaysia. Apparently my batch of files was held back, due to a few of the other names in the batch. How 'fortunate' of me! It's like one disheartening obstacle after another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I really want to go home, see my family, my girls and satisfy my Ramlee burger cravings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114755098107799508?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114755098107799508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114755098107799508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114755098107799508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114755098107799508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114753031463591924</id><published>2006-05-14T00:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:58:07.846+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cliches</title><content type='html'>Soulmates, other halves, the one, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we've been talking about these few weeks is about love, sex and relationships. And of all the conversations, the one we had last night was most honest and soul-baring. And really, you think that you know someone, and you think that you know yourself, but do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 'The Bride Stripped Bare', she thought it was, but it really wasn't, or was it? So many questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do we stop asking questions about our lives and start living it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114753031463591924?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114753031463591924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114753031463591924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114753031463591924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114753031463591924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/cliches.html' title='Cliches'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114751617618301283</id><published>2006-05-13T20:44:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:59:36.550+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make yam cake tonight, but there was no rice flour. Then I thought of replacing it with glutinous rice flour, but it probably won't taste the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my yam cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114751617618301283?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114751617618301283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114751617618301283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114751617618301283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114751617618301283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanted-to.html' title='I wanted to'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114736184236372682</id><published>2006-05-12T01:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:07:22.400+10:30</updated><title type='text'>When you least expect it</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things always fall into place when you least expect it. Playing Aunt Agony to a couple of people this week made me think about things a lot. Relationships, how much can you go through before realising that trust is really more fragile than glass? And without trust, what makes a relationship really? I'm not talking about BGR, but all relationships in general. And respect, more often than not, the most easily forgotten aspect in friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends, and I have some not-so-great friends. Where do you draw the line between entertainment, being sporting or spontaneous and respect for a person's opinion? Ask me this two years ago, I would have tell my not-so-great friends to get lost if they're only here for the good times. But now, frankly, I don't know what I would say now. Whatever goes I guess. And you'll be amazed at how much shit I can tolerate now. *Comparatively speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this two years away, I've learned so much more than the past five of my adolescent years. I guess stepping out of you comfort zone really takes you places. I'm really thankful for this opportunity and if I could turn back time, I really won't want to change anything. I've been enlightened by Suets about the Butterfly Effect. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need web host recommendation. I'm going to give the whole domain/website/portfolio thing another go and unfortunately, the place I was about to sign up for just crash and burned. Stable and preferbly affordable. I'm quite broke from all my shopping escapades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114736184236372682?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114736184236372682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114736184236372682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114736184236372682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114736184236372682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-you-least-expect-it.html' title='When you least expect it'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114731798164070877</id><published>2006-05-11T13:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:56:21.653+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I had something to say</title><content type='html'>I guess I lost my train of thoughts on the way home from work. Got off early again cause I'm coughing...again. I'm sick of being sick all the time, so I went to get this, according to the pharmacist, really potent chesty cough syrup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as well, since I just discovered last night that the cough syrup I've been taking was really a cough surpressent. Damn. Nowonder I sleep well at night but cough like hell during the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; managed to get Toshiba, and my laptop is all ready for collection! And guess what? They replaced my harddisk with a spanking new one! And and and, the best part is, it's still under warranty!! So I guess it was worth every penny paid, since it was one of the few laptops that came with a 3 year international warranty. I lub Toshiba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit lazy to go collect it though. I'm home, I'm full, and I just want to sleep. Maybe I should get it tomorrow after work, since I'm going to pass Toshiba anyway, but then I don't want to risk forgetting to bring that receipt slip like today. How how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114731798164070877?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114731798164070877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114731798164070877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114731798164070877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114731798164070877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-something-to-say.html' title='I had something to say'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114693091127725682</id><published>2006-05-07T02:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:25:21.810+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Temptations</title><content type='html'>So it was not all a waste when the supposed trip to Phillip Island was accidentally forgotten. Ended up in Doncaster for a yum cha session which was just as dissapointing as the one two weeks ago. The food was pretty but wasn't warm enough. And then we didn't get any 'siu mai' and 'har kau' at all! Imagine that! How can it be called yum cha when their staples wasn't ready until after we had our desserts. Fortunately, their mango pudding was yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed down to Brandsmart as it was on the way home. Our reasoning was that Cher needed to check if she could use her Polo credit note there. And so I came home almost 200 bucks poorer but two tops, a trench coat, three bras and a necklace richer. Not too bad a bargain right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with the trench coat. And what a deal it was, I paid 99aud for it and the original price was 550aud. Wanted to get the cropped jacket as well but I can't afford so spend that much since this fortnight's pay isn't as much as usual due since I was down with a cold for 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up some pictures as soon as I can get my lazy ass off and start cleaning up the place a bit. I've been shopping quite a bit lately, and changed my wardrobe quite a bit. Min will be surprised, or maybe not after I told her about my obsession with all things round and bright. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've succumb to temptation. Need to get ready in 20 minutes for Room. I hope it'll be a good night albeit it being almost 2am already. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114693091127725682?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114693091127725682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114693091127725682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114693091127725682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114693091127725682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/temptations.html' title='Temptations'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114657838877424441</id><published>2006-05-02T23:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:29:49.300+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh fuck!</title><content type='html'>So I made a third trip to a strip joint for the month. Now before you think I'm some sort of pervert, it's mostly because everyone wants to go, but all at seperate times. Anyway, there's nothing wrong admiring or oogling at a female anatomy, it's just too perfect, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was for Sitian's dustbin who trotted down from Singapore and Cher, who was the first to suggest it but always too tired to come along. After another night of boobs and more boobs, we headed to Bubbles for some after partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was 2am already, there was no queue and so we took our place right up the front where the bouncer was. Just 2 weeks ago when I was there, I jokingly mentioned something about how silly it would be to accidentally drop your ID and having it fall, accidentally of course, into the sewage hole that is inconviniently located next to the curb right by the bouncers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess who was the butt of her own jokes? Somehow, as I was struggling to stuff my  wallet back into my bag, my ID accidentally slipped out of my hands and of course into &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; sewage hole! A million things crossed my mind at that time but all I can think of at the time was "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it was the first time something like that has happened because within five minutes one of their bouncer came out, remove the cover for the sewage hole and rescued my precious ID. Fortunately for me, the hole wasn't filled with the smelly or  dirty water. It was actually clear water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we proceed to a night of dance, some pleasant and a few unpleasant incidents, one involving a drunken horny old man who pranced and gyrated his hips in Rachel and my face. We were trying our very best to not burst out laughing at his antics. He was old enough to be our father! Not to mention his red silk boxers tucked behind his golden bling bling belt playing peekaboo with us. We were utterly grossed out, I had to shift seats just to get away from him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it was quite a night. And to think I almost wanted to stay home to sleep my Saturday night away after a week of illness and over exhaustion at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114657838877424441?