<?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-10431263</id><updated>2011-08-16T00:10:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always h o p i n g</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-4281759833498262494</id><published>2009-10-18T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:20:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easier to be a pessimist.</title><content type='html'>the older i am. the more capable i am of appreciating the lyrics of songs which i listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they used to be just sounds- i dont really understand what is the message. nothing resonate with me anyway. now they are stories and sometimes one of them resonate with me &amp;amp; get stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the older i am the more sensitive i am to people. what they stand for and they mean to me.  perceptions changes &amp;amp; suddenly i duno what they stand for. I wont be trying to ask for answers.  i understand myself more with time &amp;amp; i shall stop thinking that i am scared of aging.  i sometimes wish i have the wealth of experience, the forsight to make the best decisions that only comes with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a journey- to slowly savoured and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will come , will come. someone said it is easier to be a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will settle for a little dash of hope in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-4281759833498262494?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/4281759833498262494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=4281759833498262494' title='0 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happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen; will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-8411124194517429625?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/8411124194517429625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=8411124194517429625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/8411124194517429625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/8411124194517429625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-doesnt-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-9010405087222262207</id><published>2009-09-13T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:38:15.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>i had a bad day... every slightest thing could rub me the wrong way , make me roll my eyes in distaste and feel disgusted. makes me want to keep myself and ignore the people next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this PMS? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always in a state of hoping, waiting, wondering &amp;amp; knowing there is no happy ending. it is tough.  not moving forward in the right way. &amp;amp; how do i stop myself from doing so? truly &amp;amp; completely understand why people sometimes knowingly do the wrong things even though they could choose not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-9010405087222262207?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/9010405087222262207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=9010405087222262207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/9010405087222262207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/9010405087222262207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-6565119705241230826</id><published>2009-09-06T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:25:46.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomato face</title><content type='html'>i haven blush this hard in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face was burning and i was so very embarrassed. i felt like i was transported back into secondary sch coz that was the last time i blushed so hard &amp;amp; i blushed over the same kind of issue as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGR- teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people really didnt have to be so gleeful that they have something to entertain themselves with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but regardless of the teasing, it is nice to be able to see the colleague again. &amp;amp; i am not really sure when is the next time gonna be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-6565119705241230826?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/6565119705241230826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=6565119705241230826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/6565119705241230826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/6565119705241230826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomato-face.html' title='tomato face'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-1920885316684327505</id><published>2009-09-06T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:20:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too late</title><content type='html'>i always hate those scenes in idol dramas when the lead characters missed bumping into each other by mere twist of fate. or simply having a time difference of 3 seconds. or simply choosing to turn different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is heart wrenching to know and witness that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is never straight forward isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my hopes dashed TWICE by murphy's law. i am pretty crushed to say the least. the feeling of burst balloons must be what i am experiencing now. i am just left with airs of disappointments so bad that i feel like crying. cause by no choice of mine, i disappointed my best buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish so badly to make my promise come true &amp;amp; its killing me that i cant fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-1920885316684327505?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/1920885316684327505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=1920885316684327505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1920885316684327505'/><link rel='self' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-7782316499136150955</id><published>2009-07-11T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:02:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.i.s.s</title><content type='html'>i had no idea i could miss anyone so much. but i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as though there is literately a hole in the heart which only that person could fill.  i just feel so uncomfortable with myself. so lovesick. so unlike me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-7782316499136150955?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-603184296606139052</id><published>2009-04-28T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:10:46.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong wrong wrong</title><content type='html'>i am still hoping. hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-603184296606139052?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/603184296606139052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=603184296606139052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/603184296606139052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/603184296606139052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrong-wrong-wrong.html' title='wrong wrong wrong'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-2584689659679223683</id><published>2009-04-02T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:22:42.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>so i think he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will miss him when he is gone. colleagues come &amp;amp; go but i am glad to have met him coz... he is cute! hahahahaha. at least i will have memories if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, colleague's spastic teasing abt us just brings back memories of secondary school. the days when we get teased  mercilessly and are named as Mrs bleahh bleahh. it is bittersweet thinking abt it. i really liked the boy whom i had a crush on. he was the only guy whom i have a full blown crush on. the type which you constantly wonder would you bump into him in sch? would you be able to queue behind him during recess time?  i waited for him in IRC. I sneaked glances at him...&amp;amp; he like me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jock n the nerd! the cute jock and with the four eyed nerd! are a pair. what a storybook pairing. anyway. we didnt last. in fact, it lasted so shortly n improperly that i wondered was it all a fragment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder did he truly like me or is it because of peer pressure.i would think its peer pressure. i wonder what was it that we had in that few months when we were too shy to even hold hands properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now. we are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i love memories. sweet n bitter. funny n teary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-2584689659679223683?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/2584689659679223683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=2584689659679223683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/2584689659679223683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/2584689659679223683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2009/04/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-2462427438299685618</id><published>2009-03-16T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:09:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing a job</title><content type='html'>i am tryin hard to persuade a friend to stick to her job. its a devil wears prada job. glam on the outside totally not glam on the inside. stress level exteme high. she has a knack for getting jobs that wears her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a habit of being employed for doing (much). there was a period of time when i was super busy but then again, it trickles down into nothingness and i guess this is a cycle which i like and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grass is always greener on the other side but i like my side of the grass just fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i hope peeps dont lose their job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were saying that the company could be sold n swallowed up and us the worker bees will get swallowed up into nothingless and just get retrenched or fired. will that really really happen?! sounds like something in the newspapers that companies that bought over and workers get retrenched. its too scary to think that the company could the one that i am working in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the products that i am in charge aint doing well. i had always secretly entertained the thought that i will be fired due to reduncy. but realllY! if i am a buyer, i wouldnt buy the products which iam supposed to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where bosses rules the day. i think the creative agency i work with is a bit too much. i feel like i am being bullied!!!!! and i am the client! i just ... kinda feel scared that this person might be angry at me, and its just silly and stupid for me to feel this way and i cant help it. !!!