<?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-5284340</id><updated>2011-09-05T00:16:03.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>beneath the twinkling stars</title><subtitle type='html'>if only presh was reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>761</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113319125541410077</id><published>2005-11-29T02:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T02:32:48.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>moved to the new blog

&lt;a href="http://oracle.wordpress.com"&gt;the oracle&lt;/a&gt; over at wordpress.

update. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113319125541410077?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113319125541410077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113319125541410077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113319125541410077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113319125541410077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5284340.post-113309983259227872</id><published>2005-11-28T00:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:57:12.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/67454341/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/67454341_a1d3efe5b9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/67454341/"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t w o girls, f o u r hours of karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e i g h t cups of honey water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amount of time spent pee-ing?&lt;br /&gt;phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/67455218/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/67455218_14a0d117f6_m.jpg" width="240" height="240" alt="Karaoke" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i pulled a hip muscle from all the singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*limp away*&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113309983259227872?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113309983259227872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113309983259227872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113309983259227872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113309983259227872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-satisfied.html' title='Almost Satisfied'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113302469197986575</id><published>2005-11-27T03:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T04:09:09.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really</title><content type='html'>1. do not like madonna's new prancing-in-leotard image. it's fine if you're a cute little ballet dancer. it's thrashy when you're madonna. 

2. do not understand where my mum gets the stamina to play mahjong from 2pm till idontknowwhattime. it's 12.45am now and she ain't home.

3. cannot believe i visited the bukit batok swimming complex for the first time yesterday after living in bukit batok for the past seven years. 

4. liked the idea of being able to go to a pool tt is so nearby (because i normally go to one tt is too-far-away) so much, i went again today. the smell of chlorine and body lotion is bad though.

5. found alot of old pictures. there was one of me looking very very fat in sec 2 so i dug out my health booklet for interest sake. which was very interesting indeed because i found out i have been all of short sighted, long sighted and alright sighted in the past 20 years.

6. have been watching too much Discovery Travel &amp; Living. i want to travel the world. NOW!

7. got scared of marriage when i dreamt of it last night. i didn't think i'd get scared of the whole idea of marital bliss but i.proved.myself.wrong. because i still shudder when i recall my dream. (it was interesting to know that my dream took on a certain MTV style where the groom's face was always sneakily hidden)

8. freaked out when i found out my mum did not continue subscription to starworld and axn and called 1633 today to reactivate those channels. i threw in HBO while i was at that. :P:P:P ive been very spoilt with good drama on australian television. 

9. am trying to be very patient because i really do not understand why you must pick.on.every.little.thing that i do/dont do! sigh. [hello bun, autonomy blog entry identified]

10. want to eat everything in the fridge but i know i should just go to bed instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113302469197986575?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113302469197986575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113302469197986575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113302469197986575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113302469197986575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really.html' title='I Really'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113293654010121999</id><published>2005-11-26T03:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:58:02.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things don't change</title><content type='html'>so these were the pictures i dug out from the cabinet.

i've been karaoke-ing since young

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801794/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/66801794_d9a21b1535_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Karaoke since young" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

taking food pics with onlooking friends (friend role now taken by lou)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801646/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/66801646_89011268f9_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Food pictures since young" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


i've liked my bolster since young (later termed baboo by a babysu. i made alot of noise when nobody could meet my "i want my baboo" demands because no one knew what the hell a baboo was)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801618/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/66801618_ecf6a91948_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Bolster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

and my doll doll 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801675/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/66801675_0ac33f976e_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Doll Doll" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

uhh. my sister liked dolldolls when she was young too....just bigger ones.

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801704/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/66801704_25fe961ba4_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Jiejie's Dolldoll" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801837/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/66801837_72963af739_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Jiejie's Dolldoll 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

speaking of sisters, have i mentioned she was a p o s e r? i was flicking through the albums and couldn't understand how a little girl could come up with some many poses. 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801753/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/66801753_8ff1594f35_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="3yo Jiejie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801721/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/66801721_a4ec8efe00_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="My sister the poser" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




this is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113293654010121999?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113293654010121999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113293654010121999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113293654010121999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113293654010121999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-things-dont-change.html' title='Some things don&apos;t change'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113285632556313586</id><published>2005-11-25T05:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:22:22.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66471225/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/66471225_9d7ec97506_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66471225/"&gt;Sin!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because nobody strangled me to death last night (read post below), i managed to spend some time tonight with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/oldbloom/"&gt;sin&lt;/a&gt; and the other 2 lucky girls (erm girls doesn't seem appropriate suddenly ;)) heading off to bangkok tomorrow (RAHHH). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we managed to laugh about &lt;i&gt;food-dropping-on-clothes, weird-hand-actions, taste-of-water, walruses, bun's-goodol'-cactus-story, sin's-scary-&lt;s&gt;questions&lt;/s&gt;threats, aching-laughing-shoulders, hurhurhurs&lt;/i&gt; over xiaolongbaos, cake and alotofwater proves that we're either stressed, bored or just plain sugar high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're missing out on a few who are either having exams or feeling homesick in a land-far-away-from-here. (faster come home please) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there dearie because your next 3 papers will be soon over and the other one should not stress over what to wear on friday night. i'm sure they'll be just fine (they because you is we. hiakhiakhiak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need escape-from-singapore in 1 month. *tick tick tick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, i need to find another way to die because no one is willing to strangle me. i wish i could &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/35/66419838_864430c401_m.jpg"&gt;sink my fangs&lt;/a&gt; into my own neck.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;


(it doesn't help that technology is driving me up the wall while i try to fix the slideshow for jiejiewong's wedding. on the up side, mummy and i got to look through old photos and it was really fun. my jiejie is a poser and nothing much has changed on my side since young. let me scan some and you'll know what i mean. if i could just get that damned scanner to work............. urgh. i miss john)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113285632556313586?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113285632556313586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113285632556313586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113285632556313586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113285632556313586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113276619972187701</id><published>2005-11-24T03:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T04:16:39.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding is Nigh</title><content type='html'>although she could have done something more exciting after her last paper than keep up with a marching sueewong, &lt;a href="http://dubdew.com"&gt;w&lt;/a&gt; very kindly walked around bras basah with me to look for decorationstuff for &lt;a href="http://wongyenee.blogspot.com"&gt;the sister&lt;/a&gt;. 

potter was fine but i dont understand how come harry and ron are growing up to become so ugly.  

there's something positively wrong with the singapore air - i'm sleepy/&lt;i&gt;nua&lt;/i&gt; all the time. or maybe it's because by 1.30am my mum would remind me that it's really late....and that..i...should...go.......to.........bed......... 
 









but before that, i need someone to rest palms on my neck and then at the count of 3....


squeeze hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113276619972187701?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113276619972187701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113276619972187701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113276619972187701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113276619972187701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/wedding-is-nigh.html' title='The Wedding is Nigh'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113267770386662565</id><published>2005-11-23T03:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T03:49:30.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/65888490/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/65888490_cf6133ba4c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/65888490/"&gt;Say Hello&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to my ironing mum, the new laptop (yay!) and patrick the starfish (i've been told i look like him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for patrick and the treat. dinner was great, let's do &lt;a href="http://food.asia1.com.sg/gdfd/res_20050905_002.shtml"&gt;sun with moon&lt;/a&gt; again sometime. i need to try alot more things on the menu.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;


(yep, no oats tonight)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113267770386662565?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113267770386662565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113267770386662565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113267770386662565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113267770386662565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/say-hello.html' title='Say Hello'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113258578506401140</id><published>2005-11-22T01:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:09:45.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I never thought I would say</title><content type='html'>1. i actually &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; beetroot+apple juice. my mum has been into juicing and im not complaining when she makes me a cup because im a sucker, a lazy sucker for that matter, for juice. celery does wonders too.

2. im sitting in my living room and im actually feeling....cold. i went for a test today and i officially have low blood pressure. not like i didnt know it before but i just didnt trust the figures when i was handling the machine myself - if you know what i mean. i think i shld do something about it because i've been feeling cold in &lt;b&gt;singapore&lt;/b&gt;. sigh, thats just not humanly possible.(to think i mocked people who buy jackets in singapore)  
can you please make my heart race? :)

3. i had oats for dinner in singapore. ack. please don't smack me.




anyhoos i visited the tailor's today to change the design of my dress and i'm pretty excited to get it on tuesday. although i think i'm still very fat (and i think my mum and everyone else think so too), whothehellcares as long as my dress is pretty. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113258578506401140?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113258578506401140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113258578506401140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113258578506401140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113258578506401140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-i-never-thought-i-would-say.html' title='Things I never thought I would say'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113250270719478735</id><published>2005-11-21T02:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:05:07.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign and Familiar</title><content type='html'>i think i've been kept away from &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; technology when i'm in melbourne. 
like hello, dvd recorder? where did &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; come from. so we now have a dvd player in the living room that can record tv shows (!) and it has an option of storage within the player (!!) if you don't want to burn it into a dvd. the hard-disk within is 80gb. my my. 
im think im  going to become a couch potato - after all i've got my hands on my sister's dachangjin. 

but technology aside, i think i've been spoilt in melbourne with a big bedroom. i went to our new place today and my room's tiny. i like space. i am claustrophobic and i suspect i might hyperventilate in my own room. but it's for the same reason (space and not me hyperventilating) that my parents are moving. they need a place small enough, what with absent children and a dad who flies around so often. speaking of absent children, they've even considered just putting a sofa bed in my new room and opening it up whenever im back. maybe they'd have went ahead with it if i didn't remind them i get a backache too often to be sleeping on a sofa bed. i really dont know where they get such ideas from. *flail arms*

we bought a new laptop today and i'm waiting patiently for the battery to charge up. i guess if i can be so patient with this stupid desktop, i can wait. i really can. and i'm not exaggerating when i say that this computer is motherdodgy. lou would know - she's TRIED using it before. it takes tenthousand years (and probably abit more) for me to be able to reply a message on msn. it's almost a miracle that i can blog. oh and i really should have taken a picture of my mum's face when i showed her how john looked like. she almost wanted a 20inch mac herself. i miss john. 

i.need.to.sleep. because sleeping past noon is almost a sin in my mother's house, guess who STILL looks like a panda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113250270719478735?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113250270719478735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113250270719478735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113250270719478735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113250270719478735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/foreign-and-familiar.html' title='Foreign and Familiar'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113242134927088026</id><published>2005-11-20T04:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T04:29:09.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3400 miles away</title><content type='html'>i'm glad i made it.

after a bad time at the tullamarine airport because the stupid computer system screwed up and the ground staff were getting agitated with us/me for what seems to be THEIR fault. i was about this |-| close to losing my temper when they gave me the wrong seat and were still so rude about everything. 
but because people were watching and i didn't want to be labelled as THAT-hypocritical-christian-girl, i think i've exhausted all self-control (that could have lasted me a week) to stop myself from going beyond my first line of verbal abuse. sigh. i'm actually quite proud of myself for that because i've never been good with thinking-before-speaking when i'm angry (sooorrry :()
 

i'm beginning to think that murphy's stalking me all over again (then again, he probably never left me) i came back thinking i could pretend i'm not moving in melbourne and just shove the thought out of my head while i'm on holiday....just to find out i'm moving in singapore as well. what.a.pain. oh and if you needed to know, there has been a change of plan and we're moving to the westcoast home instead of the eastcoast one because that remains rented out. looks like you westies have no chance of getting rid of me just yet.  

have i mentioned that i think im allergic to singapore. im starting to feel the symptoms (again) within 4 hours of contact with singapore air. i've moved the air purifier from the living room to mine.  

i have a bad feeling my sleep-for-a-whole-day plan will not work out. my mum will probably wake me up tooearly. for brunch or something. 

sigh.
but it's still good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113242134927088026?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113242134927088026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113242134927088026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113242134927088026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113242134927088026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/3400-miles-away.html' title='3400 miles away'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113237043527291723</id><published>2005-11-19T14:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:20:35.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>can someone tell me how to fix my new blog. i have no idea what wordpress.org is trying to say - so much for simple 5-step installation. i don't even know how to describe what i &lt;i&gt;dont know&lt;/i&gt;. 
aiyar. all i want to do is add my flickr badge to the new blog. *whimper*
please let me know if you can help me - i'll be eternally grateful. 



ok byebye i should go to the airport soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113237043527291723?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113237043527291723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113237043527291723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113237043527291723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113237043527291723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113232407327128611</id><published>2005-11-19T01:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T01:27:53.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So kiss me and smile for me</title><content type='html'>the presentation went alright and anything that sounds like assessment, exams and results shall be deemed vulgar. for now. 

i'm &lt;i&gt;attempting&lt;/i&gt; to pack &lt;i&gt;for real&lt;/i&gt;. 

i don't think i deserve to sleep tonight. i've booked the washing machine for the next 10 hours (sorry lou!) because i have 10 million clothes to wash. sigh.

i'm panicking.

i have this gut feeling i'll have to spend xmas here thanks to my procrastination. 

less than 24 hours singapore, and see you in 3 weeks, dear melbourne. 