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114657838877424441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114657838877424441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114657838877424441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114657838877424441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-fuck.html' title='Oh fuck!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114657624037959288</id><published>2006-05-02T23:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:54:01.826+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Meme Time!</title><content type='html'>I AM: not who you think I am&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: everything&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: to change so many things&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: awkward moments where you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: being crazy spontaneous like how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: height!&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: possums on my roof, eeps!&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: what it would be like if things weren't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not confronting some people&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: who you think I am (as above)&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: whenever, where ever I like&lt;br /&gt;I SING: when I'm alone in the room&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: in my pillow&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: paying attention to things that I should be&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: momentos for special people in my life&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: rubbish in my blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: what I want out of my life&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to get a real job&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: be more proactive in looking for my new job&lt;br /&gt;I START: with a heart full of hope&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: most of the things I started&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: you, you and you (know who you are)!&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER: it's the tiny little things in life that counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've done memes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114657624037959288?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114657624037959288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114657624037959288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114657624037959288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114657624037959288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/05/meme-time.html' title='Meme Time!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114567916553116236</id><published>2006-04-22T14:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:42:45.543+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>A little bird on a tree told me something absoridiculously funny last night. It made my coughing a little more bearable. I don't know why, considering it's not exactly a good thing. But lately, I've figured out a lot of puzzles that sent me round in mental circles before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are really silly, and some are just plain childish. But all in all, I only have one thing to say... MOVE ON already. I mean, did she tell you that it was because she could not hold on to something she wanted? And...no more ands and buts and whatifs. I'm done playing this silly game. It's just that I still feel the need for a proper closure. A tell-all post. Maybe I will write to Oprah! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114567916553116236?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114567916553116236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114567916553116236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114567916553116236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114567916553116236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/04/tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk tsk'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114391304267791374</id><published>2006-04-02T04:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:54:44.590+10:30</updated><title type='text'>April Fools? Or stupid fool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TM_Net"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read it, I didn't know to laugh or to be ashamed that it's a fellow Malaysian who did that. Obviously, Streamyx sucks, we all know that. But something like that can be done more tastefully and writing that up will not change anything. Geez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114391304267791374?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114391304267791374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114391304267791374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114391304267791374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114391304267791374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-or-stupid-fool.html' title='April Fools? Or stupid fool?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114367918118596796</id><published>2006-03-30T11:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:39:41.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It getting cold</title><content type='html'>April is just around the corner, and Melbourne is finally starting to cool down a little. He just left this morning, and I missed him already. It's nice to have someone to snuggle up to during the cold days you know? But I think I'll do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or so I hope. Anyway, it's not permanent, don't know why I'm getting so over-dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, he added my name to his car insurance. I'm still scared as hell to drive the car. It's been five freaking years, and despite all the practice, I still suck. So it takes time, but with five years driving experience, I really suck bad man. I did better when I was learning how to drive.WTF right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will not dissapoint, and I will be good enough to drive to airport by next month. Hee! For now, I hope I can drive to work and back, park safely, and not scare the hell out of anyone. :D I drove to Malvern yesterday, so I should be able to drive to work, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be doing a semi full time next week. 40 hours minimum, maybe more. It's gonna be tiring and probably quite sucky as well, but I really really need the money now as I'm so broke it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I got me a customized Crumpler? And one for him too! But it's not one of those coupley things. Not quite into that. I think mine's prettier but then I feel like I rip off some guy's design, and made it my own. I think mine's prettier though, really it is. But I can't put up any pictures yet cause it's not with me now. He brought it back with him so we could get GST refund. Talk about good timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I probably won't update anymore, until I get my new layout done up and the new place set up. I'm moving yet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, sorry. Hehe. I got me a domain, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. This one will last, it's not some tutti frutti place, I'm no more a teenybopper. Til then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114367918118596796?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114367918118596796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114367918118596796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114367918118596796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114367918118596796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-getting-cold.html' title='It getting cold'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-114293762963446007</id><published>2006-03-21T21:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T03:23:27.073+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel bad</title><content type='html'>I really really do. Last night was a long, long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possum that was in the walls, well, it was in my garage last night. And I was quite freaked out when I saw it. Instinctively, I thought of opening the garage door to let it out. That's probably the worst thing that I could have done but I didn't know that at the time. So I did, and then I heard a loud 'kiak'. So I stopped the roller door, and hear the possum pounding on and on. I thought it was afraid to jump down, but I was too afraid to go out and see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam came to my rescue, but unfortunately for the possum, it was a little too late for her. Her bushy tail (it was a brush tail possum) got caught in the wheel of the roller door and the poor thing was stuck. And I panicked. I tried to close the door in hopes that the wheel would turn the other way and release the poor thing. Sadly, the wheel was totally stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we launched into a frenzy of searching for some wildlife rescue organisation, in hopes that they provide emergency rescue. I thought of calling the fire brigade since they are like two stone throws away but then what could they do? And so we found Wildlife Rescue which directed us to Wildlife Victoria. Within 20 minutes, a volunteer, Beth, arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went from bad to worse when she said that it was really bad and she got a little emotional. She told us to look for a vet surgeon cause the possum needs to be put to sleep. There was no other way of getting it out and if there was it would be difficult for it to survive in the wild since the tail was totally crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, they manage to get hold of a vet nurse who had the drug. She took about 30 minutes to make her way over. While waiting for her, another possum (ringtail) crawled out of the roof of the garage! There was more than one possum in the house, not to mention, they're of different breed. And according to what my other housemate told me, seems like they're fighting over urm, their territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the nurse came, and the possum was taken out of its misery. She must have been in A LOT of pain. Imagine having one of your limbs twirled around a large wheel 'ball bearings'-majigigy. But after all that, they still couldn't get it out, so we had no choice but to ring the fire brigade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they came along in their huge ass fire truck, flashing their red and blue light. There was three of them, and it was quite funny actually. It went something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman A: Urm, you want the screwdriver or the knife??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to unwind the possum but that was in vain. In the end, they had to saw the tail off and remove the body before diassembling the cables to remove the tail. It was quite gross really. I dare not look, the whole thing was traumatizing enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the night. I feel so bad and so sorry for the possum. It took me a while before I could go to bed last night. I hope I don't get attacked by her family. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the firemen, these situations are quite common and they get calls like that quite often. Also, I still hear sounds in the wall, so I assume that there's more in the walls. We've notified the agents and they've contacted Peter the Possum man, or something like that. He's supposedly a professional possum remover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you learn something new everyday. But, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. There's more updates but I'll wait til later for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-114293762963446007?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/114293762963446007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=114293762963446007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114293762963446007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/114293762963446007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-bad.html' title='I feel bad'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113982142107731022</id><published>2006-02-13T19:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:03:41.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Undomesticated Me?</title><content type='html'>I never realised how domesticated I am ever since I got here. Today I woke up at 11am, went to Glen Central to do some groccery shopping. Got home, threw everything into the slow cooker and started cooking. Then I started cleaning the kitchen, change the cardboards, washed the dishes. Then did the laundry, and continue organising the cupboard of spices and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went upstair and started sorting the clean laundry, and cleaning the toilet as well as oraganising the study room. Then I went back down to make barley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigod, right?? I never stepped into the kitchen if I can help it back home and now I actually bother to get up in the morning to go get fresh groccery to make dinner. Eeps. I feel like old. Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too young for this. Hehe. I can't wait until the PR things are settled, then I can get a proper job instead of doing the odds and ends I'm doing to pay my rent now. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113982142107731022?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113982142107731022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113982142107731022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113982142107731022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113982142107731022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/02/undomesticated-me.html' title='The Undomesticated Me?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113965997927551675</id><published>2006-02-11T23:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:20:32.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>Today was just another day of work when I've met my stupidest customer yet. Ok, maybe I was having a bad hair day, maybe he was having a bad hair day, but still it was quite amusing/annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Cust : Good thanks. What's that? (*pointing at beef rendang)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Beef rendang, it's beef in coconut milk curry.&lt;br /&gt;Cust : Is it beef?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hi, can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Cust : Yes. What's that? (*pointing at chicken curry)&lt;br /&gt;Me : M'sian chicken curry.&lt;br /&gt;Cust : Oh, I see. Is it fish?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Errr, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; curry.&lt;br /&gt;Cust : You sure it's not fish?&lt;br /&gt;Me : .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know to laugh or cry, but today was tiring and busy, I almost want to beat him with a stick. The day got better though. Got my pay at last. At least it's decent with the hours I'm getting now. Gonna be poor again on Wednesday cause I gotta pay my rent. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113965997927551675?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113965997927551675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113965997927551675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113965997927551675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113965997927551675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113918824971964464</id><published>2006-02-06T12:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:10:49.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, pretty badly shaken by the dream I had the night before. I've been having dreams like that for a while now but it's not as if it was a recurring dream, it's just that all the dream carries the same meaning. I think I'm a little homesick. Eep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started wondering, what if I hadn't come here to study, then things might not have turn sour with some people, but then I'd never know who these people truly are. Then there's more. I stopped myself because I know if I went on, I'd probably question myself again about staying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks times, people are gonna start flocking back to ol' Melbourne as the semester starts. I'm looking forward for the return of my friends and the arrival of one, though I'm sure there's gonna be more drama this year than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people I don't want to see ever again, but life's not perfect, I just need to deal with it. I guess these people will get what's coming to them, I shall leave all the dirty work to a higher power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113918824971964464?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113918824971964464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113918824971964464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113918824971964464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113918824971964464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113815511170485407</id><published>2006-01-25T13:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:11:51.720+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing I got up this morning!</title><content type='html'>I almost didn't want to get up this morning, but I did somehow mange to crawl out of bed into the shower and back to Chadstone on my first day off after a week! But I'm still glad, cause I manage to get so many things done. Actually, I managed to cross quite a few things off my to-do list. Some things I never thought I would do ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min knows what it was, and it really sort of liberated me! I'm half way there to be that independant girl I always wanna be. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week's weather been pretty crazy. Crazy hot it is. Tomorrow's gonn be one long day with the weather and public holiday. But at least I'm getting enough shifts! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more I want to type but this keyboard is killing me. You have to press so hard, I give up. More updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113815511170485407?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113815511170485407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113815511170485407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113815511170485407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113815511170485407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-thing-i-got-up-this-morning.html' title='Good thing I got up this morning!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113732346326838344</id><published>2006-01-15T21:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:11:06.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like these</title><content type='html'>It's been an exhausting week of packing, moving, cleaning and unpacking. I've morph into this antsy, easily annoyed, moody person. If you think the normal me is bad, this is worse. PMS mode switched on 24 hours, no thanks to the lack of sleep and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still adjusting to the new place. I like it. It reminds me of home, cause the floor downstairs is parquet and solid. It's not like the typical Aussie timber wood floorings. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the good news. The bad news is, things are going to get worse in the next couple of weeks. More work shifts, more cleaning and unpacking. More stress and more exhaustion! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's just PMS or something else, but I've been hit by terrible bouts of loneliness lately, even though I have people around me most of the time. Suddenly I find myself in this limbo of not being able to do anything, I can't get a proper job cause of visa and PR issues, but at the same time, I can't just slack and play all day cause I got to earn my keep (as Min says) and with a new hosue, comes new unforeseen expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it's just my stress and exhaustion talking. Else, it may be a long few months for me. I need to get out of this state of mind and focus on things that matters and the real reason of my staying here. Maybe it's CNY season approaching and I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms for the lack of it. *Sigh* There's really nothing to look forward to this few months except for the return of my dear friends, so they can keep from thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling blue, I hate feeling depressed. It's so un-sexy. I'm crossing my fingers that tomorrow morning I'd wake up with renew vigor to face the new year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113732346326838344?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113732346326838344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113732346326838344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113732346326838344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113732346326838344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/01/times-like-these.html' title='Times like these'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113652460559433753</id><published>2006-01-06T16:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:54:41.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Boo Boo!</title><content type='html'>Aww, shucks. It's not shit hitting the fan yet but I was like so close to having a dream casual job. I went for an interview yesterday afternoon, and I guess it went o-kay. After I came out, I realised I could have answer those EQ questions better but then again it's not easy being put on the spot like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty casual, I'm glad I wore my more casual black pants though. Perspired like a pig when I came out of the house, it was too hot. Sigh. I was pretty bummed to get my ass to work after I got the bad news. Well, it kinda too good to be true in a just not meant to be kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with interviews, I realised that you need to sound confident without seeming cocky, you need to be sure of yourself without coming across as being full of yourself. It's not easy at all. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after falling flat on my face from that, I've decided to get another job since the current one I'm having just isn't giving me enough hours. Ironically, I got myself interviewed and set a training date for my second job during the break of my first. I guess it really isn't easy to make ends meet. I'm going to throw my ass into work work work after moving into my new place, as well as keeping up the resume sending and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed that things will work out fine and dandy with the PR application and I get a permanent/proper full time job ASAP! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113652460559433753?