+X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf has been promoted and so has his working days. he practically work 7 days and 9 hours each day. he has his school stuff to work on and he really likes me to do his essay and shitty stuff. but i dont think so. i am so outta that phrase and i wouldnt be use that way like some ghost writter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp- its SCH! you are supposed to learn and be enriched &amp;amp; not taking short cut. worse- askin me to do something which is so distant &amp;amp; i cant barely get it. bleah. so yah. best if u rely on urself for this aspect, try as i might i dont think i am of help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-2462427438299685618?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/2462427438299685618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=2462427438299685618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/2462427438299685618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/2462427438299685618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-job.html' title='losing a job'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-4891898442909998501</id><published>2008-10-12T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:01:26.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worries</title><content type='html'>i nvr worried abt things so much until i started a permanent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd.  this worrying feeling is awful. =C i have regressed into playing collapse to de-stress. finally score one millon points~! YA! though my index finger hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently know some1 who is actually quite sweet and just generally A Good Guy. but Good Guy gets dumped and there is no happy ending. that is the experiences in life. i guess there is nothing rewarding to be Good person... ppl think u r easy to bully and cheat, think you say-yes to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really undestand why that friend insist on thinking of the other party as a good person too, esp since it wasnt a mutual decision? as a friend, really want to see him to move on. dwelling in the past is just a bad way of living life. to me, if u were dumped, u remain dumped. hahaha. guess, it sounds harsh. but how often do you pick up something u thrown away months ago??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i fully understand its none of my business. its kinda sad and sweet to know there are so many eat-love peeps out there though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-1095887554998991883</id><published>2008-10-04T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:39:32.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncontrollable</title><content type='html'>its uncontrollable who and what of i think of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of whose eyes and smile do i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of whose arms and embrace do i want to hide under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts in my waking moments just kind of wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-1095887554998991883?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-987849000538821138</id><published>2008-07-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:36:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how did it all happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how did it all happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i was where i were today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how did it all happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it's in me that you place your faith?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how did it all happen, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i was in a daze...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i doubt that i know, but;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats when i count my blessings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i know what-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it must be because i met you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-987849000538821138?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/987849000538821138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=987849000538821138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/987849000538821138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/987849000538821138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-did-it-all-happen.html' title='how did it all happen?'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-1741094178802568329</id><published>2008-07-08T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:50:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leavin</title><content type='html'>i truly feel very sad that one of my boss is leavin for greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genuinely sad. from the bottom of my broken heart-sad. sad that she is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, a bit exagerrated but u get the idea. =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r truly a very nice person inside out. i duno what farewell prezzie to get!!!:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-1741094178802568329?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-6077869108136648323</id><published>2008-06-06T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:47:06.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unreasonable</title><content type='html'>i know i  am perfectionally irrationally unreasonable towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat?! i am mistreating him in a way. but so what? i want to see how would he take it. if he would humour me and pacify even if i am wrong. i want to see how far would he go just to make mi smile @ him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently. it is not very far. guess he is too egotistical then. or he cant be bothered. or he just dont care. like what the hell is wrong with me, he must be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno. i just want to test the limits i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;a day with no bosses yet i still ot. zzzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-6077869108136648323?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/6077869108136648323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=6077869108136648323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/6077869108136648323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/6077869108136648323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2008/06/unreasonable.html' title='unreasonable'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-1566275931201140744</id><published>2008-04-01T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:23:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves to...</title><content type='html'>love no 1&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but there is plenty of sales around!and plenty of good bargains to be picked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the new shoppin queen! i still got a office skirt, a dress, a knitted top, 2 pairs of heels, 2 pairs of flip flops , 5 pairs of earrings that r untouched! i duno if i am overbudget. i just hope that i am not toooooo over budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love no 2&lt;br /&gt;well, despite i hate waking up to go work. i love work. hahaha. i gotta psycho myself that i love work coz i will be working for the next 50 years. love to work so that i can continue loving my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i feel i am learning a lot. and i am happy;)))))))))))))))) things improved with me being there and i only wanna keep improving! stay positive and motivated. coz my boss are great folks. unlike... unpredictable bossboss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. no gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my finance colleague. leaving. haix. she came one week later than me! and she found new job already. such is the vibrant damm good market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-1566275931201140744?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/1566275931201140744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=1566275931201140744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1566275931201140744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1566275931201140744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2008/04/loves-to.html' title='loves to...'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-7340723976175459235</id><published>2007-12-29T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T15:26:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worrywart</title><content type='html'>what did i do in the year 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished my internship at MCIS, promptly got hired at Hella, quite six months later, started my part time degree, started at OCBC, quite one month later and i slacked for the rest of the year. not to mention i finally got attached again after a window period of ... three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there r lotsa things i could have done better. no wish to dwell on it but really, i am very determined to make sure the same mistakes dun happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;determination is a very important quality that every1 should have. of course it should be put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to jas talk just simply amplified the importance of determination and the also ... the theory of no pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her straight As wasnt simply there becoz she was natually gifted and geniusly-disgustingly smart. but becoz of the untold sweat, tears and hard work she put into mugging. every single day, every waking moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sound horrified at how much effort she had put into those years of mugging. but then again, it only proves that you gotta work hard to achieve what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should put her down as my role model on how to achieve something you want. i duno how well( badly) i done for my exams coz good ole SMa cant even give us a date to expect release of resoults. ahem*LOUSY*ahem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the coming year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to worry less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a&lt;br /&gt;charmed life!