&lt;i&gt;tell me that you'll&lt;/i&gt; wait&lt;i&gt; for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113232407327128611?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113232407327128611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113232407327128611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113232407327128611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113232407327128611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-kiss-me-and-smile-for-me_19.html' title='So kiss me and smile for me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113231275324901013</id><published>2005-11-18T22:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:53:47.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why these girls are so important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64237650/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/64237650_02466254f7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64237650/"&gt;Girls in Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64243386/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/64243386_962b061016_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Greedier than thou" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they feed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64244618/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/64244618_953df2d075_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Pose at the count of 3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64245797/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/64245797_41c69a68d1_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Scary friends" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they do scare me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64249772/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/64249772_872bd7214b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Wield the chocolate bar!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they also find me new ways to train my triceps. the new fourpointfive kilograms dumb bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64247984/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/64247984_f2890f8af3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Closet Aunties" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because some of them are really just closet aunties like me (dig dig DIG into the pile i say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64248893/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/64248893_dea0b275ae_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="The bored ones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing there are some patient ones to watch our bags while we try on clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64252206/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/64252206_9fea199072_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="56 girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64252957/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/64252957_732ed8c82d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Froth me up :)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there's no reason at all...sometimes you just really need them.. because it's never fun to have a beer alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most definitely, these girls are so important because they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64246951/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/64246951_2581f361d8_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="My Girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girls.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113231275324901013?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113231275324901013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113231275324901013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113231275324901013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113231275324901013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-these-girls-are-so-important.html' title='Why these girls are so important'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113225085696723112</id><published>2005-11-18T05:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T05:07:36.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>ditch the 12hour-sleep plan and go for the plan that allows you to sleep-through-breakfastlunchdinner-for-2-days. the &lt;b&gt;palefatpanda&lt;/b&gt; look is &lt;i&gt;so not in&lt;/i&gt;.

now, the sun has to just hold.it.right.there (nooo! don't rise now!) and you have to get.out.of.my.dreams.
oh thank God my presentation's at three and not nine. 

*climb into bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113225085696723112?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113225085696723112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113225085696723112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113225085696723112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113225085696723112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113216674915062230</id><published>2005-11-17T05:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T05:47:48.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Push the Panic Button</title><content type='html'>something about being awake while the sky starts to brighten makes me panic. and because of summer, the sun is starting to rise extremely early and if not for daylight saving, we'd see a bright sky by 4.30 in the morning. (and for once, i see the absolute need for daylight saving which has been otherwise accused for stealing an hour of my precious time)

i've just finished the slides for real and have copied and pasted bits of my report as notes to each slide. i have a slight problem - i'm presenting it in front of my supervisor tmr but i havent practiced it at all and i neeeeed to because i run the risk of making a fooool out of myself in front of people who probably know-my-stuff-better-than-i-do. doesn't help that it is now *gaspcoughchoke* 5.35am and my brain has been completely destroyed by a lousy motion picture otherwise known as The Forgotten. i really do-not-like alien shows. oh, i can see the greater powers sucking me up into the milky way right now for the blasphemy. 

and because i &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; manage to see the migration lawyer today and settle a few things...
guess who has not packed, yet. 




push the big fat bright red panic button.

close your eyes. breathe.



then &lt;b&gt;scream&lt;/b&gt; in horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113216674915062230?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113216674915062230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113216674915062230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113216674915062230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113216674915062230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/push-panic-button.html' title='Push the Panic Button'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113211646222780726</id><published>2005-11-16T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:30:39.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Years</title><content type='html'>because sat's almost here and sat marks the youknowwhat (eep i dont even want to say it) of our lives together here

i shall just look back, SMILE (yes a big fat one), then &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;



&lt;b&gt;2002&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;i&gt;trinity year, in taylor's hostel&lt;/i&gt;
many pictures were still on film back then (hurhur) and
please don't comment on how we all looked.  

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63779040/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63779040_2847e8659c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="17th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63782353/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/63782353_c2be4ab087_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="jon's 17th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
17th bdays of su (i cant believe they gave me a bubbles) and jon. 



&lt;b&gt;2003&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;i&gt;1st year, marriott apartments&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63777409/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/63777409_01e949a997_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="1st week of 1st year" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63780524/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/63780524_839134a2d4_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Cell%20grp%20+%20Eddina" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the start of uni life (this pic is so old i actually have highlights in my hair. have you ever seen me with highlights?! haha before that i had virgin hair and the highlights only lasted one semester before i got sick of it and dyed it black), phos cell at orientation camp

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63779203/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/63779203_fbf89e6d19_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="with max" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63777199/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63777199_2a7ef532ea_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="caught in the act" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
alpha days (when onceuponatime louise stayed in a different house from su - yes you are looking at lou's rightful home here. i say &lt;i&gt;rightful&lt;/i&gt; because she never really lived in it much - the yellow couch you see in the picture below later became her bed in my house. hey she probably got the best bed. that was one lovely couch), pewtereyeliner days (along with bridge days, suburbanmalaysianfood days, lawlibrarydays and justplainplayful days)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63780635/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63780635_64311c3bee_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="cell '03" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63777025/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63777025_287eb97bda_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Girls in Black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
boba days, vivien's cs apartment days 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778621/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/63778621_eb00276bf2_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="18th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778541/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/63778541_f0d151894f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="18th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778869/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/63778869_5e396c7c99_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="18th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
su's 18th bday (yes that yellow couch you see right there. and if you're observant enough, you'd realise that the red cap lou's wearing looks suspiciously like chad's red cap. she &lt;s&gt;nicked&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;borrowed&lt;/i&gt; it :) oh and danny's cap had a earring on it - how bizarre) 



&lt;b&gt;2004&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;i&gt;2nd year. citygate.&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776337/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/63776337_5adfbe897a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="yc's farewell" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63786824/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/63786824_ae7f76e54b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="rowing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
yc's farewell (yc's now MARRIED) and rowing in summer (in a bid to get slightly darker - didn't really work huh)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778662/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/63778662_e0979f434b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Su, SoonWei, Jason" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776722/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/63776722_e244cadf14_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="low profile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
low profile

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776619/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/63776619_04108845d0_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="easter camp '04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63783498/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/63783498_7d99315d77_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Easter Camp '04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
easter camp

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778448/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/63778448_de8c470e8f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="SpringFling" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778771/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/63778771_b781b017d0_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="19th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
springfling (possibly the worst bakuteh throwup) and su's 19th bday



&lt;b&gt;2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;i&gt;3rd year, spring st&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778289/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/63778289_126241808f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mornington" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63777115/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/63777115_b53aa1396e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DD" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
mornington, dodgydouglas (dontask)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776240/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/63776240_17c97ed1a0_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="evee's farewell" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63781069/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/63781069_3658983f7f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="coffee and cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778100/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/63778100_e03d05bfcc_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mid Autumn '05" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63782041/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/63782041_6b2bc79c23_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Acid in mornington" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
evee left us, random hangout shots (and the 3 original biomed girls in &lt;i&gt;third&lt;/i&gt; year. we're the ones that occupy a whole row in lecture because nobody would sit with us. if we go for lectures, that is) and acid in mornington (the &lt;b&gt;donna&lt;/b&gt; disaster)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63775292/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/63775292_cb1b894e34_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="20th bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/53220814/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/53220814_9382a7e43b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="err it's Tea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
su's 20th bday 





woo. that was helluva ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113211646222780726?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113211646222780726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113211646222780726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113211646222780726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113211646222780726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/over-years.html' title='Over the Years'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113207213018919603</id><published>2005-11-16T03:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T03:28:50.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63596908/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/63596908_5656efd15f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63596908/"&gt;Sneaky&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i found an old pic of us doing our dear friend a favour by taking a picture of the guy behind us. you see him you see him you see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was first sem last year. :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113207213018919603?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113207213018919603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113207213018919603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113207213018919603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113207213018919603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/sneaky.html' title='Sneaky'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113206768434651764</id><published>2005-11-16T01:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T04:05:57.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Press Pause</title><content type='html'>i gave up on physics because the brain needs major thawing and i dont think i have enough time for that to happen. the job has been passed on to jq - which is just as well since i trust he'll do a better job than me.

thanks to my supervisor (as always) my presentation is going pretttyyyy o-k. got the slides ready and all that's left to be done is for me to altctrlC and altctrlV my report into the speech document. she's offered to listen to me on thursday before the real thing on friday and i think she's too kind to me. i'm evil-su. and evil-su's &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; deserve such kindness. *dramaticsigh* and i guess if you have a burning desire to hear about type 1 diabetes or &lt;b&gt;my voice&lt;/b&gt; for that matter, you could always attend my presentation on friday in the uni. in other (more humble) words, it would be nice to have familiar faces in the audience - especially if you have no clue about what i'm going to present. more comfort, less stress. but chances are you would rather stare at a wall than listen to geekspeak on a lovely friday afternoon. *resignedsigh*

post-exam activities are burning a hole in my pocket. yes they are. they are adding figures to my weight as well. my procrastination has resulted in a major p a c k i n g delay and i am ashamed to say that apart from throwing out some old magazines/papers, i've done absolutely nothing to box my room. extremely ashamed. i will attempt something tomorrow, i promise. yes tomorrow, after i see the migration lawyer (i've finally gotten down to doing it - my mum's going to be so pleased with me). plan A didn't work - i haven't found an aussie husband so i hope my sponsership plan will work out. 


hmm.
what are the chances of my return-to-singapore with an australian permanent residency?

*shrug*


i've never really been big on movies considering my extremely short attention span and constant-urge to fall asleep while watching them. adding on to my list of useless-accomplishments (which includes waking up at 9 this morning and doing the dishes in the sink) i've managed to watch f o u r movies in the cinema the past week (ouch to my wallet) and probably about 3 in bed. i love watching from the bed because i get to fidget/fall asleep comfortably at anytime. hurhur. :) and maybe it's for the same reason that i took 3 and a half hours to watch lantana......ah well. i love feel-good movies. they make me..err..feel good. elizabethtown's a feel good movie because i love the way the characters were created to be so &lt;b&gt;kooky&lt;/b&gt;. i identify with kooky people. dont you? err, no?  

i'm feeling all nice and fuzzy inside and i want it to last. 

i need a stand-still potion now.


note to self: take a 12 hr nap upon arrival in singapore .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113206768434651764?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113206768434651764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113206768434651764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113206768434651764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113206768434651764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-press-pause.html' title='Please Press Pause'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113197896734512587</id><published>2005-11-15T01:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T01:52:25.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Physic-al</title><content type='html'>so i dug my brain out again to prepare for my presentation and to study billy's physics notes because i'm helping him out.




i listed out all that i have to do in the next few days and concluded i cant afford much time to play. if given a choice, i'd either go back later or extend my stay in december but either way seems almost impossible. so i'm pretty much schtuck and positively screwed. then again, maybe i could squeeze in a few more days in december, &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;. it'd probably be a good idea.

sometimes i think the good thing about exams is that there is absolutely nothing else in the world that could be more important than studying for your next paper. real responsibilities come when you no longer have an excuse to push them out of your life. it's also when the exams end that you start to have to think about the 101 possibilities of 101 things. i know that when i go to bed and wake up the next morning i would still be thinking of the one (same) thing, and i wish on my 2pillowsandabolster that it  was &lt;i&gt;just another examination&lt;/i&gt;. 

the past week has been spent walking in the rain (it ALWAYS rains when i dont have my brolly. and the probability increases when i've washed my hair), running errands, reading in dymocks and watching movies both on my computer and in the cinema in a bid to entertain myself. after all, who needs human interaction in the cinema. whoa-no. please don't tell me about what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; do in the dark - i don't really need to know.

both &lt;i&gt;flightplan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pride and prejudice&lt;/i&gt; were better than expected. and i suspect every girl secretly wants a mr darcy. 
if there was anything wrong with the movie, it must have been the way BRIDE and prejudice kept popping up in my head. you know, what with the dancing and the &lt;i&gt;'no life, without wife'&lt;/i&gt;...... *shrug* i can't help myself sometimes.
sofi says she thinks of me everything she sees indian food. now, i can't help her either. 




oh good grief.
the lamp just fell to the ground and the bulb died on me. i'm completely in the dark now. 
and there is STILL a very dodgy burning smell coming from it. 


looks like i have no other choice but to sleep. 
*close the physics manual*



note: still too lazy to fix up the &lt;a href="http://oracle.wordpress.com"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;. i've only done the links and the about *su page. it is otherwise empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113197896734512587?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113197896734512587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113197896734512587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113197896734512587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113197896734512587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/getting-physic-al.html' title='Getting Physic-al'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113190323928649650</id><published>2005-11-14T04:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:01:21.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Moving</title><content type='html'>so apart from placing my mum's bottles of wine into the suitcase, i havent started packing.
please don't ask me the wherewhenhowwhy questions - i'm as fuzzy as you are.
i &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; know i need to pack. 

anyway, the procrastinator in me likes to believe that such things can only done in the day because there is not enough light (bulb's still dead!) in the room to pack at night. furthurmore, i have this feeling lou's lamp is burning the carpet - i smell something extremely suspicious. and it's there because it's just way-too-hot to be on the table. my face was at stake. 


and i figured since i could pack my room in a night the last time, it cant be that bad this time... &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;?


my blog's moving too.


oracle.wordpress.com is it.
at least i'm not as fuzzy about &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;. oh, my priorities.  


it's still empty because i'm too lazy to fix it up right now, but do look out, it's
&lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt;
time for an update on the bookmarks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113190323928649650?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113190323928649650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113190323928649650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113190323928649650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113190323928649650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-moving.html' title='I Am Moving'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113181409751025211</id><published>2005-11-13T03:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:54:04.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eep!</title><content type='html'>ohgoodgrief

i found an old blog that i forgot existed.