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113652460559433753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113652460559433753' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113652460559433753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113652460559433753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/01/major-boo-boo.html' title='Major Boo Boo!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-113638829863486057</id><published>2006-01-05T00:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T02:24:58.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All things "New"</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've finally gotten my hair done. It was long, unruly and was overdue for a makeover. So today, under a friend's recommendation, we went to this gay Vietnamese hair stylist. And he was pretty good too. I cut, coloured and highlighted my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post some pictures but the camera's out of battery and the charger is neatly packed in one of the many boxes that I'm just too lazy to go through after many hours spent on packing and stacking them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I moved in and settled down a bit, I'll put up all the long overdue pictures. :D For now, do enjoy the pictures of my soon-to-be home. &lt;a href="http://einiur.myphotoalbum.com/view_album.php?set_albumName=album25"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113638829863486057?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113638829863486057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113638829863486057' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113638829863486057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113638829863486057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-things-new.html' title='All things &quot;New&quot;'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-113609030670578352</id><published>2006-01-01T15:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:42:01.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; color:dddddd; font-size:11pt;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new year, so I guess it does deserve a short post. I think 2005 was one of the fastest passing years ever (though I think I say that every year). Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was quite a year. Full of ups and downs, and what shapes and mould me for what I'm about to exprience. I'm glad that the bad things have come to an end, but also sad that the good things might change in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't spend all my time worrying about uncertainties. For now, I'm going to embrace 2006 with a big bear hug and keep my fingers crossed for the best of things that's yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oops, forgot to note that from this year on, I'm not going to make any more resolutions, they never work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113609030670578352?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113609030670578352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113609030670578352' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113609030670578352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113609030670578352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='Happy 2006!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-113565456161824797</id><published>2005-12-27T14:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T05:03:29.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocked out!</title><content type='html'>Boxing day sale, you know the major stocktake VIP sale of Chadstone every mid year? It's like that, except worse, especially if you are working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at the ungodly hour of 8 am and was at Chadstone by 9 am, just so we could beat the rush, or so we thought. I guess great minds think alike cause the damned centre was already packed, and the car parks was already 90% filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the certain shops we crossed off the list. Got a top, a sweater and an uber expensive jacket. For both I queued for almost an hour to pay. Before 10 am in the morning, the queue at AX was already hitting the shop entrance. I went into Guess only to be pushed back out by the scary amount of people there. It was funny cause there were really three lines at Guess, one to pay, one to try and one more unofficial line of boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends in the shop. At least they were considerate enough to not go inside and take up the rest of the moving room available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work started at noon, so I didn't manage to see too many things. And work was hell I tell you. I went in, and moved/worked non-stop til my break at 4pm. Thankfully after I got back the crowd dwindled down to a mere dozen at each time, so there's at least room to breathe. I felt quite lethargic after my break though, maybe cause I ate a little too much and too quick. Nothing a 'V' or two can't fix. Did I mention I spent most of my break queuing up to pay for the jacket? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent in 10 minutes (that's how long I took to decide to get all the stuff I bought) what I took a whole day of work to earn. I need to learn how to control my spending habits which I must admit is getting out of hand lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made plans to see the prospective houses the next morning but all the real estate agents are closed. Just as well since I couldn't get up cause after work, we didn't go back to rest, but went over to Kelvin's place for a movie, a war movie. Yes, me who sworn off war movies after Saving Private Ryan actually sat through the whole movie, wide awake. It was a pretty good movie, a lot less graphic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked again today, and I'm going to keep this exhausting lifestyle up until either I get a proper job, or get a car, which ever comes first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113565456161824797?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113565456161824797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113565456161824797' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113565456161824797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113565456161824797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/12/knocked-out.html' title='Knocked out!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-113537153715484528</id><published>2005-12-24T07:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T07:59:30.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep oh sleep, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>I'm an imsomniac I tell you. I've been trying to get my ass to lalaland since I got back from work at 5am, but still I'm wide awake with my not-so-bright eyes. The chef told me that he thought I was going to keel over and fall into a deep slumber in the midst of cling wrapping the cold bar. Oddly enough, I didn't keel over and I didn't fall into a deep slumber once I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't sleep, it's the best time to check things off my long ass to-do list. And it's been a pretty productive 2 hours plus. I've actually sent out all the emails that needs to be sent out, all the thank you notes, etc etc. Settle some accounts, and work out my financial status. I need to morph into a loan shark soon, claiming back all the money people owe me so I can get by the next month. This is a sign for me to hurl my ass to work non-stop, til I can manage to support myself without too much help from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I manage to clean my inbox. Clutter begone! I've my X'mas crackers yet to be wrapped. I'm still confused as to if there will be a Christmas party or not tonight. And if there isn't, I wonder what am I going to do with nines pieces of Basa fish fillets that's sitting in the fridge right now. I try not to do things last minute and look where it got me! Those fillets weren't cheap you know. So much for trying not to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I can't sleep, I tend to go over my old blog entries. Those that are archived in my PC, as well as the more current ones over here. And I hate to read those '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shit hits the fan&lt;/span&gt;' depressing entries, so I tend to...urm, delete them. Then it occured to me that if I'm imsomniac again 3 years down the road, I probably won't remember that I was upset about certain things at this time. So I should really keep these entries right? But really, they're terribly painful to read. It's boring, repetitive and whiney. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all this lack of sleep if finally getting to me that I'm rambling rubbish. Now I wish I brought my mouse along so at least I can try to let the creative juices flow and whip up a layout or two or three. Haven't been able to come up with anything decent for ages now. There must have been a drought in the creativity department. Too much monkey coding for me, I'm loosing my artistic side. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get some sleep now so that I'd be able to get up later on, hopefully before dinnertime cause I still got some fish and potatoes to deal with. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113537153715484528?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113537153715484528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113537153715484528' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113537153715484528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113537153715484528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleep-oh-sleep-where-art-thou.html' title='Sleep oh sleep, where art thou?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16885241.post-113532023327218536</id><published>2005-12-23T17:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:08:07.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The rainbow after the storm</title><content type='html'>So many things happened this past week. Gosh, I'm so relieved that everything is just over. All the action, excitement and bickering is getting a little overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my parents a lot. Life with them is so, urm, nostalgic? I miss not having to do laundry, or so many other mundane household chores. Then the food, I even got smaller. Yes, I lost like 2 kgs (at least) while they were here. Amazing ain't it, for 10 short days of gorging and stuffing my face with urm, healthier food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm older now, supposedly wiser as well. My birthday was quite a low key affair, just as well. Too many things happening lately, I don't know if I could manage one that's "out there". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with my parents during the day, dinner with my babe at an overpriced Thai place (rave reviews from everyone but me), then a small surprise back home after. Thanks to everyone who made it memorable, and thanks to everyone who called and the messages. Especially those who called even though it's like sooooo expensive to call overseas from where you were. You guys really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked off quite a bit from my to-do list. Pity an expensive bummer had to spoil it yesterday. Other than that, I'm all set for the holiday season. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113532023327218536?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113532023327218536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113532023327218536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113532023327218536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113532023327218536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/12/rainbow-after-storm.html' title='The rainbow after the storm'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113458089013053260</id><published>2005-12-15T04:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T04:21:30.