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know. *dream...on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this coming year, i am practising more positive thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-7340723976175459235?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/7340723976175459235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=7340723976175459235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/7340723976175459235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/7340723976175459235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/12/worrywart.html' title='worrywart'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-5551173007760184232</id><published>2007-08-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:39:34.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight</title><content type='html'>so,as i feared, i really talked too much on my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mother has never been so angry at me in recent  times, just cause i overshot my phonebill by 50 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FREAKING WHAT???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just cut down for the rest of my life and do u need to scream the way u did at me&gt;&gt;&gt;??? knowing full well your daughter hates anything louder than a whisper. angry la. so what so what. i will throw the money at ur face to pay the bill lor, if it matters so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least u achieved ur aim, i so angry, no mood to talk anyway. ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless who u r, it just totallly pissed mi off when u screamed at me. what in the world cant u speak nicely about? did i just steal all ur money and cut away your limb. freaking stupid!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll, guess what. ur son is not talking to u. n ur daughter is gonna follow the example he set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe we r at loggerheads over a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll, fuck it!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like being screamed at!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ths is M1's fault more than any1 lor. where got incoming still charge so bloooody high??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-5551173007760184232?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/5551173007760184232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=5551173007760184232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/5551173007760184232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/5551173007760184232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/08/fight.html' title='fight'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-4840342662599465470</id><published>2007-07-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:53:13.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shy</title><content type='html'>been talking on the phone a lot with ZH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being 27, he thinks and prepares for marriage... which i really... approve. hahahahah. in fact, at 20, i appreciate and love it! 20 is young, but already i do think of marriage.... though not thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down, there is nothing more i want than a romance, a relationship and a marriage that my parents have. they didnt need to have a lot of bfs/gfs before deciding that they met some1 they want to spent the rest of the lifetime through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he already told me his monthly salary, his goals and what he wants in life. how he would disciplline his kids. he already wonders do i think whether what he can provide for me is enough or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys before and after gotten the girl in his hand, can BE SO FREAKIN DIFFERENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will he treat me the way he does now?&lt;br /&gt;9 outta 10 wont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-4840342662599465470?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/4840342662599465470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=4840342662599465470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/4840342662599465470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/4840342662599465470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/07/shy.html' title='shy'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-6832790583832660210</id><published>2007-07-25T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:54:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how long does it take to realize that you are in love with someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i take very long n i expect other people i.e my potential significant others to be just as cautious as me. i have no interest to began a relationship without thoroughly knowing some1 and break up becoz of the above reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz, yah, my dear POS, once i again i said NO to a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahahhahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant figure it out! how come guys can decide so fast? they r obviously not using their brain right? using their lower body to dictate their decisions regarding girls and relationships. okay, maybe its not the case, but still, i cant feeling this way lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come think of it, my previous relationship, years ago with a undergrad started very soon after knowing each other too. n it broke apart just as soon. i am just eager not to have history repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( cause i think, i kinda like this guy. i love the way he protects me and ... just takes care of me. i've been looking for a shoulder to lean and maybe, just maybe this time, i had really chanced upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is he looking for a two way relationship as well or just something superficial to pass his time? but judging from his character, he doesnt seem like the sort. but then, i only know him for 2 weeks. but then, its the feeling that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is always 2 sides of a coin. A  reason for a cause. a rebuttal for a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can continue this until the next century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  here is the exact exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi:"..... can u be my girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi:"No la!! know u how long only?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-6832790583832660210?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/6832790583832660210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=6832790583832660210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/6832790583832660210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/6832790583832660210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-fast.html' title='too fast'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-3471272755736557914</id><published>2007-07-22T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:54:34.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game of love</title><content type='html'>u know, i am capable of askin a guy out.&lt;br /&gt;like, askin whoever to go cycling.&lt;br /&gt;to go eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;to go watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like blue sky with fluffy white clouds. the heavy rain a few days ago made us late to office for about 1 hour. that is a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue sky with white clouds is the best combo. and sunshine. i love the weather in Spore. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tough to shop with a guy. i really feel sorry for guys who shop with girls if they have no interest / willingness in the first place. hahahahaha. i dont like it. but once in a while, its fun!! esp when what u say matters. if not, bring u along for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys have dilemma whether to buy long/ three-quarter pants.  they take 20 min just to try a pair of pants. so yah lor, we r the same in some cases. patience is a virtue!!!!!!!!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-3471272755736557914?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/3471272755736557914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=3471272755736557914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/3471272755736557914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/3471272755736557914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/07/game-of-love.html' title='game of love'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-3789241169035338877</id><published>2007-05-20T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:19:29.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do not know why</title><content type='html'>in terms of r/s, i duno what i want. okay, i do. but not specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seek perfection. unless u r IT, then u r not.  but still, i know there can never be perfection, but in eyes of some1 smitten, every flaw is not a flaw but something else to be giggled upon. at least i used to think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refused to go out with you, cause, i do not want to send mixed signals. i seen friends' crush who felt they had chance when really ...the girl knows he does NOT STAND a chance. everything she did could be interpreted as mixed signals. i thought that was cruel n i never want to do something that i despiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again... is it because i think too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway... i dont know who am i lookin for to complete the hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i try? trying is tiring too in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if u never try, u never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just when i am ready to give it a chance, the guys turns his head n becomes dishearted. n in the end, all i accomplised was to chased away some1 who will treat me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i am not even playin hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into K-couple, n they looked like some old married couple who r past caring about looking good for each other.  n they r only 20. though granted, they were just back from a neighborhood library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. maybe i am just more vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-3789241169035338877?