2002 - trinity.

i knew it. i've been dysfunctional &lt;i&gt;all along&lt;/i&gt;. 

ohgoodgrief


what was i thinking then? BLAME IT ON THE AGE I SAY - i was a mere 16+++ ok.  
HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113181409751025211?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113181409751025211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113181409751025211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113181409751025211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113181409751025211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/eep.html' title='Eep!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5284340.post-113180112887070452</id><published>2005-11-12T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:12:08.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul</title><content type='html'>i really didn't like what you said.
you can be so selfish sometimes. 
you? you really mean yourself, don't you, su. who? i cant decide now. 

&lt;b&gt;angry&lt;/b&gt;. and probably tired of trying-so-hard.
should just go home and forget about everything. 


i need permanent residency. i need an australian husband to drop from the sky &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;. it'll simplify things. 
no? 

fine. 

&lt;i&gt;i want to get lost in your rock and roll
and drift.away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113180112887070452?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113180112887070452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113180112887070452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113180112887070452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113180112887070452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/give-me-beat-boys-and-free-my-soul.html' title='Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113176844523051074</id><published>2005-11-12T15:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:07:25.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Lead</title><content type='html'>is dodgy.wordpress.com



then again, it's the only thing so far that is in contention. other than suee.wordpress.com - which is to inyourface i say. i cant hide on days when i dont feel like being so, suee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113176844523051074?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113176844523051074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113176844523051074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176844523051074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176844523051074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-lead.html' title='In the Lead'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113176799146833721</id><published>2005-11-12T14:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:59:51.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like That</title><content type='html'>after more than 40 years of marriage

&lt;i&gt;i'm still getting to know my wife better&lt;/i&gt;, he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113176799146833721?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113176799146833721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113176799146833721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176799146833721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176799146833721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-that.html' title='I Like That'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113164548470114051</id><published>2005-11-11T04:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:09:40.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out of My Dreams and Get into My Car</title><content type='html'>i almost got that shirt from dangerfield.



your memory is a pretty funny thing. it fails you when you're trying to recall in an exam - but it never fails to prode at you when you're trying very hard to forget something. right. not like i have much to forget in this short span of 20 yrs but you get what i mean, dont you?  

the brain likes to associate. sights, smells, sounds, to people, places, objects, feelings. 
and i hate the way songs can teleport me back in time. i've got happy songs, taboo songs and those that reminds me of him, her, you, us (please note the randomness in the people) and stringing some of these songs together in the form of an iTunes playlist proved to be a big mistake, especially while you're sleeping - you'll only end up getting a mega weird dream with too many unwanted main characters. and if there's anything more destructive than that - it'd probably be karaoke. well, go figure. 




my cross pendent fell to the carpet while i was fiddling with it. after a few days, many attempts at finding it and a vacuuming session, it remains lost. i am extremely displeased.  

and speaking of displeasure, this happens all the time prior to my return: i can't decide whether i'm excited about going back at all (1 week 1 week!). i know i should be - i'm really trying, but i'm just not all that enthusiastic at the moment. not on this friday morning at least. i agree with bun (i'm glad she's my best friend) overseas students dont have it easy  because holidays spoil alot of things. relationships and trust are built over time and holidays/endofdegree disrupt consistency - by the time something is up-and-going, the holiday comes along to ruin it. with that, i'm almost glad i dont have a break next year - i won't have much a choice but to stick around then. but the fact that 2006 is the year that the bun and the yf are going to be back for internships disappoints me. t w o y e a r s! i've almost forgotten how they look like.   


i conclude that expectations set you up for disappointment. i'm hoping someone can disprove me - because i think i'm expecting too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113164548470114051?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113164548470114051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113164548470114051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113164548470114051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113164548470114051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/get-out-of-my-dreams-and-get-into-my.html' title='Get Out of My Dreams and Get into My Car'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113163355951536021</id><published>2005-11-11T01:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:03:58.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't complicate things</title><content type='html'>why?

or rather,

why not?







happy birthday &lt;a href="http://thepeonyspeaks.blogspot.com"&gt;sylvia&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113163355951536021?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113163355951536021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113163355951536021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113163355951536021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113163355951536021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-complicate-things.html' title='Don&apos;t complicate things'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113160464901883768</id><published>2005-11-10T17:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:38:00.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Ticket</title><content type='html'>i've got the &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt; golden ticket. i want a new blog there but i can't decide on a name for the blog. 

i have 1 week to come up with something. any ideas any one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113160464901883768?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113160464901883768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113160464901883768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113160464901883768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113160464901883768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/golden-ticket.html' title='Golden Ticket'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113155710536856484</id><published>2005-11-10T04:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T04:25:05.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty F Word</title><content type='html'>it's just socially-unacceptable to call any girl f-a-t. directly or indirectly (it's the same thing!)



i really should not be entertaining you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113155710536856484?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113155710536856484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113155710536856484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113155710536856484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113155710536856484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/dirty-f-word.html' title='Dirty F Word'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113151080903319662</id><published>2005-11-09T15:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:40:18.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Should not sway</title><content type='html'>think before you speak (or write, for that matter)

you never know who might be listening (reading?) to you.


bun once mentioned
we're always writing for someone to read - if not, then it's for ourselves.

but there's just so much you can expose on the world wide web,
before you end up putting yourself in a vulnerable position.





as for honours: a little voice is asking me to just &lt;b&gt;stay put&lt;/b&gt;.
it will all work out as long as i put my heart into it.......&lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;? :)


as for everything else: just ask me. makes it easier to think before i speak then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113151080903319662?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113151080903319662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113151080903319662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113151080903319662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113151080903319662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/should-not-sway.html' title='Should not sway'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113145352734426061</id><published>2005-11-08T23:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:50:35.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sway</title><content type='html'>the idea that i'll be enrolled under the department of medicine next yr disturbs me. rumours tell me they are extremely stingy with giving out H1s to honours students. i was tempted to jump-ship because there's space in hfi for sofi and i - plus i'll be under the dept of biochemistry instead.
so i thought about it, decided that that was going to be the best decision, then prayed about it. yes all in that order - not very wise. because &lt;i&gt;it will be given&lt;/i&gt; to you &lt;i&gt;if you ask&lt;/i&gt;, jq msgs me today and told me that he has approached our supervisor with the same question - and our institute has an answer to that question to &lt;i&gt;assure&lt;/i&gt; us that &lt;i&gt;it's all going to be alright&lt;/i&gt;. 
i've now swayed again - i really hate myself for this.

what is stressing me out even more is that i get a sinking feeling everytime i think about my stupid pharmacology exam which i hope i did not f a i l. i'm getting more and more paranoid with the passing of each day and i know i should just stop obsessing because all i'll manage to do is &lt;b&gt;go crazy&lt;/b&gt;. forgive me, i think it's the whole it's-the-last-sem-so-just-let-me-get-through-it-dammit thingamajig going on. i hate it when things dont go as planned - which is probably just as well because i think i really need to learn how to let go and trust completely in God. how would i know that my grand plan is really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; grand anyway?  ooo, i'm beginning to hate myself even more now.

 
i really don't know whats wrong with me.  
just shut up, su, and p.u.s.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113145352734426061?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113145352734426061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113145352734426061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113145352734426061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113145352734426061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-sway.html' title='Don&apos;t Sway'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113138180458079388</id><published>2005-11-08T01:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:46:25.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just like a drug</title><content type='html'>i took the question paper out of the exam hall and planned to tear it into small bits before thrashing 'em but changed my mind after sofia reminded me that was my last exam.

so i folded it up &lt;s&gt;nicely&lt;/s&gt; and chucked it into my bag for keepsake. since i'll probably (and hopefully) never ever do it again, let me attempt this in a typical pharmacology-answer format:

Disease: 6 hour of sleep in 3 days, characterised by slowing down of heart rate, triple eyelids, 50kg eyebags, slurring of words, stoned look, nosebleeds, weight gain and bad skin. Development of disease is multifactorial: stress, exams, insomnia, loud noises, people-related, idiopathic.  

Treat with: a power nap and/or 20-hour sleep. mechanism of action of drug/treatment unknown. 

Side effects (after acute or chronic treatment): insomnia, hyperactivity, desensitisation of sleepy receptors, sleepuntilforever.
but generally well tolerated.

Contraindicated in insomnia patients - need other forms of drugs (barbiturates, benzodiazepines).


ohi'msosleepymyeyelidsaredrooping
but what would have left me braindead during the exam period has left me desiring everything but my bed right now. (classic case of wanting-what-i-cannot-get!) 

i've got 2 weeks to h o m e and i feel like i have too-much-to-do before going back. 2 weeks suddenly feels like a very, very short time. then again, some things cannot be changed even with time on my side - i concede defeat.

&lt;i&gt;Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.&lt;/i&gt;
My heart's &lt;i&gt;beating irregularly&lt;/i&gt;. Blame it on the hormonal imbalance, blame it on the guard (or the lack of it), blame it on myself, blame it on the moon,  
blame it on the &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; - just don't induce stress in me anymore, i might die of classic angina.

oh, and &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;? i think you'll do &lt;b&gt;just fine&lt;/b&gt;.

put me in &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; shoes, and i think i'll fail developmental biology anytime. i &lt;b&gt;respect&lt;/b&gt;. :)  



su, quit &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and just go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113138180458079388?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113138180458079388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113138180458079388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113138180458079388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113138180458079388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-just-like-drug.html' title='You&apos;re just like a drug'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113134011038927267</id><published>2005-11-07T16:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:08:30.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's......over?</title><content type='html'>i walked out paranoid &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;.

but i shall let the exam worry for itself.


&lt;b&gt;it's no fun finishing so early, when everyone else isn't done.&lt;/b&gt;

work hard, darlings.



i shall go catch a movie, catch some sleep, walk around city by myself for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113134011038927267?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113134011038927267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113134011038927267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113134011038927267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113134011038927267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/itsover.html' title='It&apos;s......&lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt;?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113127716566088780</id><published>2005-11-06T22:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:39:25.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 18</title><content type='html'>i'm really trying very hard not to panic. exam in less than 12 hours - i'm tired, not ready (at all!), lightbulb blew to greet me when i returned from the library and the nose just had to start bleeding.

i'm paranoid paranoid paranoid scared paranoid that i can't remember a single thing

but.

'In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears.' v6

because 

'The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God s my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is the shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.' v2 

'You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. With Your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall.' v28-29

'He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great. You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.' v34-36





&lt;i&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my savior and my God. My soul is downcast within me, &lt;b&gt;THEREFORE&lt;/b&gt; I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon - from Mount Mizar.&lt;/i&gt; Psalm 42: 5-6



so i decided that i should just quit studying for tonight and go to bed. maybe the brain will return to me by 4am, when i wake up. things should be better then - they have to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113127716566088780?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113127716566088780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113127716566088780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113127716566088780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113127716566088780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/psalm-18.html' title='Psalm 18'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113111236995773043</id><published>2005-11-05T00:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:52:49.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your regular vending machine.</title><content type='html'>i really wonder whether we end up doing what we're doing because our personality suits it or because our personality changes to suit it. 

i feel very much like a science student.

i'm a sucker for certainty. give me yes and no anyday, just don't toss me any perhaps, maybe, could be, or probably2sidesofthecoin. uncertainty throws me off my feet - which makes me believe (firmly) that  i'll never make it as an arts student. 

and in the pursuit of certainty, i relentlessly search, seek and find to satisfy myself with answers answers and more answers. and if you really needed to know, i use google.
now, if only everything was as simple as googling (have you tried clicking on "im feeling lucky" when you google something? it brings you to a random page.)

so now that i sit here frustrated without answers to too-many-big-questions, of which some eve verbalised over the phone (hey babe, it was nice to hear your voice again - it's been a long time :)). it's funny how &lt;i&gt;hearing&lt;/i&gt; your thoughts can jolt you back to reality. it seems easier to hide and push things aside when they are left unsaid. 
i want answers to &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; but i really know that all the answers i should be getting now are those to my past year exam papers.

it really makes me wonder whether i'm just too plain demanding. with people, with situations, with myself, with the world, with &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;.  Pray &lt;b&gt;sincerely&lt;/b&gt;, she says. yes, i know, i will - i say. what i probably didn't say was: thank you bun,  i needed to hear that. after all, God is what my title says.

as much as i wish i knew, and as much as i wish i could know -
it is so much easier sometimes to just let go and let God. and because of a certain hope and assurance in even the unknown - my soul finds rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113111236995773043?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113111236995773043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113111236995773043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113111236995773043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113111236995773043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-your-regular-vending-machine.html' title='Not your regular vending machine.'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113103191967910659</id><published>2005-11-04T02:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:31:59.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me</title><content type='html'>my blog entry on how to kill myself with various drugs disappeared.

maybe it's too dark for the virtual world.





funny how i get such ideas while doing a THERAPEUTICS subject/stream. 
the best therapy for the soul, i say, is a shower. take more showers and you'll know what i mean.