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update!</title><content type='html'>They're here, they're here! It's been a-ok. Everything's peachy, nobody's moody, it's all gewd! And, I'm a graduate now! Officially! The convocation was on Tuesday. Pictures to come. Right now, I'm busy entertaining my parents, squeezing in some sleep here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry picking is on tomorrow's iteniary. Hopefully, cherry and raspberry picking is available as well. Then maybe Arthur Seat and some Winery tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to lalaland I go now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113458089013053260?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113458089013053260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113458089013053260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113458089013053260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113458089013053260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/12/short-update.html' title='Short update!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113336305220860131</id><published>2005-12-01T01:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:52:31.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Points to ponder</title><content type='html'>The exuberance lasted a little shorter than I thought it would. I've gone for overjoyed to a little overwhelmed. Then later an unsettling feeling of sadness dawned upon me. Maybe it's just that my life is a lot slower than I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some sort of celebratory dinner, movie, beer, then I fell asleep on the couch. As you can see, it's kind of a low key. In some ways, I'm okay with it, but sometimes I wish it's just a tad more exciting. I'm just turning 21, it's the time where you go out and experience it all. Then it hit me what a friend of mine saying it's because someone don't click with someone, thus the formation of cliques and very obvious awkwardness among the peeps here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that, not everyone can get along, but ain't these things a little to secondary schoolish. Maybe in that sense it's best to avoid it. But then again, no man's an island, and you can't avoid hipocritical people forever nor can you avoid 'shit-stirrers' who's hidden agenda is so fucking obvious but everyone is still blind (or not, I don't know). Perhaps I've lost faith in people, perhaps I'm jaded, cynical in some sort of way. Maybe I've burnt out. So much drama in my secondary school life, I don't need history repeating itself here, though it somewhat did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these days that I miss my MUFY and first year. Those were fun peeps, honest, down-to-earth. I'm not saying everyone is a mean big bad wolf, just that, wherever you go, there's people like 'that' around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get really confused on where to draw the line between accepting people for who they are, blocking out the bad and be totally ignorant no matter what happens or live up to my no-nonsense friend principle. It's really difficult for me to be the first because of my anal retentive nature to certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent way too much time thinking, but not a single minute doing anything. Since this chapter of my life is coming to a close, maybe it's time for better things to come. The new chapter kind of hit a bump, and apparently, there will be delay to things. But better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &gt;&gt; Min, take note. Pinch me if I go into self pity over drive ok. I miss your reality checks and wake up call. I miss the gang so much man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113336305220860131?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113336305220860131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113336305220860131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113336305220860131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113336305220860131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/12/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to ponder'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113333713191638806</id><published>2005-11-30T18:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:26:07.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm now a graduate!</title><content type='html'>Results are out. I managed to pass 'the' subject. My grades are fair, nothing to shout about, especially not the P, but I'm graduating on time nonetheless, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Java went well. So did history and my group project. My individual project was a slight dissapointment. You can't win it all I guess. But all in all, I made it. I'm happy, I'm glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/einiur/sets/1465465/"&gt;mock graduation&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't want to put it up earlier cause I didn't want to give myself false hope. I'd never be able to live it down with all pictures plastered on the blog. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can put it up. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113333713191638806?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113333713191638806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113333713191638806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113333713191638806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113333713191638806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-now-graduate.html' title='I&apos;m now a graduate!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113276484342231385</id><published>2005-11-24T03:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:54:03.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbotic post warning!</title><content type='html'>Ok, Oon Ee if you're reading this post, you can stop laughing right about now. Something quite extraordinary happened to me sometime in the beginning of the year, and it magnifested into something that seemed almost impossible to you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a girl! Rest assured, that girl who once looks like a girl but acts and dress like a boy, is now a really urm, girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full on retail therapy mode for the last three days. I finally, and I mean &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got my shoes. My long awaited girly shoes. It wasn't in the colour I wanted, but it's the design I liked. It looked way better in maroon and purple than black and cream but it was comfortable, it fits well and it was cheap. Not cheap by RM standards, but it's not too bad for AUD standards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really weird promotion, 2 pair for 60aud. But by itself, they're at the original price. And the really weird thing is, each pair by itself was 59.90aud and up. I got one pair 59.90aud and the other 69.90aud, both pairs for 60aud? I'm not complaining though. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine West Outlet had the pair of uber high heels I've been eyeing for quite some time now. And basically it's out of stock every where else plus it's discounted a whole lot, but there was this other pair, that simply caught my eye. It was pink and black, sort of like a dark/goth Burberry signature fabric which gave out a mix impression. It's part sassy and stylish, but also slightly kinky whorish feel. I couldn't make up my mind between classic stylish or sexy stylish. It's hard to carry off the second pair without looking sluttish. It's a risk I wouldn't take since it's an 80aud pair of shoes with heels so high I can't shop in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up not getting either. But I keep thinking of the other pair now. I need to go back to that specific outlet and it's kind 'mahfan' cause it's bloody far and bloody inacessible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got Min's bag and surprise. Not telling cause she may be reading this, though doubtful due to her busy schedule. I hope she loves it too. I hope Oon Ee wouldn't be as cruel as the last time and let her use her babe before her b'day approaches. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want now, but I can't decide on what exactly it is. Might as well since I'm so flat broke after all the frivilous shopping. Work starts Friday, and I hope I get lots of shifts next week so I can make up for the money I spent. Then maybe make a bit more for some more frivilous shopping :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113276484342231385?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113276484342231385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113276484342231385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113276484342231385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113276484342231385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/bimbotic-post-warning.html' title='Bimbotic post warning!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113248107956970673</id><published>2005-11-20T21:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:04:39.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadgets! is my middle name</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm getting greedy, but who can resist the delicious temptations of more accessories? I'm a lazy ass, and &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore?productLearnMore=MA128G/A&amp;cid=CDM2309F-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is made for lazy asses like me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my birthday is next month. And I've already got the dock as an early b'day pressie from one of my babes. Muacks to her! Hehe. I'm a slave to gadgets, and not a moment too soon, a slave to my future car. Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113248107956970673?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113248107956970673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113248107956970673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113248107956970673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113248107956970673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/gadgets-is-my-middle-name.html' title='Gadgets! is my middle name'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113239057782178371</id><published>2005-11-19T19:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:56:17.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>May I have this dance?</title><content type='html'>I saw Centre Stage again last night. It was on, and I was packing my room and boy did it bring back a lot of memories. I feel like dancing again. I miss it so much. If there was one thing that's in my top ten list of interests, it's dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the show gave me inspiration to dance again. I feel like signing up for a Modern Jazz Ballet class. I don't mind starting from the beginning since I never had any dance training before, but I feel it might be a bit late now that I'm older and less flexible. I bet I can't even do a split no more. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an idea that I'm still considering. Not a bad way to explore my interest and broaden my horizons, or some shit like that. Plus the workout would do me good. Now I just need to find an accessable dancing school with lots of eye candies to make my experience a little bit more fulfilling. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise then that they had a pretty good soundtrack, which I'm having trouble looking for right now. I hope I find it, along with Kylie, No Doubt and a few others. I'm on a mad downloading spree, my Nano got it's case. Now it's ready for the roads :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113239057782178371?