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/3789241169035338877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=3789241169035338877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/3789241169035338877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/3789241169035338877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-do-not-know-why.html' title='i do not know why'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-2617425933843833920</id><published>2007-05-12T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:06:30.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>i really duno what is the problem with me. why am i so reluctant to just to know some1 better with no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend once said when a guy confesses it spoils everything. i used to disagree. coz if u like some1, u should let that some1 know. but it takes extreme sensitivity n smarts to know when is a good time to confess. i think i nthis case, its always beettter to late than early. if you let the girl know too early, she is on her guard n its harder to progress even just as friends. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go out or not to go out? to know him better or not? the truth is i dun even noe i wanna noe him better or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i agree to go out, does this equate to giving him hope? only to dashed it? then if its really dashed... our friendship is gonna be akward as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess i've arrived at the crux of the matter. blame it on my star sign. i just want friends, need friends, more than i need a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the dating game. i should go be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i can see he really cares abt what i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got time. i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-2617425933843833920?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/2617425933843833920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=2617425933843833920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/2617425933843833920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/2617425933843833920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-1489091970333122508</id><published>2007-03-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:26:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beauty is in the eye of the beholder.this morning at unity primary school, a cute girl with a pair of big, doubled eyelid eyes stood in front of me and announced to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she:" i think u r pretty."&lt;br /&gt;me: "i think u r prettier!"&lt;br /&gt;but my heart feels very happy of course.kekkeke.&lt;br /&gt;she:" i like your eyes! They are not like mine..."&lt;br /&gt;me:" Y??? your eyes are bigger , i think yours are prettier."&lt;br /&gt;she:" Your eyes dun have the line, coz mine is double eyelids. my mother say double eyelids not nice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. stunned.OMG. i was pretty (kekek) shocked!!!!! why would a mother tell her daughter who has a pair of big bright eyes that her eyes are not pretty???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, little girl, u duno how much jiejie here wants a pair of double eyelid eyes which are big , bright and pretty just like yours.ur mom should get her brain checked. PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she has effectively forced her idea of beauty into your young mind and maybe rocked ur self-esteem just a bit. wait til u grew up, i am sure u will be a big beauty!=) and crushed boy's heart left,right centre and everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this school's children seem to like me a lot. hahaha. no joke leh. i was alone... not!! not with 5 little kids who crowded around me in a bid to help me. they were my store assistants, temp promoters and advertisers. realllly thanks bery much. thanks for really helpin and never messed anything up even tho u all were just 9/10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was realllly sweet of u all. and nope, i wont be there next year, some other sister will be there. by then u probably have forgotten about me bbut really, thanks for even thinking abt something so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, outsiders have the best view of what is inside of u. a parent commented that i am very patient with children who were all screamin ard me, and yet i remained as calm as ever to keep askin them to speak softer.yes, rachie, guess u r right. patience is in built with me when it comes to situation like this. if u ask for me to have patience regarding waiting for web page to load... i have none for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really will be a sch teacher just like the way my mother wants me to be ideally. anyway, i cant find any corporate co to even interview me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i had been backstabbed. AGAIN BY THE SAME BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she is a TOTAL POISONOUS BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she has no reason to hate me . i dun even come into contact with her on a frequent basis!! i didnt do anything to her, so how could i even done anything wrong to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tried to poison my supervisor the first lunch i wasnt in the picture. but luckily, supervisor...is clear enough about the whole picture.in conclusion...even my supervisor said she have no reason to hate mi. but she just does. coz i got a face which she dun like. thats fine. i dun need every1 to like my face. but not every1 who hates any1's face goes ard and intentionally talk bad abt that person ,ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has no reason to hate me. but i have every reason to hate her til the day she drops dead.i already know she dont like mi. i just duno she hated mi this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, i am clueless. forgive me. i tend to believe in the good of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am stabbed again and again, all i want is justice for myself.after knowing the truth only to discover i am so dumb to be stabbed , i still conclude that i am happier knowing the truth. even though i am BLOODY ANGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fâché fâché!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, snowwhites wanna-bes are even more selfish, evil, scary, poisonous, manipulative, scheming and capricious ,than the queen herself.i am sadded by this specimen of the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cases like this, makes mi ashamed that i am part of the human race. thanks to the buddies i have in firewire. for some reason, that poisonous bitch painted me as some1 who has no friends and is employed as a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys ensured me thats wrong and i am really glad for it. i have good friends.best friends and buddies like u guys... so even tho its just a few, i am glad enough.really emotional these days. i am trying to cry only for happy things now...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-1489091970333122508?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/1489091970333122508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=1489091970333122508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1489091970333122508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1489091970333122508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/03/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title=''/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-1620100575234362406</id><published>2007-02-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:01:49.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ct64cJLm43Y/RdG9KRUQTcI/AAAAAAAAADY/0NVcxbzf_Pw/s1600-h/thumb_EN07_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031010242894253506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ct64cJLm43Y/RdG9KRUQTcI/AAAAAAAAADY/0NVcxbzf_Pw/s320/thumb_EN07_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ct64cJLm43Y/RdG8NRUQTbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VS_cxEeU7Q0/s1600-h/thumb_elva55.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ct64cJLm43Y/RdG8HxUQTaI/AAAAAAAAADI/LXa9rGlbb3E/s1600-h/elva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031009100432952738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ct64cJLm43Y/RdG8HxUQTaI/AAAAAAAAADI/LXa9rGlbb3E/s320/elva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost same angle. but i think got big diff. i think its just the make up gets better and thicker. haiz. time to learn how to put fake eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-1620100575234362406?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/1620100575234362406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=1620100575234362406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1620100575234362406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/1620100575234362406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/02/elva.html' title='elva'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ct64cJLm43Y/RdG9KRUQTcI/AAAAAAAAADY/0NVcxbzf_Pw/s72-c/thumb_EN07_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-4281498977724630359</id><published>2007-02-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday</title><content type='html'>oh, just feel like droppin a post here dun-ask-me-why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am developing a mania for ELVA HSIAO COZ SHE SINGS WELL and has small eyes like me. but she makes them look big after her fake eyelashes and layers of mascara and god knows what else. kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is Vday. the bery commercialised festival for the big flashy parade of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i feel sad. iam not part of a couple just like my previous 19 years. i wonder y. maybe i should ask a guy out instead of the other way round.  at least i know i like this person in the first place. its so depressing to reject ppl. kekekekek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sense things lor. he said, i booked 2 movie tickets, and my friend cant make it tmr. and i need to find a person to replace him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much truth is there in wat he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i think abt it, i think i get more annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its just W-day. i can hope for surprises but i dont think i will have any. and tmr, i dont wish to see any lovey-dovey couples next to me when i take public transport. their skin will burn with my acidic jealousy/enviousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i cant attract guys whom i can like them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work isnt challenging at all. boring repetitive myopia inducing admin data entries. i dont like it at all. i have a colleague who told mi she like data entry. GOSH, there ARE ppl who like data entry!!!!!!!! lol. one man's poison is the other's meat, huh. i cant do it for the WHOLE DAY lah.  i got 2 short an attention span. i rather be on the move. sitting there doing those admin work is so motivation-less. nothing to spur me on. there is no salary. no reward. sO. how to find motivation to keep going and going and GOING!!!!?