cannot remember &lt;s&gt;anything&lt;/s&gt; everything.
drug names need to sound more like english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113103191967910659?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113103191967910659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113103191967910659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113103191967910659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113103191967910659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/kill-me.html' title='Kill Me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113094429572782719</id><published>2005-11-03T02:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:11:35.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Essentials: Studying on a HOT HOT Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/58979497/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/58979497_65208d5a30.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Study" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


a) your textbook for reference
b) a glass of water to prevent dehydration
c) imac john for &lt;s&gt;distraction&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;entertainment&lt;/s&gt; err music?
d) handphones for communication
e) an extra lamp courtesy of your housemate
f) a fan to blow in your face
g) TWO extra heaters (that can actually double up as fans)

the housemate's room is equipped with my big fan and another one of her small fans.
(hey! this house has many fans!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113094429572782719?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113094429572782719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113094429572782719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113094429572782719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113094429572782719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/survival-essentials-studying-on-hot.html' title='Survival Essentials: Studying on a HOT HOT Day'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113091466789695415</id><published>2005-11-02T17:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:11:54.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavish me with love pls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/58880139/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/58880139_1715707d87_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/58880139/"&gt;DSC00322&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;omygdness&lt;br /&gt;my bouquet is gigantamonsteronormous. it's bigger than my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE W &amp; L! :)&lt;/b&gt; - you girls made my &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i didn't realise it was &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; easy to make a girl happy. (hey! i didnt think a bouquet of roses would make me beam &lt;i&gt;until like that&lt;/i&gt; ok) &lt;br /&gt;and men complain about having a very difficult job pleasing a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a spring in my step - even though im going off to the library. it is so warm that the minimal aircon in the innerpart of bailieu basement is better than my ovenofaroom. then again, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;now to find a vase big enough.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have a dustbin -_-"&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113091466789695415?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113091466789695415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113091466789695415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113091466789695415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113091466789695415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/lavish-me-with-love-pls.html' title='Lavish me with love pls'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113090120493620461</id><published>2005-11-02T14:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:13:24.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER</title><content type='html'>judge a book by its covers

and i mean N-E-V-E-R

that dodgy looking bald moustache man buzzing on the intercom at 9 in the morning could well be an innocent BOUQUET DELIVERY MAN - notsomepsychochildkidnapper like you made him out to be!

argh!

so next time just quit being paranoid and open the damned door because it's ONLY THE MAIN ENTRANCE TO THE BUILDING anyway!



w thinks im stupid.
and this is one of the rare occasions i agree fully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113090120493620461?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113090120493620461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113090120493620461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113090120493620461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113090120493620461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/never.html' title='NEVER'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113082910866389168</id><published>2005-11-01T18:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:12:00.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Usual Ho-Hum</title><content type='html'>melbourne cup day, girls in pretty floral frocks and a deserted city
a bottle of cold corona in the lawn on a 30 degree day.

it's so not a day FOR study.
well not for vc, gie and i at least.

i'm just procrastinating. i shld get back to the study table.

this keyboard/mouse in the basement is bloody oily. 
eew.

&lt;i&gt;someone walked past me with a "SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY" shirt. oof. in-my-face.&lt;/i&gt;




till 3am i say. 
it'll be nice to walk home alone along the tram tracks on the empty streets - it's been a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113082910866389168?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113082910866389168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113082910866389168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113082910866389168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113082910866389168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/usual-ho-hum.html' title='Usual Ho-Hum'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113075452909294404</id><published>2005-10-31T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:34:10.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun did alot of damage</title><content type='html'>if it's possible, i feel even more impulsive now than i've ever been. which is BAD because i'm already an impulsebunny with constitutive activity without any influence from mr sun. 

so i shall...

&lt;i&gt;aiyar&lt;/i&gt;. i also dont know. 
i havent decided what.


...

..

.




ahhhhhhhh. heeeeelp. 
someone motivate me to study please - come here and sit next to me, stare at me, tap on the table annoyingly whenever i zone out, smack my head, pull my hair, anything! in return, i will offer you a &lt;b&gt;free flow of oat porridge&lt;/b&gt;. 


oh yes
and when needed, you could tie me up with some rope when i look like i'm going to do anything i will probably regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113075452909294404?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113075452909294404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113075452909294404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113075452909294404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113075452909294404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/sun-did-alot-of-damage.html' title='The sun did alot of damage'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113075353774193036</id><published>2005-10-31T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:16:41.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun fried my brains</title><content type='html'>when i declare that i'm on a diet - i seem to want to eat everything.

and once i get off it, everything that i craved for previously seemed to lose it's appeal.

ditto with everything else.

&lt;b&gt;somehow, i always want things that i cannot get&lt;/b&gt;

and it drives me crazy in the process because i.cannot.do.anything.about.it!

gie was telling me about how she heard a song while walking past Law Library and it reminded her of 2-years-back. (i think i've been extremely wary of that library ever since)
now that she mentioned, it occurred to me that 2-years-back aint much different from the now. it's like the same shit, just different people involved. 
stuff always happens close to the exams.  they always do.  
it's a &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; time! then again, when &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a right time? thank goodness it'll all be over in 1 week. 1 week, then i won't feel that bad about feeling bad. (does that make sense?) 


oh su, you can do better than that. you were almost....getting &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; at it. 

i just want to dress up as a vampire and disappear into the halloween world. 

and i've put up an itinery below the tagboard. ask me out when i'm in town, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113075353774193036?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113075353774193036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113075353774193036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113075353774193036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113075353774193036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/sun-fried-my-brains.html' title='The sun fried my brains'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113060537740146911</id><published>2005-10-30T04:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:02:57.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot become lawyer</title><content type='html'>i just saw someone's testimonial for another person which goes: 

'he not very good looking lah...but good look aren't everything' (complete with the big small big small that i shall not even attempt because i. hate. it.)

imagine someone writing that for you! (can you at least &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pretend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?)
i'm glad i've got normal friends. well, at least most of them are. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113060537740146911?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113060537740146911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113060537740146911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113060537740146911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113060537740146911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/cannot-become-lawyer.html' title='Cannot become lawyer'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113056173327214685</id><published>2005-10-29T14:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:55:33.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a haircut</title><content type='html'>it's making me look like a mushroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113056173327214685?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113056173327214685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113056173327214685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113056173327214685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113056173327214685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-haircut.html' title='I need a haircut'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113051621852631763</id><published>2005-10-29T02:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:16:58.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><content type='html'>iamgoingtothevisitthe&lt;i&gt;library&lt;/i&gt;. iwillvisitthelibrary. imustvisitthelibrary.

focushocuspocusfocusfocusfocusconcentrateconcentrateconcentratestudystudy&lt;i&gt;study&lt;/i&gt;.

school's out and weekend's in. fridays always make me feel good (tgif!) - it almost feels as if i dont have any exam (nooooooooo)! 

'I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
&lt;i&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/i&gt;'

- Friday I'm in Love by The Cure &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113051621852631763?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113051621852631763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113051621852631763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113051621852631763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113051621852631763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/mantra.html' title='Mantra'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113048536078090747</id><published>2005-10-28T17:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:46:09.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Joins Uni Elite</title><content type='html'>now, how good does&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; sound?

the australian newspapers are splashed with the latest universities' rankings. of course they would be. as the title goes, melbourne university is now the only australian university in the top 20 (number 19), making it by default the top australian university as well. and if there's anything i can be more pleased about, it'd be that the uni's biomedicine is ranked 10th in the world. 

melbourne university has officially turned &lt;i&gt;world class&lt;/i&gt;.

today also marks the last day of the semester, and the last day of my career as a bbiomedsci undergraduate. we couldn't have ended it better - with an &lt;b&gt;exam&lt;/b&gt;. well we're biomedees after all. glancing at the rest of the cohort and clutching the graduation DVD in my hand, i couldn't help feeling the pride of being part of it all.  


i know what people back home think when we come down south to pursue an education. they think we're taking the easy way out - trust me, i see it all in the looks they give me. 

so i began thinking that they might be right. &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;, just &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;, it was the easier way out. 
and then it occurred to me that OF COURSE it was the easy way out! not because school's slack or that australians are stupider (and on that, i say NO! it's not true! not in biomed at least) but because life has GOT TO BE easier when living in a country less &lt;b&gt;myopic&lt;/b&gt;, less superficial and less full-of-themselves.
after all, i've probably learnt much more in my 4 years here, than in my other 13 years in singapore.

well, at the end of the day, i don't see NUS (or any other singaporean uni for that matter- and i really don't have anything against NUS, much less the people there because some of them are my friends!) anywhere in the top 20 list.  as much as you probably think i'm 'having the last laugh' at this moment, i assure you i am not. in contrary, i am distressed. because it's not a i-want-to-win-you-ha-ha thing. the fact is - singapore is still my home country (i think) and unless &lt;i&gt;some things change&lt;/i&gt;, the thought of going back will remain as a thorn in my flesh.  




(no alex, i still dont think i'm an elitist)



on a lighter note, i'm glad i blogged about assortative mating - it kinda came out in the exam. omph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113048536078090747?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113048536078090747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113048536078090747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113048536078090747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113048536078090747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/melbourne-joins-uni-elite.html' title='Melbourne Joins Uni Elite'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113037356495470849</id><published>2005-10-27T10:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:39:25.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FasterFasterFasterFaster</title><content type='html'>the darned deskjet printer is slow.

i should have allocated more than 15 mins to print 60 pages. now im going to be late for lecture...

i might have turned 30 by the time this thing is done.

-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113037356495470849?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113037356495470849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113037356495470849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113037356495470849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113037356495470849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/fasterfasterfasterfaster.html' title='FasterFasterFasterFaster'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113033451713927371</id><published>2005-10-26T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:22:55.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neckache inducing activities</title><content type='html'>a whole semester of work. 

summarised in a mere 20-page report. how sad is that.

but i'm glad it's FINALLY done! 

*does a little jig around the room*

smack me please. i have an exam on friday.
because mediocrity scares the crap out of me. 
and so does the director of my institute. i feel pressured to do well. but i have a bad feeling about it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113033451713927371?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113033451713927371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113033451713927371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113033451713927371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113033451713927371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/neckache-inducing-activities.html' title='Neckache inducing activities'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113026073755499926</id><published>2005-10-26T03:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T03:18:57.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Superhero Girl</title><content type='html'>I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world


Everybody wants a piece of me
And I just don't know where to run


I've got work piled up to my head
All I want to do is jump into bed
And wash away my troubles with lemonade

-Corrinne May




&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113026073755499926?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113026073755499926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113026073755499926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113026073755499926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113026073755499926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-superhero-girl.html' title='Little Superhero Girl'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113024985105102709</id><published>2005-10-26T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:17:31.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfit</title><content type='html'>i can't believe this!

i bought the wrong ink for my printer. i don't know why my printer model is listed on the side of the box. i assumed it meant that my printer's compatible but NO IT ISN'T. 

i'm really angry

so if anyone of you possess a HP printer which is compatible with the HP inkjet black no. 45. please let me know. i could sell it to you. aiyar i guess i could give it to you also...but i just bought it and all ive done is rip open the box and the protective plastic around it. maybe you could spare me a donation? it was almost 50 bucks :(

i'm so angry

now to find it a good home. 
 

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113024985105102709?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113024985105102709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113024985105102709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113024985105102709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113024985105102709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/unfit.html' title='Unfit'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113016000123703597</id><published>2005-10-24T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:04:11.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry honey, it's not love!</title><content type='html'>it's &lt;b&gt;assortative mating&lt;/b&gt;.


i apologise for crushing the romantic in you but you got to admit that science is such a killjoy. (if we were to relate sex with terms like fertilisation and reproduction on a daily basis, i highly doubt anyone would be doing anything in their beds unless it's time to have babies - that is once in a few years.)

although some believe that opposites attract, our choice of mates is dependent on really how alike you are and not how different. in other words, we tend to be attracted to individuals who have similarities in terms of both looks and probably personalities. 

that is the theory of assortative mating - which can be loosely based on evidence demonstrating a higher risk for spouses to develop a certain disease (known to have an underlying genetic cause) when their partners have the disease. it's not a relative high risk in comparison to individuals with monozygotic-twins relationships (or even parent-sibling  for that matter) but it is high when measured against individuals of no relations at all. 


which makes sense to me in a warped kind of way i suppose. i mean, with all the women-are-from-venus-and-men-are-&lt;i&gt;just-mars-bars&lt;/i&gt; thingamajig going around, it makes little sense for people to go around in search of a mate that has even more differences (to them) than the default which is no thanks to just 1 chromosome. and if you were going to insist that love conquers all differences - please don't tell me, i don't want to hear about it.

'sometimes love just ain't enough' and i wonder how true that is.  i mean, how wrong can it be if a song has been made out of it. i've swung from being an idealist to a cynic and then back to an idealist (then to a cynic then to an idealist then...).  i'm the queen of extremities, so much so that i don't really know what i believe in anymore. i think it's seasonal - it's love-is-all-we-need on nice warm days and sometimes-love-just-aint-enough on cold stormy nights. [note: &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; is totally hypothetical. there's no &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; realistically so don't pull a mummywong on me]



until now, i still haven't figured out what i'm trying to say or what i intended to convey. 

well, it doesn't really matter, does it? as long as my boat is still floating and my kite is still flying, who cares what?

 


this seems slightly abrupt but as much as the above-mentioned theory makes sense to me, i still have qualms about it because i really cannot imagine dating someone who looks, or even acts, like me. that would be way freaky. then again, i'm not very conventional, am i? 


and on a slightly unrelated note: i think i'm a manipulative girl. i learn something new about myself everyday. its a good thing but i wish they weren't all dysfunctional traits. (it could be your fault, w :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113016000123703597?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113016000123703597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113016000123703597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113016000123703597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113016000123703597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-sorry-honey-its-not-love.html' title='I&apos;m sorry honey, it&apos;s not love!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113006055446189082</id><published>2005-10-23T19:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:30:14.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>maybe i have to move to the taylor's hostel after all.

she mentioned that the springst rent is very steep.
i've never thought much about it...
but now that i do, hey! it IS steep!

it's important she finds something that meets her expectations so it's all good. 

now, what am i going to do (again.) 



updated update: (huh)
while reading through a few posts i realised that i never think much into many things and things only hit me when i actually sit down to &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; think. in other words "i've never thought much about it" has been way overused in my life. so maybe i've been moving through life too quickly to notice the fine details. but then again, i always thought that i think too much. maybe its selective. and maybe i'm extreme - i either dont think or think too much. i need balance. but i believe indifference is a much easier extremity. no? 

so now i'm not just crazy. i'm confused. 