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113239057782178371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113239057782178371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113239057782178371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113239057782178371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/may-i-have-this-dance.html' title='May I have this dance?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113124768953989755</id><published>2005-11-06T14:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:43:34.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasteless Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.menj.org/index.php/2005/10/22/100-christian-proofs-of-islamic-falsehood/"&gt;Such a shame&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not funny and it's mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113124768953989755?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113124768953989755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113124768953989755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113124768953989755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113124768953989755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/tasteless-jokes.html' title='Tasteless Jokes'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113104376987638847</id><published>2005-11-04T05:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:07:28.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You're All Idiots?</title><content type='html'>I'm easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whores.blogsome.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hottestblogger.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is funny, but at the same time, I feel a bit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;errr?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not a prude, but the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whole fucking site sibeh ah beng&lt;/span&gt;. The author/authors have a point, but personally, I feel it come across as more stick-stuck-up-your-ass-pmsy and angry, very angry. But then who cares lah, it's entertaining and funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, urm, go see what the first one have to say about it. But can I say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;h-o-t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113104376987638847?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113104376987638847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113104376987638847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113104376987638847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113104376987638847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-all-idiots.html' title='You&apos;re All Idiots?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113104131557851255</id><published>2005-11-04T04:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T05:27:25.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting my time away</title><content type='html'>It just descended on me how freaking bored I'm going to be after my last paper on Monday. As of today, Friday 3rd of November, I'm pretty much done with studying for my paper, and attempted the sample paper. Right now, I'm just waiting for my paper. I'd give anything to swap my first and last paper for a better grade and a peace of mind during the 1 month wait for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being over confident for the last paper, I'm slightly worried that I might bomb it because of that. Maybe I should look for more past exam papers and attempt them to ensure that I score well. I don't mind another letter like the one I got for CSE2201. It's pretty ego boosting. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of things to do to keep myself entertained. Slept so much that I couldn't sleep anymore, hence the blog entry at this ungodly hour in the morning. Maybe I should start going through closet and pack up my winter clothes seeing how hot it is lately. Or maybe I should start reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prozac Nation&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't touched it since I got it from months ago. I'm not really a book person, I'm only reading to make sure my English don't deteriorate too much. I take forever finishing a book unless it's damn good like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt;. I heard &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt; is good too. Or maybe I should start on the DVDs that I brought over. I still haven't seen a bunch of them. I'm more of a movie person anyway, no matter how terrible the adaptations turned out on the big screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think I will go look for more past exam papers. At least I'd be doing something productive rather than wasting my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;Ahh! I forgot to sign up for &lt;a href="http://nanowrimo.org/" target="new"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;. Else I really would have something interesting to keep me occupied should I be so unlucky to stay in my unemployed state. Crap!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113104131557851255?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113104131557851255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113104131557851255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113104131557851255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113104131557851255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/11/wasting-my-time-away.html' title='Wasting my time away'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113031215412874357</id><published>2005-10-26T17:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:41:46.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The first hurdle</title><content type='html'>I'd my first paper today. The mother of all my papers this finals. This paper determines if I graduate, or urm, I'm not going to say it. I haven't been the most diligent student for this subject, in fact, I might have neglected it a little throughout the semester. But I did make an effort to work hard on it's assignments and presentations. And I did make an effort to study for it, but alas, the curse of finals got me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if normal flu don't throw me off focus enough, I've had the mother of all gastric for the past 4 days. The mother of all gastric obviously comes packaged with high fever, dizzy spells, major case of diarrhoea and bloat-iness. Sounds icky right? Try 'internalising' bits/bytes for synchronous/asynchronous transfers while make trips in and out of the toilet. I'm going to stop here, don't want to gross anyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the doctors after that for my appointment. Yue Lin was nice enough to give Winson and me a ride back to Clayton, so I made it in time for my appointment :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this doctor I've never seen before. He suspected appendicitis but thankfully it's no such thing. Just the gastric at it's worst. He warned my about taking care of my diet of bearing the consequences of having stomach ulcer in future. Eeps, it's some scary shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm better now, and the paper's done with. I've made a lot of silly mistakes. I hope the special consideration would make up for it. I don't expect to score. I just want to graduate. Unfortunately, I need nothing short of a miracle. And I'm praying real hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Haven't had proper rest yet, but seems like I have to stuff it tonight and rake through the History bush to prepare for tomorrow's mini meeting. Exchange of information of some sort. I hope I am able to prepare some decent notes at least for them. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now. Have a short to-do list to clear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113031215412874357?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113031215412874357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113031215412874357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113031215412874357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113031215412874357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-hurdle.html' title='The first hurdle'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113013792057816827</id><published>2005-10-25T11:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T03:26:21.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My song of the moment</title><content type='html'>The strands in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds from mountains&lt;br /&gt;Thrust towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're my survival&lt;br /&gt;You're my living proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped out&lt;br /&gt;Burned up&lt;br /&gt;Fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in&lt;br /&gt;Turned on&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the things you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*chorus) x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - I'll Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been in the alternative rock kick for a while now. I'm loving them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113013792057816827?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113013792057816827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113013792057816827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113013792057816827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113013792057816827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-song-of-moment.html' title='My song of the moment'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113013751575290818</id><published>2005-10-24T17:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:35:15.756+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sob, ouch, sob, ouch, pain!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I just neeed to complain. I've been having this terrible stomach cramp for 2 days now. Yesterday I was having minor diaorhea, and random spasms around my tummy. I've tried Chinese medication, English medication, the sitting it out method, evrything I tell you. It hurts like hell and it's still hurting like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate in my networking, and my paper is this Wednesday. I haven't even finish a stupid topic yet. That's how dead I am. I hate it that I fall sick during the exam periods, every time. It's not a joke I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me; exam period = sick period. Sucks balls I tell you. Hrm, this position is quite comfy, my tummy don't hurt so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to see the doctor tomorrow or something. Maybe I can get special consideration or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113013751575290818?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113013751575290818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113013751575290818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113013751575290818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113013751575290818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/sob-ouch-sob-ouch-pain.html' title='Sob, ouch, sob, ouch, pain!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-113005904543622782</id><published>2005-10-23T19:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:47:25.443+10:30</updated><title type='text'>And so this is how it ends?