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-4281498977724630359?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/4281498977724630359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=4281498977724630359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/4281498977724630359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/4281498977724630359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday.html' title='Vday'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114255588302616178</id><published>2006-03-17T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:33.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all over</title><content type='html'>results are already out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldnt check it if no one mentions it our on-going lets-go-out-emails which still never materialise... well, at least something good DiD materialised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki........ i wanna start  a new blog le. this blog is gettin too long to republish everytime.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114255588302616178?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114255588302616178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114255588302616178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114255588302616178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114255588302616178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-over.html' title='all over'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114230838968442845</id><published>2006-03-14T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:33.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staff meetin</title><content type='html'>i am workin in PM and FA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not mad. just that PM only lemme work 2 days and how can i possibly stay at home the rest of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... we had a staff meetin for PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the manager treated us to the Rice Table. first time went there, and the indonesian food is quite shoick! spicy! nice! wHAHAHAHA. buffet style. but none of us crew had a bottomless stomache as she hoped us to have. but i of course tried to stuff myself... while tryin not look like a greedy pig... it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, she treated us to the coffee bean where we had our staff meetin. not a really formal place but the manner was. she even had me to write the minutes and type it out for her. personally i feel quite suay to be tasked with this...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that new guy ( newer than me anyway...) was a Shawn Yue lookable. *WAH- couldnt believe my eyes. even xue yun said he is cute! lol.and he also happens to be a reallllly typical lame teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i never worked with him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup, i met up with KT and she is backed from tioman, lookin as black as ash. HA. but she likes it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to start life anew. stop sinkin into puddle mud. wants to feel clean, fresh and positive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much energy and strength and determinance for her is neeeded to achieve that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness for her is always comes with more pain than happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am learning so much from her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114230838968442845?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114230838968442845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114230838968442845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114230838968442845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114230838968442845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/staff-meetin.html' title='staff meetin'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114213268036185074</id><published>2006-03-12T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:32.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little boy</title><content type='html'>stood in the crowded  train, as usual, after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,  a little boy who was just so impossibly cute caught our attention when his dad boarded the train with him on the shoulder. julie was so gaga over him. i guess we were sorta gossipin abt him... keep talkin abt how cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he heard us. he &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; have heard us. must have known we were lookin at him, talkin abt him... for when his dad carried him out of the train cabin, he was usin his small, chubby hand to  wave goodbye at me ( ! ) until he could no longer strain his little neck to look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! wHAHAHAH... how cute is that! i was shocked! i wonder if his dad knew who his boy was wavin to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114213268036185074?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114213268036185074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114213268036185074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114213268036185074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114213268036185074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-boy.html' title='the little boy'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114189830002704540</id><published>2006-03-09T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun+happy</title><content type='html'>*cheeeeeers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to seoul garden after about 2 years of absence !!!! didnt noe they now have COFFEE chicken... sounds weird enuff to put me off tastin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm nice lah... went there with my sec sch buddies, reallllly chill out atmospheere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swop gossip, swop opinions and just enjoy!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me... in any circle of friends, there must be that someone who takes the initiative to ask people out to gather. and its tiring to be always that someone. if some people always say &lt;em&gt;dont-know-see-how or worse... NO REPLY AT ALL&lt;/em&gt;, i wonder how to maintain the friendships. it simple makes u feel that that idiot dun appreciate your efforts ... and just makes u feel stupid that u even thot that the someone would WANT to meet up with u in the first place. turns out that u r way down at the priority list and that the friendship isnt that important to the other party in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whateeVer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just glad thats not true in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad , i dun have my cam phone or else this would be loaded with pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mi and my friend's idea of a single scoop differs so much, it is absolutely hilarious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;her single scoop was like, 3X of mine. i am amazed at her,,, to think she wanna lose weight... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feeL like i wan to go Kbox, with CY and Alvin and others. go there and piao ge ... sure damm shoick and sizzlers for YF's bday plus bugis with my motorola best bud and meet up with KT and also with X-D... all plannin in progress, duno schedule can fit or not... and duno got enough monee or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday i am workin hard... not for momentary gains, but workin hard to maintain my treasured friendships.*=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114189830002704540?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114189830002704540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114189830002704540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114189830002704540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114189830002704540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/funhappy.html' title='fun+happy'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114174325879159157</id><published>2006-03-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:32.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally watched a movie</title><content type='html'>yah!* cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally went to watch a movie in a cinema after monnnthhhs of sloggin away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bolted out of my workplace ASAP once my friend came to find me. and rushed to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, unlike the usual me, i didnt plan to watch this movie months ahead. this is no blockbuster. no big hoop-ha. no promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a small budget , NC16 Aussie indie-horror flick. instead of the big budget Underworld sequel or Final Destination or the Oscars nominated movies. althou i would love to watch Transamerica... too bad, its r21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend didnt like it. But i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *whHAHAHAHAH. except for the horrible lighting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114174325879159157?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114174325879159157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114174325879159157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114174325879159157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114174325879159157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-watched-movie.html' title='finally watched a movie'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114166289084054390</id><published>2006-03-07T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am touched</title><content type='html'>PM actually bought me a belated birthday present from FOX. ... ... !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am surprised and touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel i should have more&lt;em&gt; attachment&lt;/em&gt; to it than i now currently have... or else i feel like an ingrateful idiot who dun appreciate the few good things handed to me in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish such things dun happen. the better the people treat u, the worse they actually make u feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not prepared to feel like family there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114166289084054390?