Are you there, God? It's me, *su. 
Can you hear me? 
Oh good you can...could you please drop me a housemate from where you are? Just don't let it (it?!) fall on my head. 
Thanks. Talk to you later, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113006055446189082?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113006055446189082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113006055446189082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113006055446189082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113006055446189082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113005428351814625</id><published>2005-10-23T17:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:58:03.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When things go my way</title><content type='html'>this is so weird.

you know how you usually need to have a subscription before you can read a journal article beyond the abstract? somehow i can open every single article today without having to go through the school library website. i can directly open them from google and that has saved me heck loads of time. normally looking for journal articles takes so much time it's a whole assignment on its own. 

i'm so impressed with myself for not moving from this seat for the past 3 hrs. yes, i deserve a blog break. 
now that my report is taking form, it's beginning to sound pretty good to me, if i must say - heaps of credit to my supervisor and E for their help. 

all.i.want.now.is.to.be.able.to.finish.this.thing.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-113005428351814625?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113005428351814625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=113005428351814625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113005428351814625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113005428351814625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-things-go-my-way.html' title='When things go my way'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112998029633428793</id><published>2005-10-22T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:27:39.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>it's a good day

because unlike every other day that rains, i didn't get caught in the rain today. 

and i've found a housemate. ok, no i didn't. &lt;a href="http://joeldownunder.blogspot.com"&gt;joel&lt;/a&gt; found me a housemate. :D

which is a relief, of course, because my mum msged me today and told me that she thought of moving me back to the &lt;s&gt;hellhole&lt;/s&gt; taylor's hostel i lived in during my trinity year. admittedly, it wasn't that bad. it wasn't disgustingly old or anything..in fact it's quite a nice place...just not..you know...very...&lt;i&gt;homely&lt;/i&gt;....  good grief...what was she even thinking?!

i got a few cards from different continents too. i've decided that snail mail does &lt;b&gt;wonders&lt;/b&gt; to the mood. 

AND (yes! there's more!) i got myself a new vacuum cleaner that doesnt smell like a dog! i know, it's really strange.. but my old vacuum cleaner smells like a dog - even after cleaning out the dust bag. my new vacuum cleaner was in a box that was so loooong it was almost half my height (i'm slightly challenged vertically remember). now, that deemed me &lt;i&gt;blind&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;hazardous&lt;/b&gt;. but i made it home in one piece and sofi didn't need to carry any vacuum cleaners OR injury-prone-su's back to my home ...
plus i've got extremely clean carpet in the living room now. 

oh, too many good things in one day. it's beginning to sound a little suspicious to me! &lt;i&gt;murphy&lt;/i&gt; should just stop lurking around and come on right out from his little corner. 

i'm having this really silly dilemma at the moment. i need to write a report. but i'm also very sleepy. i want to take a nap before doing it because the brain's not functioning. but i also know that by the time i wake up to do it...i'll need to go to bed again - or i'll fall asleep in church. i know it doesn't sound like much (in fact it sounds pretty dumb) but i &lt;b&gt;really am&lt;/b&gt; thinking very hard about it. 

i think i'm &lt;s&gt;going&lt;/s&gt; crazy. 
yea, you probably think so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112998029633428793?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112998029633428793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112998029633428793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112998029633428793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112998029633428793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112991325832167496</id><published>2005-10-22T02:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:58:29.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>because everyone seems to be leaving - ok so maybe not everyone. but those i hang out with are all leaving, so that's everyone to me. 

2's going by the end of the yr, another probably by the end of summer or sem 1 '06 and then another still unsure whether she needs to return to help with the family business.

 

my mum is telling everyone at home (again everyone ain't many. but we only have 4 in the family. so.) that she's worried i'm going to be so lonely here. 

i never thought about it.

but now that i actually got down to thinking about it....i think im getting worried too. leaving seems difficult. but then i've learnt that staying isn't much better either. 

i never considered  "making new friends" as someone suggested today. (and i don't think i'm very good at that anyway.) then i realised why i never considered it - it's as if i'm trying to replace these people who are going. and it just doesn't work that wat!  it's not possible. because they are &lt;b&gt;irreplaceable&lt;/b&gt;. 

i remember a conversation i had back in trinity with someone. we firmly agreed that friends are family here. i still stick by it. who else can we turn to anyway?

so now that everyone's leaving, it's as if they are taking a part of me to different corners of the world. i've known some of these people ever since the day i stepped on australian soil....some in those turmoil first year days and have gotten closelikesisters to these girls. we've been through our ups and downs and trust me there &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; the downs that people probably do not know about and have not seen but i'm so proud to &lt;b&gt;be able&lt;/b&gt; to say that our relationships have grown to where it is now - enough to look back and laugh at those horrible childish days. i wish i was more emotionally detached...i've tried my best to convince myself that i'm strong enough for whatcomesmyway (i do that all the time. it has almost become a habit) and sometimes it fails me...so i've tried my best to hide in my little world of delusion (and continue believing that everything's all nice and dandy) but it somehow comes back to hit me hard on the head. somehow, sometime - &lt;b&gt;s-m-a-c-k.&lt;/b&gt;


first evee, now everyone else. this is not going to be easy. then again, no one said it was going to be easy...but surely there must have been some kind of disclaimer? 


hmm, what am i going to do.

p/s: forgive me for i am incoherent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112991325832167496?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112991325832167496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112991325832167496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112991325832167496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112991325832167496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112981566834003192</id><published>2005-10-20T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:47:03.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Su vs Cells: 0-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/54292926/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/54292926_9a6ac51f23_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/54292926/"&gt;Dendritic Cells&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so lou and i have decided to go our separate ways - we have moved our computers back into the room. yes, it's a change of fengshui again. i wonder whether imac john misses her pc. it's nice being back on a desk and chair instead of a &lt;br /&gt;coffee table and beanbag because that was bad bad bad for the back. but the backache also kept me from staying on the computer for &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; long. now, even when i'm sleeping, imac john is nice and bright and calling out to me to use him. rightyho that came out so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow it seems easier typing a report from the desk than from the coffee table anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that lou's half the world away, i feel like i haven't seen her in a long time. we need to socialise in the living room soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same person who reminded me a while back that i have 10 yrs of shelf life left told me again today to remember that i have only 9 years of shelf life. it hasn't even been a year. hmm i wonder what that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...it would make things &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; easier if taking pictures of cells (and looking at them for that matter) was as &lt;s&gt;easy&lt;/s&gt; fun as taking pictures of myself. &lt;br /&gt;i ended up &lt;b&gt;extremely&lt;/b&gt; sick in the stomach at the end of the whole stare-at-the-moving-screen-and-click-snap-when-you-see-your-cells session. apparently i'm not the only one who feels that way after taking those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the trouble for that strange looking picture up there.&lt;br /&gt;to think it doesn't even have a face!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112981566834003192?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112981566834003192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112981566834003192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112981566834003192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112981566834003192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/su-vs-cells-0-1.html' title='Su vs Cells: 0-1'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112973855818113896</id><published>2005-10-20T02:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:21:16.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are subjective</title><content type='html'>1 report down.
another to go.

i had a target of 1000 words tonight but i'm schtuck at 700 because i have zero inspiration. zilch nada. nothing. so i decided to stop for the night to call home. i was actually feeling quite pleased with my 700 word progress until my mum heard about it and freaked out. &lt;i&gt;"WHAT?!?! 4000 words and you only got 700 written?!?!!  Like that you can finish or notttt...can cope or notttttt?"&lt;/i&gt; 
all my self-satisfaction flew outta the window. 
i also didn't realise that she thinks 1.48am is very late. &lt;i&gt;"what can you be doing at this time of the night???"&lt;/i&gt; she asks. "err report?" - which was &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt; the truth if you minus distractions like music, internet, msn and hungerpangs. but wait till she finds out about the many other way-past-1.48am nights.

which probably also explains why i keep falling asleep on the couch. i should have known better than to lie on it. i really wanted to watch everybody loves raymond but ended up falling asleep before and waking up after it. urgh!  

can you believe i'm going back in exactly one month!
ohmygoodnessgraciousme - i'm almost done with this biomed course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112973855818113896?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112973855818113896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112973855818113896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112973855818113896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112973855818113896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-things-are-subjective.html' title='Some things are subjective'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112964664580894347</id><published>2005-10-19T00:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:44:05.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>i look at my checklist and realised that it's &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; worrying that i've got more &lt;b&gt;undone&lt;/b&gt; than done. 

i hate this pharm report. i don't know what's going on. 

i'm somehow thinking in dot points - i dont know why. 

it could be because i'm stressed. i seldom get &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; stressed about anything so when i say i'm stressed, i really am. please don't brush me off and tell me i'm not because i don't understand it when people do that. i guess i didn't need to mention that i tend to get snappy when i'm stressed. i'm very sorry, just don't come near me.  

i've learnt that sometimes we just have to expect less from people lest we get disappointed. 

i've submitted my honours application! yay!

i wish i didn't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to sleep. imagine how much we can get done if we didn't need to sleep! i could have finished my report by now if i didnt fall asleep on the couch just now! i can finish my research project report by thursday if i didn't need to sleep in the next 2 nights! but NOOOOO the Z monster's here to destroy my life.

did i mention i'm stressed?

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112964664580894347?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112964664580894347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112964664580894347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112964664580894347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112964664580894347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112944339271679088</id><published>2005-10-16T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:22:19.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking BIG Steps for Little People</title><content type='html'>hurhur i thought it funny that there were big jelly babies walking around albert park. i guess it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the juvenile diabetes research foundation after all. but &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;. 

albert park looks smaller than it really is (apparently the path around the lake is 5km). either that or i'm just unfit because i was walking and yawning and walking and yawning. i might just ache tomorrow. 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52886809/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/52886809_e6ea05d4e7_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Walking Jelly Baby :|" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

just note that when you're at the bottom of the food chain, expect to be eaten up by the people on top.  cy and i got it in the form of having to m-o-d-e-l our institute's shirt on stage because &lt;b&gt;no one else&lt;/b&gt; wanted to do it. but it was fun and our shirt won the 2nd prize. *smirk*

even the little doggies had walk tshirts. how cute :)
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52888027/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/52888027_ec5bbbfab1_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Little Doggy in a Tshirt" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



the weather's great and i'm loving it. looks like the rest of the week is going to be equally glorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112944339271679088?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112944339271679088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112944339271679088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112944339271679088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112944339271679088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/taking-big-steps-for-little-people.html' title='Taking BIG Steps for Little People'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112938772069295051</id><published>2005-10-16T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:00:47.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance With Me</title><content type='html'>i almost backed out of a meeting this morning. because i was &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; too sleeepy and awfully grouchy. but im glad i didn't.

i'm still tired though.

sofi and i went for ade's medal night and it's making me want to &lt;s&gt;dance&lt;/s&gt; learn to dance &lt;i&gt;all over again&lt;/i&gt;. she did latin and it looked so fun! i should, i shall, i must.

but before that i must figure out why on earth i'm breaking out into a rash. i've got itchy feet, ears and tum tum and i don't think i'm allergic to any food that i've eaten so far because the clayton boys' roticanai + curry was too-good-to-be-true and sofi's sandwiches seem very harmless. &lt;b&gt;IT'S SO ITCHY!&lt;/b&gt; and i refuse to think that i'm allergic to dance or men. (i've also decided that i like watching men who can shake their butts - not &lt;i&gt;anyhow&lt;/i&gt; shake. the &lt;i&gt;gey-lek&lt;/i&gt; kinda shake. omph that sounded dodgy. err. like john travolta in saturday night fever? &lt;i&gt;aiyar&lt;/i&gt; you know what i mean. err. right?) 

i'm still tired.

and i've got a charity walk tomorrow morning. kill me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112938772069295051?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112938772069295051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112938772069295051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112938772069295051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112938772069295051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance With Me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112931204453208791</id><published>2005-10-15T03:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T03:50:38.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>why am i blogging so often. urgh


so the day's over and i'm officially 20 plus abit more. i had a peach strudel (which was giedarling's great goldenpillow effort ;)), an &lt;s&gt;tiramisu&lt;/s&gt; i-am-su (yes use your imagination) cake and a white blackforest cake. i'm stuffed with &lt;b&gt;sponge&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cream&lt;/b&gt;. but the feeling's good. kinda in a ishoulddownmoretea way. do i make sense?  

my parents are happier with me taking the diabetes project. they reckon i'd have a large sample size for testing (if i ever needed to) because i've got plenty of diabetic relatives. rightyho. and you thought &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt; was weird. :)  

so it's 1 down. and just another to go (housemate search!) before i can feel fully at ease. God will provide. and i'm &lt;i&gt;not picky&lt;/i&gt;. i only &lt;i&gt;need to like you&lt;/i&gt;. *raise eyebrow* if you're going to tell me &lt;i&gt;beggers cannot be choosers&lt;/i&gt;, save it - i &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;. *grunt*


ok &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. im blogging so much not because i wanted to report how much cream i've consumed or to inform you how strange my folks are (though it was pretty fun doing that) but because i'm feeling fairly disturbed and needed to get slightly distracted somewhere somehow (oof i said that in 1 breath). blogging seemed like a good option but i can't seem to express it here because &lt;s&gt;i don't like to tell&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm sure you wouldn't want to know anyway&lt;/i&gt; so i reckon now that sleeping is a better choice because i have to be awake again in 4.5 hours. 