</title><content type='html'>My university life is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; officially over. I'm going to be a graduate in like 1.5 months. Isn't it exciting? I've been dreaming of the graduate cap toss ever since I saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With Honors&lt;/span&gt; when I was 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of school was albeit the interesting one. Stay overnight in the labs, morning class, morning rush, plenty of coffee, it's absolutely how a university's student life should be. I almost regret skipping so many classes. I guess it's not until it's over that you start appreciating even the smallest moments. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I do well in my papers. I'm especially worried about my data comm paper. I've never been the Networking-wiz, but I will give it my best shot. Going to work my ass off for another 2 more weeks, then I'd be done with this chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm going to enjoy this exam rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-113005904543622782?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/113005904543622782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=113005904543622782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113005904543622782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/113005904543622782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-so-this-is-how-it-ends.html' title='And so this is how it ends?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112969201493514470</id><published>2005-10-19T13:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:50:14.940+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Mayday, mayday!</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with my MSN Messenger 7.5. I'm a MSN addict, and I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will die&lt;/span&gt; when deprived of it. I just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; it turned on, staying resident on my system like a parasite  on my precious resources. How? It's freezing everytime I succesfully sign in. Then it hangs my entire system for like 5 minutes before it resumes it's stable state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm faced with some sort of crisis. I've even resorted to Windows Messenger. That's how pathetic I am. Help me, somebody! I know some of you out there knows how to fix this. I don't have the time to go through the troubleshooting forums now. So if someone knows a quick fix, please oh please tell me, and I shall be eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I haven't slept yet. It feels like I'm going on some staying-up marathon these few days. My skin is protesting again. Sigh. Anyway, the good news is, I got my Java done, and I've reformatted my lappie. So it's spiffy clean now, and it's ready for my lover. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I need sleep. I just wanted to put up a SOS post to see if there's any kind soul around. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112969201493514470?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112969201493514470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112969201493514470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112969201493514470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112969201493514470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/mayday-mayday.html' title='Mayday, mayday!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112959495047606909</id><published>2005-10-18T10:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:52:30.480+10:30</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://corrupted-malaysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/drug-bust-jails-22-innocents.html"&gt;I'm appalled&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these sort of "incidents" that makes me think twice about going clubbing back home. It's these sort of "incidents" that's driving me to stay here. I'm not saying home is not good. Home is the best, but then she has her flaws. Sadly, none that can be "rectified" in my lifetime. Or so I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For updates on their situation, read the more recent entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112959495047606909?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112959495047606909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112959495047606909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112959495047606909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112959495047606909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112921870924473710</id><published>2005-10-14T02:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-14T02:38:08.040+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Good things comes in small packages</title><content type='html'>As promised, I'm going to show off my new lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6245/683/320/box01.jpg" border="1" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6245/683/320/box02.jpg" border="1" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6245/683/320/nano01.jpg" border="1" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6245/683/320/nano02.jpg" width="152" height="152" border="1" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy orgasmic black. Yum! It's fully charged but I haven't put any songs or photos in it though. Maybe later. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112921870924473710?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112921870924473710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112921870924473710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112921870924473710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112921870924473710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-things-comes-in-small-packages.html' title='Good things comes in small packages'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112898124441041805</id><published>2005-10-13T10:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:32:36.310+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Morning person afterall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Whine]&lt;/span&gt;I haven't been sleeping at the proper time like normal humans would for god knows how long now. In fact, I haven't been able to 'sleep'. So far it's 2-3 hours nap every other day, if not every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to sleep! I need to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forehead is a pimple farm right now. My eyes have permanent panda rings. My mood is fluctuating due to the lack of sleep. Argh! And I actually WANT to study for my Data Comm but unfortunately I still have a stack of projects, report and assignment to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new baby, I want to launch it, but I have no time to set it up. I also want to watch movies, so many good movies out now. I want to watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cinderella Man&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Fish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wallace &amp; Gromit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serenity&lt;/span&gt; and many many more. What more I have free tickets. But I don't have the time, not even for one stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I shouldn't complain right? I think he's having a tougher time than all the rest of us put together because he's like the mastermind programmer of the group.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can just steal a master programmer's brains for a day, use it to fix all the bugs and finish up the rest of the project. Then finish up my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;run test&lt;/span&gt; function for my individual project. Then I'd return it, to the rightful owner and start studying for my exams. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I'm more awake in the early morning hours than the late nights. I'm up and bouncing at 3am to 8am than the midnight and after period. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done whining, I still want to sleep though. I want time to stop for 24 hours. I want, I want, I want.....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[/Whine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded James Blunt's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back to Bedlam&lt;/span&gt; album, and I have to say, I'm in love. His voice simply takes my breath away. *swoons* He's like Coldplay but more edge. I'm also totally addicted to Howie Day's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Collide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112898124441041805?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112898124441041805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112898124441041805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112898124441041805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112898124441041805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/morning-person-afterall.html' title='Morning person afterall?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112906908452966313</id><published>2005-10-12T08:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:48:04.533+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>I'm surrounded by this surreal euphoric aura right now. I haven't slept the whole night or the day before, except a power nap or two here and there, but funny, I don't feel tired. It's must be the power of huggles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pleasantly surprised this morning. I got something I adored and wanted but knew it wasn't practical or logical for me to get for myself. I won't say what it is yet, but I will take pictures and show it off soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by so quickly, and it's now a year already. There was the ups and then the downs but I think we did ok. Right now, I just want to stay in my happy bubble of ignorant bliss, except I'm not really ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112906908452966313?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112906908452966313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112906908452966313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112906908452966313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112906908452966313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112871893404246159</id><published>2005-10-08T07:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:57:17.336+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm a list-type-of-girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 things I'd rather be doing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sleep&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Have Maccer's brekkie. Yum yum hashbrowns&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the rest of '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gentle Crackdown&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sleep&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sleep&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 things I'd should be doing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt; (what else to do at this ungodly hour)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Finish up my essay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read up on Genetic Algorithms for my report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Implement the damned graph generator&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix Java Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some sort of writer's block. Can't seem to start on my essay proper. I have fragments here and there but the flow isn't coherent yet. My brain juice are all milked out. But, I'm not quite sleepy yet. Probably because I woke up pretty late last evening. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Added Oct 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 things I need to get done by the end of this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAS System&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;History Essay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Genetic Algorithms Graph Colouring Progmajig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reports reports reports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least half of Stage 3 for Java Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another week's stay in the labs again, whee. I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112871893404246159?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112871893404246159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112871893404246159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112871893404246159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112871893404246159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-list-type-of-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a list-type-of-girl'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112854441401765265</id><published>2005-10-06T06:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-09T08:18:04.770+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Enough already!</title><content type='html'>When I've got the blues, I like to plug in my earphones and crank up the volume of my Mini. That way, I hope the music can drown out the voices in my head. It's gives me a sense of peace. But the voices are exceptionally annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I've decided I'm too tired to think about it, I don't have time to put my mind to the matters of heart right now. Well, technically, not the matters of the heart, but 'something' sort of close to that. Yes, it's about the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;broom&lt;/span&gt;. It's also about importance, it's also about ranks, it's also about ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite silly actually, but then again not. I'm a strong believer that it's the little things that counts. And this is a 'little' thing. Just because I'd decided to stick to my principals rather than doing something everyone expected me to at the beginning, it doesn't mean that I've given up my right to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest the girl I've become, because now I'm everything I said I would never be when I'm in this situation. But somehow, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; existance brought out the ugliest side of me. Now I'm questioning myself, was I just a weak, insecure girl who's principals crumble at the first sight of a challenge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why should this be a challenge even. What's in it for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; anyway? Maybe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is habouring some illicit feelings for ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else? Ask anyone. It would be one of the top 5 reasons that comes into mind, even if it wasn't really possible. I've had enough grief. The past 8 months could have been so much better, but then I must have pissed off someone in my past life that they have to send a broomstick to beat me into angsty-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mind games. I quit, yes, I'm finally walking away. I don't have time for bullshit like this. My finals are in 20 days, and I've huge ass amount of work to do. Now if there's just a way to silence those voices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112854441401765265?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112854441401765265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112854441401765265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112854441401765265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112854441401765265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/enough-already.html' title='Enough already!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112842250430387070</id><published>2005-10-04T21:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-08T08:32:17.026+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Chi Ba Boom!</title><content type='html'>There's been another bombing. Again? Yep, in Bali (again) too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very political person, therefore, I don't have much of a stand with what's going on around the globe now. However, I do believe that without war, there'll be no such thing as peace, nor would anyone appreciate peace. And I think, that's exactly what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people are getting bored with the rat race and life's mundane routine, that they want some excitement. An interesting dinner table story perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh look hey, I signed up for JI. I'm going to bomb whatever's left of Indonesia tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I'm gonna invade Iraq tomorrow, wish me luck. Don't worry, I bought insurance, so if I die, you won't have to sell the house."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us never live the war period or the dark ages, so we don't know what was it like. We don't know about the suffering, the pain of lost, the death of innocents. Maybe people are just sick of peace, like how they were sick of war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really want to regress back into that era? I don't. I'll pass hiding underground and living in fear for late nights, sunrises and white hair from assignments anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really saddens me to see how everyone is resorting to violence to solve all their problems. It's those, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you don't friend me, I don't friend you&lt;/span&gt; type of mentality. Whatever. I feel blessed that my family is safe and well, and I'm safe and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to all the unnecessary deaths but somehow I don't know how to care anymore. I guess I'm quite numbed to it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112842250430387070?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112842250430387070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112842250430387070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112842250430387070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112842250430387070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/10/chi-ba-boom.html' title='Chi Ba Boom!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112720275182346719</id><published>2005-09-20T17:19:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:22:31.823+10:30</updated><title type='text'>"Touch Door Nail"</title><content type='html'>Literally translated, that means, I'm stuck outside my house, without a key. Yep, I'm blogging from outside my house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from his place. Was working on our group project. It's going to be a long week. I even missed this year's Royal Melbourne Show for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Emily is on her way home, so it's not so bad. And it isn't too cold, so it's alright. I'm sitting on the porch right now, I'm so glad we have this porch, else I won't have a place to sit on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving the wireless, else I'd be bored to death. At least I have something to entertain myself with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112720275182346719?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112720275182346719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112720275182346719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112720275182346719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112720275182346719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/09/touch-door-nail.html' title='&quot;Touch Door Nail&quot;'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112713307814878555</id><published>2005-09-19T23:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:16:55.510+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Last Ball</title><content type='html'>I'm a little slow, but I had a blast at the ball. It is the last ball I will ever attend as a university student, plus my baby had a part in planning it. So for the night, I threw the furniture out for the Spring Junk Collectors, and all my worries I left at home. Was quite the cam whore that night, thus the pictures. I think I took pictures with almost everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Min, I'm sure you're going to love these. Hehe. At least some update right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/44950471_3a246ece26.jpg" alt="The Love" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? Taken by the professional photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/44950470_f8b93ed5bf.jpg" alt="The Ball" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures, unsightly bulges here and there. Working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/44950472_9b4cf465d8.jpg" alt="The After Party" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced til my legs couldn't take it anymore, I was quite high, thus the weird faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112713307814878555?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112713307814878555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112713307814878555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112713307814878555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112713307814878555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-ball.html' title='The Last Ball'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16885241.post-112713249368877446</id><published>2005-09-19T22:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:57:03.650+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Nomadic At Heart</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've moved, yet again. I can almost hear Oon Ee saying, "Again? Make up your mind lah!". This time it's really not my fault. &lt;a href="http://blogsome.com/"&gt;Blogsome&lt;/a&gt; seems to go down an awful lot. It's so unrealiable. Then since &lt;a href="http://d-finingmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Min&lt;/a&gt; moved here, I thought, why not? Jumping back into the &lt;a href="http://blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/a&gt; bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon moving here, I've made an interesting discovery. I found someone with the exact same Chinese name as me. Alphabet for alphabet! Now I've always thought that my Chinese name was one of it's kind, but I guess not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be staying longer than 2 months in this place. I started my blogging career here, I might as well retire here as well. My nomadic nature has cause me to lose a lot of readers over the years, not that I really care, but it's nice to know somebody is actually reading all my rubbish. Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16885241-112713249368877446?l=einiur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/feeds/112713249368877446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16885241&amp;postID=112713249368877446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112713249368877446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16885241/posts/default/112713249368877446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einiur.blogspot.com/2005/09/nomadic-at-heart.html' title='Nomadic At Heart'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03706146626437806489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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>