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114166289084054390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114166289084054390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114166289084054390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114166289084054390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-touched.html' title='i am touched'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114127832862607791</id><published>2006-03-02T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:31.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new hobby</title><content type='html'>hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geeky me has a few hobbies. for example, i love to wear spectacles ( cause i am lazy) and i love to read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these hobbies are considered old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my not-so-old hobbies, they include jogging ( only in the morning ) and blog reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, along the way, there are some bad hobbies i need to change like, bingeing... shopping-spreeing... *guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my latest hobby?? which i dun forsee any reasons to overcome in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surfin and changing blogskins!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is as if u r going to the library and tryin to find a book u would like to read. going to a cd shop and browsing through the cd covers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its perfect for idling those time away while feelin u done something a tiny bit more productive than just mere television watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and along the way, i usually chance upon blogskins which just reminds me of my friends. its so &lt;em&gt;THEM...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever them are. and its as if u can buy present and present it to ur friend...*pun, notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it dun costs a thing! *WHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they do think it suits them, and uses my recommendation to update their blogskins, i get a sense of satisfaction that i've done something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definately better than just television watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114127832862607791?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114127832862607791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114127832862607791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114127832862607791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114127832862607791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-hobby.html' title='new hobby'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114092906935149553</id><published>2006-02-26T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the person who wrote our pledge died!</title><content type='html'>well, silly me didnt realize that the man who wrote the Pledge was alive until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bad. i am sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remenber how tabloids are supposed to take a softer angle towards even the hard news?? TNP came up with the Lovesick angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool. it really has appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of just portrayin mr s rajaratnam as a man with ideas, it potrayed him as a man who was true to his love til the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr S. Rajaratnam, who died at 90, has a Hungarian wife whom he courted durin  the world war two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his wife died of pneumonia in 1989, and it is suffice to say he was effectively sufferin from a broken heart thereafter. they had no children... i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would sit in their bedroom, brooding, drowning in lonelines?? for what does it really feel to lose ur true love... forever? and never to find someone worthy as a replacement for you know she cant never, ever has someone to replace her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only mr s. rajaratnam who was such a example of everlastin love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our previous president, was just as eat-love. Mr Ong Teng Chong,  wrote hundreds of love letters to his wife and on the day before he died, he played on the piano, all the songs they had shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another previous president, Mr Wee Kim Wee kept a list of his wife's fav songs in a secret folder. and they were married for 69 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt so sweet. i wished i lived in the previous generations where people didnt have high divorce rates, who could stay faithful to each other even in the most turbulent times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they proved true love do exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for politicians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114092906935149553?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114092906935149553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114092906935149553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114092906935149553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114092906935149553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/person-who-wrote-our-pledge-died.html' title='the person who wrote our pledge died!'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114084298090599930</id><published>2006-02-25T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make up</title><content type='html'>i am thinkin, i reallly should put in more effort in makin myself look more attractive and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be more girly. enthusiatic in dollin up, rather than going out in my naked bland face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read a classic blog entry on xiaxue's blog entitled &lt;em&gt;xiaxue=makeup.&lt;/em&gt; and thats y i think i should be investin in cosmetics. *WHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dollin up aint just for the sake of appealin to the guys, for the guys aint the point. i duno, if u see a pretty face with life and radiance, you would feel better abt urself right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she used test score as an analogy.  if you know with make up you can score 90 points, why would you want to score just a passin rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so along with tryin to revamp my wardrobe, i have to stock up on new cosmetics! *wAHHAHahHAHA. ( another excuse for prolonged shoppin spree..! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, if only my vainess can outweigh my laziness...=P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114084298090599930?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114084298090599930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114084298090599930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114084298090599930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114084298090599930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-up.html' title='make up'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114058660435233214</id><published>2006-02-22T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet 2006</title><content type='html'>the end of our chalet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend less than 24 hours there and i am back here again, eager to record down my memories before i forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played pool for 2 hours and our game was reallllllllly slow, coz most of us were beginners. we played in pairs and i just pass on the harder shots to alex or syazwan, dependin who has the rotten luck to be pairin with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i managed some self-considered tough shots ( !! ) which made me feel very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to take some cheapo &lt;em&gt;neoprint&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, neoprint! KK wont take coz he thinks his hair look ugly. so whatever, we had 4 of us crammed inside lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had to wait &lt;em&gt;HALF AN HOUR&lt;/em&gt; for the photos to come out!! omg, half an hour!!! if only that auntie opened tht machine earlier, we can get that piece of sticker out... then no need to wait le. but for $3, the result was satisfactory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we sat thru fab 4 and then Brokeback Mountian tryin not to sleep. the pace was a little too slow for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. us young silly teenage people couldnt totally appreciate all the pans and scenic shots. we wanted action!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my overall verdict never changed.&lt;br /&gt;" Panting makes up most of the dialogue in this show." *luffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard its ratin is r21. at the first hour, dun understand y it got such a tough ratin. after the entire show, began to understand le. the movie managed to influence the boys in an undesirable way!&lt;br /&gt;* lufffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beach walk and coffee talk session followed. and most of us were lured to sleep by DEUCE GIGOLO part 2. it isnt that funny. it couldnt keep mi awake... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the sun shone and we r all back to usual places in lifes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, there is no BBQ, just pizza. this is the cleanest chalet i've ever been to.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;and just wan to add this part in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love my life so very much!!!!!!!! currently in a contented state with what i have and &lt;em&gt;do not have...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;at least right now. *HAH*=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114058660435233214?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114058660435233214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114058660435233214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114058660435233214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114058660435233214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/chalet-2006.html' title='chalet 2006'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114048885664950032</id><published>2006-02-21T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:30.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singathon</title><content type='html'>i slacked the whole of yesterday in a kbox room with my best bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her sis and friend joined us, coz a single kbox membership card cant have 2 room. so there was 4 of us in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weellllll... i have to say her sis's voice is really&lt;em&gt; unique&lt;/em&gt;. its high pitch and deep at the same time.  so the voice is like, girlish and manly at the same time.  i am impressed! *luffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i continued my shoppin spree in CWP for i decided to revamp my wardrobe. my cllothes are all so teenagy... i am sorta embarrassed that i still wear them ( unless i go work, dun wan to waste the beautiful stuff at those places. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i am already enterin my twenties !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114048885664950032?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114048885664950032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114048885664950032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114048885664950032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114048885664950032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/singathon.html' title='singathon'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114039746003251812</id><published>2006-02-20T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY</title><content type='html'>i just dyed my hairself, by myself, first time! ( OK.. with my mother's help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found out it wasnt that hard, with another pair of hands helpin u. this time round, my dye color was mahogany... not very obvious tho. so i will be choosin something damm bright and light next time round!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i feel healthier ... like pre-exam-fever healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never felt happier. to be alive and healthy! so, what don't kill you, makes you stronger!!!! it will take another 5 years b4 i see the doc! WHAHahHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;American VP Cheny &lt;em&gt;shot&lt;/em&gt; his friend in a huntin trip.i cant believe his name is DICK, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is super funny funnnnnnnny show in CH 5!&lt;br /&gt;its called something-something- THE SKETCH SHOW, saturday 12.30 am. or is it 1 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just happen to chance upon it, and its reallllllllllllllllly hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spoof the astronauts, leavin him stranded on a rock coz he accidentally locked himself out of the sapce craft. WHAHAHAH. i cant help laughin as i recalled that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the friend who kept accidenttally talkin abt balls when his friend just lost one due to testicular cancer... to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after talkin to my friend abt tv shows,its saddening to realize that there's  quite a lot of funny programs that they only broadcast at the dead hours. like american dad. the sketch show. and the one with the safari animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm, i just cant remember the names. and the show time for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114039746003251812?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114039746003251812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114039746003251812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114039746003251812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114039746003251812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/diy.html' title='DIY'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114014172872226422</id><published>2006-02-17T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:30.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touched,grateful.</title><content type='html'>once upon a time i take it for granted that promises are meant to be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people around me, indulged in me in that regard, kept up the farcade that promises are meant to be kept- they always keep their promises made to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... i am just grateful  (and even touched) to the few who still , like me, keep their promises, regardless how small it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also now, trust is so hard to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114014172872226422?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114014172872226422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114014172872226422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114014172872226422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114014172872226422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/touchedgrateful.html' title='touched,grateful.'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-114005274575046122</id><published>2006-02-16T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:30.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the bad stuff  part2</title><content type='html'>yes, good things usually do not  come in bundle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bad things do! as if they had given a 50 percent discount, they come with a buy-one-get-one(or even more) -free tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets recap on my horrid uncharmed, unlcky life since after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-high fever forcing me  to endure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.1-super painful,  tear-inducing headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enoough said, i am just happy its over. and i strongly believe in &lt;em&gt;what dont kill u, make u stronger after this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2- skin infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.1- painful sore, lucky it isnt big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this is the spine problem that i told u guys. the skin at the end of spine was infected with bacteria, then it become inflamed and  grew a boil or sore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was hard to walk. cant run. cant sit leaning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doc says it is coz that that area was not clean. due to sweat etc... asked me if i was an active girl before he began his dainogsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think its related to my fever. fever=sweat thru all the body, coz want to force the toxins out. then... KANA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-Bad customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.1 kana scold by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when one is down, everything is down. i was actually scolded for not havin customer service. !!!!!!!! OMG! if that was true, u would have read it in the newspapers that i pour a bowl of spaghetti with HOT, BOILING  tomatoe sauce on some idiot's head. BUT u didnt! means, i am not that bad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pair of idiots came on V-day ( yes i spent v-day workin ), finished ordering, and had sat on their table. i just so unluckily had to walk pass them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they asked. "sorry, can i order a bowl of soup? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:" sorry sir, u cant order thru me. u have to join the queue..." and the queue was pretty long. too longg for  a bowl of soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they kicked up a fuss about how they r already customers, and how could u make them queue for soup.make them order again. that =lack of customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could easily shut them up, if i just ask them to think abt Macdonalds and pastamania which is known for self ordering anf seat seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastamania is akin to mac, and not swensens' K??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u after ordering, while waitin for ur food, expect the person cleanin near ur table , to help u order the ice cream cone and carry it to u in MACDONALDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing, jizette the supervisor, just gave in to avoid trouble.  it just spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable , and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;firece customers always win. they noe the management will give in just to avoid trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;at least i have a very funny metrosexual friend there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sec sch mate! who happens to work there and has become quite a metrosexual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, he asked me why my skin no pimples. and how to prevent pimples. those skincare topics. he even puts on moisturizer everyday ( ! )  for he goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA. it tickles me that a guy is ... so girlish!!!!!!!  so i shared with him my limited beauty tips and he seems really happy and enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still  hur-huringg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-114005274575046122?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/114005274575046122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=114005274575046122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114005274575046122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/114005274575046122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-bad-stuff-part2.html' title='all the bad stuff  part2'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113989380827217376</id><published>2006-02-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:29.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure + disaster = depressing</title><content type='html'>oh well. what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed my basic theory for the second time... .... that means, i am not signing up for the test for a third time anytime soon for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? i hear you guys askin. HOW COULD SHE FAIL SOMETHING THAT PEOPLE DUN EVEN NEEED TO STUDY tO pASS ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i noe. coz i still duno the ans for those lights questions. and there were more of those this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113989380827217376?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113989380827217376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113989380827217376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113989380827217376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113989380827217376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/failure-disaster-depressing.html' title='failure + disaster = depressing'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113979157890357225</id><published>2006-02-13T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:29.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the bad stuff</title><content type='html'>i felt so horrible... that i had to cancel  work.