&lt;b&gt;i'm disturbed.&lt;/b&gt; 
don't disturb me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112931204453208791?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112931204453208791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112931204453208791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112931204453208791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112931204453208791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-update.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Just an Update&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112927690878770537</id><published>2005-10-14T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T18:01:49.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions. Erk. </title><content type='html'>i can't believe i made it to work this morning after going to bed at 5 last night. e stared at me in disbelief and told me i did well. i had to agree...and gave myself a pat on the back.

i know this is going to sound damn stupid but i think i've decided to do my honours in st vincents. i cant remember being anymore indecisive than this. i realised ive been going around the labs/institutes trying to find something that is similar to what i have now. smack me on the head but i only realised it today. the svi group is rich, has published lots of papers, has a nice bright new lab, has space for students, is made up of nice people.....and they have freaking &lt;b&gt;loads of applications&lt;/b&gt; that they wont even bother looking at because they don't want anymore than 2! (err. jq and i.) and then i go omg what am i doing not taking up the offer!

so yes. here we go. wonder what my mum will think when i tell her i've decided to change my mind again :)

i'm bored. but i'm tired. so i refuse to do anything much. it doesn't really feel like a birthday - i still dont feel any older.  but thanks for all the greetings anyway -phone, sms, friendster, msn, blogs, anything! :)

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112927690878770537?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112927690878770537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112927690878770537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112927690878770537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112927690878770537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/decisions-erk.html' title='Decisions. Erk. '/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112922859741551597</id><published>2005-10-14T04:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:37:53.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2005</title><content type='html'>we're the 5th batch to graduate and we're &lt;i&gt;'undoubtedly the best'&lt;/i&gt; according to matt perugini. i've got no reason to disagree.
it's weird seeing these guys at anywhere other than the lecture theatres. but we've been through so much that probably only the other 133 students would understand. i've never talked to many of them, but i think i'll prob miss them anyway. oh, cut the sopnsap. pictures!

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52210560/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/52210560_895edaa00f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="the housemate" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52195329/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/52195329_a2288860da_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="sofi!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the housemate and the sofi

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52175954/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/52175954_8d52160bbc_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52198351/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/52198351_320df34e10_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="djaja the neighbour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the neighbours

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52181605/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/52181605_d4b567a45a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52192283/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/52192283_5595ae25a3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the table

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52185504/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/52185504_648fc3eff0_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52188788/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/52188788_a8965dfedd_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the food (apparently su thinks beer is food too)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52209625/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/52209625_fd2cbaf00e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="the train around the dancefloor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52207184/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/52207184_c5d89156b5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="dancefloor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the dancefloor

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52208050/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/52208050_62b90b109a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="dancing matt" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the matt perugini

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52209720/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/52209720_c76ee6d19d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="the flower" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the flower (the tables conveniently had flowers. they look like mine - just real and yellow)

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52209801/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/52209801_b27e9d626f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="afterparty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/52209859/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52209859_5e2be9aaff_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="afterparty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the afterparty

the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/sets/1134196/"&gt;rest&lt;/a&gt;


i turned 20 in a club. and i dont feel any older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112922859741551597?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112922859741551597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112922859741551597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112922859741551597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112922859741551597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/class-of-2005.html' title='Class of 2005'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112913106402485719</id><published>2005-10-13T01:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:31:04.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bright day</title><content type='html'>because

*my day started with an overseas phone call

*i think i have an honours project

*i got a dancing chick card

*my dress is fuchsia coloured (bright!)

*it was warm

*ball tomorrow and vic played with our hair.


here we go, trigger happy girls.

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/51878153/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/51878153_b1c9bc1b66.jpg" width="500" height="282" alt="56" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112913106402485719?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112913106402485719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112913106402485719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112913106402485719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112913106402485719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-bright-day.html' title='It&apos;s a bright day'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112901788289938206</id><published>2005-10-11T18:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:07:38.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10 random things</title><content type='html'>1. i have absolutely nothing to do from the 7-18 november (i guess i could prepare for my 10 mins presentation but how long will that take?). i wish people could (and would) come visit. 

2. i don't &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; - but i &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a new housemate. &lt;a href="mailto:wongsuee@gmail.com"&gt;apply here.&lt;/a&gt; 

3. i don't seem to have an honours project and i might be a little worried now.

4. my hands still smell like latex gloves after washing them many times.

5. i've got a ball (+ afterparty) on thursday, work whole of friday, ade's medal night on sat and a JDRF charity walk in albert park with the colleagues on sunday. this is synonymous to "i think i'm going to die".

6. i've got to finish 2 reports, 1 test, 1 exam and 1 presentation before i can go home. i think i dont want to go home already.

7. i just found out this morning that people standing in the balcony of unit 66 can actually look into my room. and i found out while i was on my bed. good grief.

8. i dreamt i was a socialite. and woke up deciding i don't want to be anything else but that. 

9. i can't seem to convince eve that i'm cute. 

10. i still need to lose weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112901788289938206?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112901788289938206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112901788289938206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112901788289938206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112901788289938206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-random-things.html' title='10 random things'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112878640328958391</id><published>2005-10-09T01:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:46:43.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In My (Running) Shoes</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i a caught a movie in a cinema in melbourne so i was pretty excited to be watching &lt;i&gt;in her shoes&lt;/i&gt; in melbourne central tonight. i enjoyed the show, ironically crying throughout the entire thing. something must be terribly wrong with me because every little thing can make me cry tonight. even just 10 mins worth of armageddon did the trick. to think i started sniffing away almost immediately after turning on the tv. but anyhoos, &lt;i&gt;in her shoes&lt;/i&gt; featured a great shoe collection (well. obviously) which i'd die for if i had 2 lives because i'd die for cameron diaz' legs (and bod too if you could throw in a freebie) first.

speaking of which, trying to lose weight is a bitch. i mean, it &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; is. it's proving to be more difficult than i'd hope it to be (then again, nobody ever said it was easy). an awful [insert swear word of choice]-ly fat picture of mine has been converted into a stickie (o i love stickies!) and it's smiling back at me on my desktop to remind me of not-so-glory days. (which weren't that long ago actually). oh crap this sucks. - i'm never going to fit into the bridesmaid gown. to the gym, i say!     

but. to the bed first. the bum in me always wins. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112878640328958391?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112878640328958391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112878640328958391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112878640328958391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112878640328958391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-my-running-shoes.html' title='In My (Running) Shoes'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112875748079986757</id><published>2005-10-08T17:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T17:44:40.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrong Kind of Feeling</title><content type='html'>i just spent money on a dress for the biomed formal dinner on thursday. (yes, i am last minute. very, in fact) but it's a good thing there was a sale in myers (25%!)....erm. does that justify my expenditure? 

i have a bad feeling about &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. what that something is, i haven't decided. it's just one of those something-is-just-wrong feelings that you get deep down in your gut. and you know it ain't constipation.

damn. it's unsettling. let me just go email a supervisor. or go out for a drink. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112875748079986757?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112875748079986757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112875748079986757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112875748079986757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112875748079986757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/wrong-kind-of-feeling.html' title='The Wrong Kind of Feeling'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112869418970984304</id><published>2005-10-08T00:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:12:15.510+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I [################] You</title><content type='html'>when i'm around you,

i get this urge


to scream

my heart out

into a vase

before &lt;b&gt;SMASHING&lt;/b&gt; it on the floor.



&lt;i&gt;piang&lt;/i&gt;.


oh, su, take it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112869418970984304?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112869418970984304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112869418970984304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112869418970984304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112869418970984304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-you.html' title='I [################] You'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112861882396370416</id><published>2005-10-07T03:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:13:44.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mail</title><content type='html'>Hi *su!

Evelyn Lim (pulsarq) has just purchased a Flickr Pro
Account for you!

Your new Pro Account is set to expire on 6th October, 2006.
(You don't have to do anything to activate your Pro Account.
It's all automatic.)

Having a Flickr Pro Account means you now have 2GB of
bandwidth to use each month to get your photos on Flickr,
and you can create as many photosets as you need.

For more information:
http://www.flickr.com/account/gift/60466/

Regards,
The Flickrites




hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm


&lt;b&gt;*cue to scream*&lt;/b&gt;

YAY! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112861882396370416?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112861882396370416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112861882396370416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112861882396370416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112861882396370416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-mail.html' title='In the Mail'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112861026057964702</id><published>2005-10-07T00:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:18:10.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 21!</title><content type='html'>very much wanted right now:

1. more space on flickr. i exceeded this month's limit within the first week. this is not happening! *moan*

2. a new throat that doesn't bleed. (obviously i didnt think much about that while eating porkribs and tiramisu)

3. &lt;s&gt;miracle knowledge potion&lt;/s&gt; much prayer for tomorrow's test. 

4. a potent zit remover

&lt;i&gt;i am grateful to &lt;a href="http://www.dubdew.com"&gt;w&lt;/a&gt; for sharing her 2gb flickr account with me so that i can post pictures (as seen below)  :D&lt;/i&gt;

Back to the title. 

&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainy-ditz.blogspot.com"&gt;Angie's&lt;/a&gt; 21!&lt;/b&gt;
(her mum's so sweet to fly down here to celebrate her birthday. :))

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49925641/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/49925641_bb1d7d7aa4_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Barbecue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
we had a barbecue 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49998280/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/49998280_24f1d2b3e2_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Gie with her cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
a 12-inch tiramisu

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/50003953/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/50003953_c246721c28_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="October 6, 9 &amp; 14" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49992807/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/49992807_4982af1845_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Tall, Short &amp; an Oversized Jacket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/50002310/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/50002310_8c9054102b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="The Girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
and many random pictures 


all found &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/sets/1085120/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112861026057964702?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112861026057964702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112861026057964702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112861026057964702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112861026057964702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/shes-21.html' title='She&apos;s 21!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112852028100267229</id><published>2005-10-05T23:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:51:21.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Things Start With The Letter M</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;martinis&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49651742/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49651742_6cd83728fa_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Martini" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;i&gt;manicures&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49653600/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49653600_f7d82ad852_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Manicure" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;i&gt;marshmallows&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49652502/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/49652502_f1e461759c_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Marshmallows" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;i&gt;massages&lt;/i&gt; 
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49654659/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/49654659_867accbd6a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Massage" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

and half-naked &lt;i&gt;men&lt;/i&gt; waiters. ok so maybe the last mentioned weren't that great. i was sitting alone for a while and had no intention  to spend any more money until 2 of those men cornered me and asked me whether i wanted a raffle ticket. i bought one so that they would go away. not cool. (hence the absence of any picture) &lt;i&gt;[since we're at this &lt;b&gt;substandard-m&lt;/b&gt; topic, someone kindly pointed out that women's problems all start with men. think men-opause, men-struation....]&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/49649510/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/49649510_7eac8beea3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Sof &amp; Bea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;i&gt;oh yes. meinus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112852028100267229?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112852028100267229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112852028100267229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112852028100267229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112852028100267229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-things-start-with-letter-m.html' title='Great Things Start With The Letter &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112841984690350098</id><published>2005-10-04T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:59:27.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trichology</title><content type='html'>because the sun rises earlier than it did a month ago, it's getting less painful to wake up in the morning and my plan to be up and going in the gym at 6+am seems to be much more feasible. somehow waking up when the sky's still dark just feels wrong.

exercise releases the same hormones as chocolate does. ironically one reduces the hips while the other aims to enlarge it. for now i'm sticking to exercise because it managed to &lt;i&gt;temporarily&lt;/i&gt; remove my pounding headache (which follows the beat of hollaback girl, trust me) and it proves to be less painful to &lt;i&gt;swallow&lt;/i&gt; compared to chocolate when you have swollen tonsils. but seriously, i'd rather have chocolate any other time. 

so october's going to be mad-busy. i've decided it shall be a month of cultivating good habits. yes, i've started with the waking earlier bit and it shall be a month of better eating habits (read: less cereal-for-dinner occasions. we havent touched the kitchen &lt;i&gt;proper&lt;/i&gt; for a couple of months now), a month of study-eep! (exams in a month, home in slightly more than a month, bridesmaid in 2. ahh!), and a month of plaaaay! 

looks like its going to be everything but a month of eyebag removal.

&lt;i&gt;aiya.&lt;/i&gt;




[&lt;i&gt;trichology sounds like some&lt;/i&gt; cheem &lt;i&gt;branch of science but it really is just the study and treatment of hair and its disorders. girls are natural trichologists, no?&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112841984690350098?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112841984690350098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112841984690350098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112841984690350098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112841984690350098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/trichology.html' title='Trichology'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112826382430911984</id><published>2005-10-03T00:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T01:03:02.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Slightly Lighter Note</title><content type='html'>[dodgy-voice one  vs  dodgy-ears one]


wah lao. terrorist bomb bali again

&lt;i&gt;oh. you threw away the pandan leaves ah.&lt;/i&gt;

umm. yea i did.
didnt think they would do it at the same place twice huh.

&lt;i&gt;huh? say again?&lt;/i&gt;

no, i was just saying terrorist bomb bali again lah.

&lt;i&gt;oh i thought you said need to boil barley again&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;i&gt;wait. did you say paris bomb bali??&lt;/i&gt;

NO! TERRORISTS! TERRORISTS bomb BALI again!



[disclaimer: it's a lighter note not because she derives pleasure from the horrible happenings in bali. she only derives pleasure from funny conversations with her friends. the author fully condemns the act of murder.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112826382430911984?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112826382430911984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112826382430911984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112826382430911984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112826382430911984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-slightly-lighter-note.html' title='On a Slightly Lighter Note'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112825679178856562</id><published>2005-10-02T22:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:44:43.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me</title><content type='html'>i wore braces when i was younger. (&lt;a href="http://www.makaria.blogspot.com"&gt;vivien&lt;/a&gt; could tell you in detail that i had a &lt;i&gt;class 3&lt;/i&gt; jaw. i dont know, i only knew it was ugly.) because i was a very greedy kid (i prob &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; am greedy), i couldn't resist muruku during chinese new year and that broke the metal wire. the wire stuck out and happily hooked the flesh of my lip until i had an ulcer the size of a five cent coin and a lip that looked like a sausage. 

and now my wisdom tooth is coming out and everytime i close my mouth it reaches the side of my cheek. because the edges of your teeth is not normally err flat (i mean, look at my fangs!), my tooth is constantly poking into my cheek and it's giving me a big and painful ulcer. and because there's nothing i can do about it unless i remove it, the ulcer is here to stay.

i got too many mouth problems.

the tonsils and tooth have to go.

maybe it'll be a good way to make me eat less. no wait. what a horrid, horrid way.

i know i'm such a whinger but do cut me some slack. i'm feeling awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112825679178856562?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112825679178856562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112825679178856562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112825679178856562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112825679178856562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112817968660115223</id><published>2005-10-02T01:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:20:24.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Under)Graduate.</title><content type='html'>is it possible.... that the people around me are getting younger..?

or am i just getting older?
because i &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; i'm young so it &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; be &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; that's the problem around here. *frown*


because i've only got &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; paper this semester (and i'm a &lt;I&gt;science&lt;/i&gt; student! ooo.), which is the first paper on the first day of the exam period (yes, 9.30am on 7th Nov), i'll be done even before you can say &lt;i&gt;what, so fast?!&lt;/i&gt;. but because of a stupid 10 mins presentation on the 18th, i can only go back then. pooey. but i'm not complaining.    

i'm donning that olive-green academic dress soon. :) (why can't biomed students get a cooler coloured band? olive green sounds ugly)

first, i need to get back to &lt;b&gt;study&lt;/b&gt;. 
mmm.

hmm..

uhhh.


hurhur.


damn the throat. if it gets furthur infected, i'm going to be &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; mad. 

*stomps back into her room to continue reading ben hur* &lt;i&gt;(i'm still trying to decide whether it was wise to read it rather than watch it. we'll see.)&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;i&gt;update&lt;/i&gt;
ok i &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; mad because the throat &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; get infected and i'm cold and feverish on a gloriously &lt;b&gt;warm&lt;/b&gt; day. 

arghhhhhhhh

I HATE YOU TONSILS! &amp;*^%$#@#$%&amp;*

arggghhhhhhh

i need a hug *sniff.


&lt;i&gt;p/s: hello! write me a memory!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112817968660115223?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112817968660115223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112817968660115223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112817968660115223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112817968660115223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/10/undergraduate.html' title='The (Under)Graduate.'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112808349696875232</id><published>2005-09-30T22:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:45:03.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;got this off bun's&lt;/i&gt;

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must reply with a memory of me. It can be anything you want - good or bad, just as long as it happened. Then post this up yourself and see what people remember about you.

&lt;i&gt;edit&lt;/i&gt;
p/s: leave a note in the comments section &lt;s&gt;or something&lt;/s&gt; (do leave it in comments so that it doesnt disappear into the tagboard :D). even if you don't leave your name... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112808349696875232?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112808349696875232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112808349696875232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112808349696875232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112808349696875232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112798996850793995</id><published>2005-09-29T20:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:32:48.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>if you are what you eat,

then i must be a potato chip with hints of hazelnut chocolate.

no more curry flavoured potato chips. i dont know what happened. :(

i &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; want green curry. and it looks as if i have to starve for a whole week. eeps.

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112798996850793995?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112798996850793995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112798996850793995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112798996850793995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112798996850793995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112791310581268899</id><published>2005-09-28T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:33:17.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>is &lt;a href="http://www.cerocmelbourne.com.au"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;


update: i'm on a diet i know (don't remind me) BUT i crave curry chips (it tastes like thai green curry. a bowl of curry would ease my cravings too) and i can't have any (because i'm on a diet and because the shop downstairs has closed) and i'm going mad and my sentence is incoherent but that's just how i am right now. *bang the table with her fist* I WANT GREEN CURRY! gimme gimme gimmeeee!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112791310581268899?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112791310581268899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112791310581268899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112791310581268899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112791310581268899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112783320437197001</id><published>2005-09-28T01:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:00:04.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Night</title><content type='html'>it came and went

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/CIMG0238.jpg"&gt;


as quickly as the baileyscheesecake-mudcake-orangemudcake-stickydatepudding disappeared from 7greedypeople's table.

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/CIMG0251.jpg"&gt;.

i miss you flickr. oh oct, quickly come!

i fell out of the car again tonight. i now have a very painful knee. :(
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112783320437197001?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112783320437197001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112783320437197001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112783320437197001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112783320437197001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/jazz-night.html' title='Jazz Night'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112774710505453718</id><published>2005-09-27T01:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:16:23.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm That Girl</title><content type='html'>alright. let me try my hand at &lt;a href="http://dubdew.com/2005/09/13/im-that-girl/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; before i go to bed. 


i'm that girl who fought with her &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; for a whole year over a guy in primary school. they made the class take sides and it was so bad their teacher had to intervene before they went on to primary 5. she was the same girl who was labelled "the frankenstein's bride" by the above mentioned &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;. 

i'm that girl who is so klutzy that in 20 years she managed to accumulate a broken arm, a shattered wrist, a sprained back, sprained ankle(s), sprained finger and a tic tac up her nose. 

i'm that daughter who when caught playing with her mum's eyeliner, insisted that it was her colour pencil.

i'm that girl whose heart got broken in a sports car.

i'm the girl who ran out of a club with you when the police came because we were underaged. 

i'm that girl who threw up along the highway to malaysia. i’m also that girl who made the rest of the people in the car throw up. 

i'm that girl who hung up on you when things seemed to be going the way she didnt want it to.

i'm the girl who sleepwalks. i'm also the one who steals your share of the blanket in the middle of the night. 

i'm that girl who hates slimy animals like snails and frogs yet loves her slimy vegetables like eggplants and lady fingers.

i'm the one who watched you sleep.

i'm the girl whose sister thought was obnoxious once upon a time. 

i'm that girl who couldn't bear to miss classes in year 1 yet happily skipped a tute just to have breakfast at macdonald's with you. did she mention that she is also the one who doesn't eat fast food?

i'm the girl who has played truancy only &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt; in her life and that was in jc when she knew she was going to leave for australia anyway.

i'm that girl who fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder in the bus because she was too tired. she woke up in the middle of the ride but decided to fall asleep on the shoulder again until she reached her stop.

i'm the one who has tchaikovsky, bon jovi and guang liang all on one playlist.

i'm the girl who waits for you to talk to her.

i'm that girl who fainted when you gripped her hand too tightly. 

i'm the one who vomitted in the area above the amphitheatre in sec 1, then walk away after that pretending nothing had happened because there was no one else around. 

i'm the girl who fell out of the car outside the law library, right next to a dead and flat bird. the other 4 in the car tried to pretend they didn't see what happened to spare me the embarressment. she's the same girl who almost believed male chivalry died on that day until you finally broke the silence and laughed with me.

i'm that girl who fell on the steps of the royal exhibition building. yes, the main entrance of the exam hall.

i'm the girl who tends to fall asleep during (even the best) movies and who only cries when she's watching/reading alone.

i'm that girl who coerced you in the foodcourt into doing something you probably would never have done if not for peer pressure. Funny how you told me just recently that you wish you had never done such a thing...yet I wouldn't have it any other way when i did the exact same thing a few years after you.

i'm the girl you befriended though she walked into that british council classroom with every intention of just sitting in a corner and getting it over and done with (and she’s glad you did). i'm the girl who is comforted by your existence because she now knows there is someone out there who is more klutzy than she is. ;)  (think digital nerve)

I’m the one who started talking to you because of a stupid dare and who then knew would regret her actions because you really reminded her of her dear friend when she first saw you. You don’t have any resemblance now but she is still regretting her actions at present.

I’m the girl who wishes she could dance, sing and play some instrument. She can’t do any of the abovementioned.

I’m that girl who misses playing mahjong with your family and hanging out in Bukit Batok in the most unglam clothing.

 
I’m that girl who thinks she can take on the whole world. The girl who crumbles when she finds out that she actually can’t.





and you thought you knew me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112774710505453718?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112774710505453718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112774710505453718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112774710505453718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112774710505453718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-that-girl_27.html' title='I&apos;m That Girl'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112771853550019209</id><published>2005-09-26T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:08:55.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, over HERE.</title><content type='html'>don't you just hate it when people ASK you something and then don't LISTEN when you're replying? i mean, that's even worse than not listening to you speak. 
they could be really nice people but their lack of attention just annoys the hell out of me. 

so, i've decided to steer clear lest they make me feel stupid. 

sorry &lt;i&gt;hun&lt;/i&gt;.

hmph.


 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112771853550019209?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112771853550019209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112771853550019209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112771853550019209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112771853550019209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-over-here.html' title='Hello, over HERE.'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112748582979808355</id><published>2005-09-24T00:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:30:29.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Eep</title><content type='html'>the people on the streets are exceptional rowdy thanks to the darned &lt;a href="http://afl.com.au/"&gt;footy&lt;/a&gt; grand finals. (i'm just jealous because i wish i was as excited about it as the aussies are but i'm not.)

at times like these, it's a bad idea to hold a huge cone of gelati and try look inconspicuous at the same time. i couldn't have walked home any quicker.

the gelati is giving me one of those clutch-your-tumtum-and-roll-around-the-floor kind of stomach ache. if it's any consolation, coyote ugly's screening on tv and i just love that movie because i believe there's a bit in every girl out there who wants to dance on a bar top. well, i know i do. 

and hi woman, i wanted to tell you you're doing great on your saxophone next to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112748582979808355?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112748582979808355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112748582979808355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112748582979808355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112748582979808355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/eep.html' title='Eep'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112746253062336562</id><published>2005-09-23T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:02:11.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>watched dirty dancing

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/CIMG0138.jpg"&gt;

completed the 40 days of purpose

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/CIMG0168.jpg"&gt;

took a train

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/CIMG0176.jpg"&gt;

had korean food
(no idea why the 2 boys had to do get up/look away. they almost look like they are from the next table)

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/CIMG0171.jpg"&gt;



and i suspect &lt;i&gt;john's&lt;/i&gt; not feeling very well today. 
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112746253062336562?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112746253062336562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112746253062336562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112746253062336562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112746253062336562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112744727800048680</id><published>2005-09-23T13:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:47:58.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dubbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/bigfatchocolate/dub.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112744727800048680?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112744727800048680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112744727800048680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112744727800048680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112744727800048680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-dubbie.html' title='Happy Birthday Dubbie'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112739066081918183</id><published>2005-09-22T22:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:04:20.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna know</title><content type='html'>being the only girl in the sauna with 4 other men was an experience. 

one was in his tight underwear (very, very obscene), another was doing push ups &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; the shower right outside the sauna and one was tugging at his nipple ring (probably because it was err burning up).

maybe they didn't see me in the corner of that tiny sauna. 


it's really weird when this pri school friend of mine msgs me online since the number of times we talk in a  year could be counted with 1 hand. it's even weirder when she starts telling you her &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt;sex&lt;/i&gt;dramamama problems punctuated with too much dodgy information.
and it's scary to know i could be completely different from who i am right now. because she was my &lt;i&gt;best friend&lt;/i&gt; in primary school...

so maybe the girl who complains about her sexlife to her pri-sch best friend could have been me. it could have been. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112739066081918183?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112739066081918183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112739066081918183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112739066081918183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112739066081918183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-wanna-know.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna know'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112737413450078042</id><published>2005-09-22T17:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:28:54.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>i really should get my ass down to the gym.... but the champagne from work is getting to my head and threatens to foil my plans. 

ahh.

ok, that was just an excuse.

it didn't get to my head enough to stop me from exercising.



It's already Thursday and it's the weekend again! 
something about that just feels very wrong. how come the weekend comes &lt;i&gt;so quickly&lt;/i&gt; during the holidays and not on normal school days?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112737413450078042?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112737413450078042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112737413450078042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112737413450078042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112737413450078042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112731163385745994</id><published>2005-09-22T00:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:25:50.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4 of the holidays down</title><content type='html'>considering the many sleepless nights, i'd better been up to something good.


&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/45221778/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45221778_775fe8eaa5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="sparklers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/45220285/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45220285_18b756ae59.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="loususof" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
we stayed over at sofi's on sunday night for mooncake, sparklers, A Chinese Ghost Story and some dodgy board game that allowed us to take incriminating pics which i reckon will get me into trouble if i post them up. 

(that was not what kept me up the whole night at sofi's. &lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/index.html"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; was the culprit. i read &lt;i&gt;my sister's keeper&lt;/i&gt; and i advise against doing so with any kind of eye make up on. or if you have a date the next day.)

the cell went to mornington on monday for a retreat. 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/45229939/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45229939_f0c17e62b4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="cell @ mornington" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

the beach was really pretty and would have been better if the clouds didnt hide my sun at sunrise. and it would have been better if we didnt get into any trouble with the accomodation owner.

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/45225997/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/45225997_cd9c74db67.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


we ate alot.
yes, i thought that sentence deserved to be a paragraph of its own.

and we ended the retreat with shopping at DFO. i know it sounds damn weird.

played somemore at karaoke after getting back to the city until some unearthly time before realising we have a breakfast appointment at max brennar (thank you for the treat babe! :)). and err i looked too awful for pictures hence the absence. by the time the souffle and waffles (i didnt even manage to get any fondue! :() came i had to go for an appointment with a couple of doctors at RMH to discuss a project which they assumed i was taking on already. since they did, i shall assume too. hmm.  
so if all goes well, i'll be doing a project on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frozen_shoulder"&gt;frozen shoulder&lt;/a&gt;. i know nothing more about it than you do.

i can't sleep again. my 3-9.30 &lt;s&gt;nap&lt;/s&gt; sleep did alot of damage. and i have to work tomorrow. eep.



(the rest of my pics are on flickr. i wish i could upload more pics but i didn't realise the pic size on my sis camera was so huge so now i've exceeded my flickr limited for the month. *sulk*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112731163385745994?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112731163385745994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112731163385745994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112731163385745994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112731163385745994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/14-of-holidays-down.html' title='1/4 of the holidays down'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112720902758768780</id><published>2005-09-20T19:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:37:07.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm</title><content type='html'>because i'm on holiday and hence feel less tired

because i like to play

because i'd rather choose play than sleep anytime

because i'm just &lt;b&gt;so damn stupid&lt;/b&gt;

that's why i've gotten only an hour of sleep a night the past 3 days with intermittent shut-eye in the car.



and because i'm so stoned from adrenaline overdrive and &lt;b&gt;rehearsed composure&lt;/b&gt;, i continue to lead myself down a self-destructive path.


i'm such a drama queen. 


if only i'm that way with &lt;i&gt;the real stuff&lt;/i&gt;, then i wouldn't be so damn abnormal.


&lt;i&gt;just chill. sit up straight. cross your legs. maintain an icy cold expression.
only scream &lt;b&gt;inside&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; 

who does it this way nowadays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112720902758768780?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112720902758768780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112720902758768780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112720902758768780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112720902758768780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/calm.html' title='Calm'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112708462997901777</id><published>2005-09-19T09:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:03:50.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/44478735/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/44478735_dcf61a647d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/44478735/"&gt;Sparklers&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*su has to learn that the world does not &lt;b&gt;stop&lt;/b&gt; when she's on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to mornington. back tmr!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112708462997901777?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112708462997901777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112708462997901777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112708462997901777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112708462997901777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/sparklers.html' title='Sparklers'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5284340.post-112698168011368363</id><published>2005-09-18T04:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T04:28:00.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/44072125/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/44072125_456b2b05e0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/44072125/"&gt;mooncake&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 greedy girls decided to get a preview of mooncakes after a long (entire!) day with the &lt;i&gt;40daysofpurpose&lt;/i&gt; cell which saw us through 6 weeks. it has been good...considering how we now have a few more friends and i even got to know an &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; relative, but that's a story on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had an animated conversation over french earl grey, pandan and green tea mooncakes about the most rubbish stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we completed the whole sedentary-lifestyle look (you could almost find us on those ministry of health posters. you know, one of those &lt;b&gt;'SHOULD NOT'&lt;/b&gt; pictures) with 2 chinese movies and lots of cushions+blankies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're having another round of mooncakes tomorrow and i've decided that i shall traumatise the rest with my &lt;b&gt;powerpuff lantern&lt;/b&gt; again. i just &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; doing that every year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures another time of dirty dancing, 40 days and korean food when i get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy midautumn festival. please eat more mooncake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/44069017/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/44069017_8163ea3405.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="lou sof" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112698168011368363?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112698168011368363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112698168011368363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112698168011368363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112698168011368363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/mooncake.html' title='Mooncake'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112688958460012120</id><published>2005-09-17T02:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:53:04.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><content type='html'>because despite what the &lt;i&gt;world wide web&lt;/i&gt; suggests, the &lt;i&gt;world&lt;/i&gt; isn't as &lt;i&gt;wide&lt;/i&gt; as you think it is.

watch what you say, watch what you do, watch who you tell what. (and watch what your friends say *pointed look*)
you never know which &lt;i&gt;kaypo-kia&lt;/i&gt; will end up connecting bits and pieces together to discover &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; big fat truth.

and you know they say &lt;i&gt;the truth hurts&lt;/i&gt;.

and because it does. i feel so sad for you.
and dwelling on it makes me sad for him, her and even myself too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112688958460012120?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112688958460012120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112688958460012120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112688958460012120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112688958460012120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112688439122763582</id><published>2005-09-17T01:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:26:31.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>i am getting &lt;b&gt;bored&lt;/b&gt;.

time for &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; new. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112688439122763582?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112688439122763582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112688439122763582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112688439122763582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112688439122763582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_17.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112680289271867670</id><published>2005-09-16T02:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:48:12.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of My Life</title><content type='html'>in an attempt to attend all my lectures, spend more time in the gym, get better posture (by spending less time in front of the comp) i've decided to sleep early and wake up early (all in the bid of attaining a &lt;i&gt;healthy wholesome&lt;/i&gt; lifestyle). the past few days have seen me sleeping before 1am and waking up before 10am. i even made it to my 8am lecture. 

but now at 2.30am, the clock is ticking and i'm frustrated because i can't seem to sleep.

and then i concluded that it's probably because for the first time in a long long while, i haven't been to work on a thursday afternoon and hence am too alive and energised. i almost feel as if i'm able to stay up till 6am... alive enough to make it to the gym and then for afternoon workshop in uni.

then again, it could also be because i just watched &lt;a href="http://dirtydancing.com.au/"&gt;dirtydancing&lt;/a&gt; which featured a male dancer with nice mus-kels (not like the lobsided-butt ballet dancer), hence deeming my mind unfit for rest. (hey! i couldn't help it! we sat on the first row so we could see everrrrythiiiingggg people probably &lt;i&gt;couldn't&lt;/i&gt; see from the back. at least i didn't nosebleed) 

dancing. 
i am inspired.
go figure. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112680289271867670?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112680289271867670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112680289271867670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112680289271867670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112680289271867670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-of-my-life.html' title='Time of My Life'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112666863509612479</id><published>2005-09-14T13:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:30:35.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Livestrong. yea whatever</title><content type='html'>nothing beats seeing someone dance the para para and admiring his mus-kels in the gym.

but mr strong does come close.

you see, i met mr strong in the gym today. he was on the threadmill in front of me and decided to run in a very odd manner. but then the only reason why i noticed his fists punching the floor while he was running (try imagining that) was because he had &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; livestrong bands on his wrists. (1 on the left and 2 on the right). the bands are bad enough on their own. but if you were to wear multiple bands, at least choose bands with different messages. i mean, how many times do you need to be reminded to LIVESTRONG. 

mr strong then decided to hike up the speed and that made me reaaal worried because he looked like he was going to fly off the threadmill. thankfully he ain't fit enough and decided to cause me less worry but more entertainment when he slammed the emergency button within 2 mins of running.

mr strong decided to check out the weights to my amusement but i shan't continue. 

in case i get into trouble for being &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/archives/2005/09/12/two_bloggers_charged_under_sedit.html"&gt;an insensitive blogger&lt;/a&gt;. 

then again, i'm not in singapore. but you never know since they are able to track down every pink-ic holder. 

but seriously, all this big fuss over nothing. haven't these singaporeans come to the realisation &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; that great power comes with great responsibility?

yes, free speech is good. but no, don't expect it to come your way if you're going to continue acting like that. 

(and if i were to chip in a christian's point of view. the bible says "whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much...... so if you have not been trustworthy in handling worldly wealth, who will trust you with true riches?" i know the bible's talking about money...but surely you can see its point. no?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112666863509612479?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112666863509612479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112666863509612479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112666863509612479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112666863509612479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/livestrong-yea-whatever.html' title='Livestrong. &lt;i&gt;yea whatever&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112656893444416266</id><published>2005-09-13T09:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:48:54.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42823214/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/42823214_f4d1607d74.jpg" width="384" height="383" alt="southpark su 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt; on earth &lt;a href="http://www.dubdew.com"&gt;w&lt;/a&gt; (w. &lt;i&gt;dubdew&lt;/i&gt;. w. &lt;i&gt;dubdew&lt;/i&gt;. get it, &lt;i&gt;chewren&lt;/i&gt;?) managed to make my hair look like...well...my hair... is beyond me. 



then again, she's the mac geek.

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42823801/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/42823801_8bafcc8be9.jpg" width="382" height="383" alt="southpark w" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

so she knows best. 


(and if you looked hard enough, you'd realise i have fangs too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112656893444416266?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112656893444416266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112656893444416266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112656893444416266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112656893444416266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112650335120422186</id><published>2005-09-12T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:35:51.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*su in southpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42593961/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/42593961_6c639386d9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42593961/"&gt;southpark&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hurhur. i'm now a southpark character. complete with dark eye circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you &lt;a href="http://www.vexatori.de/zib/spstudio.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112650335120422186?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112650335120422186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112650335120422186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112650335120422186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112650335120422186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/su-in-southpark.html' title='*su in southpark'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112644536441894021</id><published>2005-09-11T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:33:38.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Telltale Signs</title><content type='html'>o yes.

you know you're a geek when you can remember your library card barcode number

:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112644536441894021?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112644536441894021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112644536441894021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112644536441894021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112644536441894021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/telltale-signs.html' title='Telltale Signs'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112644195346341544</id><published>2005-09-11T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:17:45.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It did not rain on us :)</title><content type='html'>considering we were advised to start setting up our stall at 530 (and trust me there ARE people who dig for stuff at 6 in the morning with their torch lights. very very dodgy. this guy even stole gie's shoes to sell at his own stall. humphf)...we decided that sleeping at 2 in the morning was going to be really stupid cause we'd have to wake up an hour later to load our stuff anyway.


&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42274506/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/42274506_f7a3342571.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="In the beginning" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
and with this much stuff you'd think we'd have to spend alot of time loading. our things alone couldnt fit into lou's car....so..just imagine. :)

with very bad skin and dark eye circles, lou sof and i joined the rest of them - gie, viv and janice and we had ALOT OF CLOTHES. people couldnt help telling us that too. 

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42274585/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/42274585_a1482fdfae.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Heaps of clothes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
we werent done with arranging all the clothes. then again we couldnt arrange &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the clothes on this table cause we had too many. 

and though it did not rain on us, what people did not know was that behind the counter were a few very very cold girls.

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42274764/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/42274764_0360d7f7f1_o.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="Behind the scenes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

so after a few hours, we had to start doing that damned &lt;i&gt;auntie&lt;/i&gt; thing...and that was to lelong. we tried every thing: (we are vicmart inspired workers) "t...tw..two..twoo...TWOO DOR-LAR!  "two dor-lar! two dor-lar!" "everything...TWOOOOOO DOR-LARRRR!!!!" and i think we managed to amuse people more than anything else. but we did make some money so it's fine.

&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/42274877/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/42274877_4bdb2b51a3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Twooooo Dor-lah!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

i'm all cough-choke-sputter now and though i'm slightly richer, i still have to do a report. but it's all good. it's alllll goooooood. *yawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112644195346341544?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112644195346341544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112644195346341544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112644195346341544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112644195346341544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-did-not-rain-on-us.html' title='It did not rain on us :)'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112636842364075501</id><published>2005-09-11T02:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:07:03.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>4 hours</title><content type='html'>to camberwell market!

lou and i have enough for 2 stalls already. i cannot imagine what it's going to be like when we have 5 people's things. 

MAYHEM!

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112636842364075501?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112636842364075501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112636842364075501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112636842364075501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112636842364075501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/4-hours.html' title='4 hours'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112628125999966151</id><published>2005-09-10T01:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:54:20.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>thanks to a friendly fellow gym user who put his cd in the player, i discovered indian music (the kind that they dance to in movies) was a joy to exercise to. yes.



its nice and rainy outside and all i want to do is snuggle in bed. 

the weather forecast for sunday has changed! thank God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112628125999966151?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112628125999966151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112628125999966151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112628125999966151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112628125999966151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-112623674556892921</id><published>2005-09-09T13:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:32:25.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/41609943/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/41609943_ea61b3dd2c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/41609943/"&gt;weather&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/"&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because it's a lovely 19 degrees out there, i thought i should go for a swim after i get the mail. but my plans were thwarted when some dodgy guy from upstairs started talking to me in the lift and asking whether i wanted to go for a swim with him which of course i rejected with some lame excuse. now that i cant go for my swim, i'm not very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looking at the rainy-2-10 degrees weather forecast for Sunday...i'm getting even more cross. sunday market how!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284340-112623674556892921?l=presh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/112623674556892921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284340&amp;postID=112623674556892921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112623674556892921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/112623674556892921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/09/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