&lt;br /&gt;that should signify how bad the illness was, considerin how high work is on my priority list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to cancel twice. =( but i cant go there and faint there, and create more trouble for them and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but finally, after 3 days of internal war,i am like, 80% as good as brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enough engergy to scold people again, as noted by my mother. coz i 'scolded' her... hHahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be the end of my depressing blog entries shredded in my sickness.( unless i take a sudden turn for the worse, but *CHOYYY )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i went to the doc, he managed to discover one interestin fact abt me..., so interesting that he was surprised too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt been to the doc since 4 years ago in 2002.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113979157890357225?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113979157890357225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113979157890357225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113979157890357225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113979157890357225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-bad-stuff.html' title='all the bad stuff'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113956516344293401</id><published>2006-02-10T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am ... a disaster</title><content type='html'>i am waiting to see the doc. i CANT WAIT!!!! i cant wait to be given the medicine and be rid of my bloody headache and achiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a disaster for azhar. that bloody room was so cold. my head was burning hot while the rest of me was so cold that i could turn purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad for myself. i wrote in such ugly handwriting that i am scared that azhar will deduct marks based on that. and my pen run out of ink. the second one almost did. so the ink was scratchy and barely visible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its suffice to say it's doomed to be the worst paper i ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was too woozy( lazy) to walk, i took a bus home and was reminded why i hate takin buses in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dying to go home, but that bloody bus ride took so long coz the bus driver has to possess a super- duper- above- average kind soul who stopped for every single one even if he has to wait for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pain is so bad that the tears could just fall on its own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was wondering what could make me cry, why i hadnt done so over the past decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain could. combined with self-misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113956516344293401?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113956516344293401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113956516344293401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113956516344293401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113956516344293401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-disaster.html' title='i am ... a disaster'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113953686211285654</id><published>2006-02-10T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick... ar the wrong time</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was feelin pretty happy, coz went on a mini spree at ebase where i got a reallly PLACID lookin cropped jacket among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing was my card was declined and the good thing was kelly was there to help pay first... thank god! i had forgotten my card has not enuf funds... quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i returned her the dough pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i returned back home,i experienced one of the worst headache ever. so bad, i could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i study under this kind of condition? i took out the thermometer they gave us during the SARS period, and found out i had a 38.5 degree celcius fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still has a 38+ temperature when i wake up. the splitting headache got worse... no mood to study le lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113953686211285654?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113953686211285654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113953686211285654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113953686211285654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113953686211285654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-ar-wrong-time.html' title='sick... ar the wrong time'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113939124808381167</id><published>2006-02-08T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:29.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain=(</title><content type='html'>i asked alex shieh if i had a swollen bump at my ear, and he said yes, indeed there is a bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him what did he think it could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" perhaps a cancerous lump? " evil, evil, evil alex for voicing what i feared most... CHOY!!!!!, it better not be! if not, u will be the first one i visit from beyong the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i went to Guardain, and the auntie said its a sore coz i probably ate too much heaty stuff over the new year. thats a relief. althou it is a painful sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like going on a shoppin spreeee....!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113939124808381167?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113939124808381167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113939124808381167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113939124808381167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113939124808381167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/pain.html' title='pain=('/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113898500093280898</id><published>2006-02-04T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:28.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky scoundrel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="355" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" name="qgtable2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;After you die...&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After death, you will exist in heaven.  Everything and everyone you love will constantly surround you for all of eternity. You lucky scoundrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="qgtable" width="350" height="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" style='background: url(http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/afteryoudie-bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="228"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="157"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="228"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td valign="top" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/locator.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=81"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113898500093280898?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113898500093280898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113898500093280898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113898500093280898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113898500093280898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/lucky-scoundrel.html' title='lucky scoundrel.'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113879942188285123</id><published>2006-02-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to buy or not to buy</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to buy a new phone after the new year loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i went to the shop already, with my papa in tow, and i was so excited to see e730 retailin at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$28&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! until i quickly read the fine print- with $200 trade in, and they even specified the models for trade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, my papa was willin to pay for me, and guess what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" sorry miss, the model is out of stock." that salesperson told me after checkin the storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you can get it at Compass Point though." he said after i requested him to check where got stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from woodland to sengkang? so ulu, my father didnt even how to drive there without consulting a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reached home, and my mother was like, " you didnt buy right? i knew it! such a fussy pot, where buy things so easily!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt fussy! just that it was SOLD OUT! and the next best model was too ex for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt fated. so i shall wait. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so near yet so freakin far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113879942188285123?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113879942188285123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113879942188285123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113879942188285123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113879942188285123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-buy-or-not-to-buy.html' title='to buy or not to buy'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113846464059392984</id><published>2006-01-28T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of a geisha</title><content type='html'>at first, i was a little perturbed watching M.o.a.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, in that setting, in the 1930s... the Japs in the country side cant possibly be speakin perfect english, can they ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a mental block, like seeing  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; it doesnt fit. get what i mean? the 3 female leads were really beautiful, each in their own way. cant wait to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph said i made him feel small and stupid. *smirkin.* which is the exact &lt;em&gt;opposite&lt;/em&gt; in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph is my colleague. not that literately big headed sec sch mate of mine. this joseph is very well built and muscled and has earned his way into the NTU and he said i made him feel small and stupid even tho he has been workin 1.5 years longer than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. i dun get it. how can it  be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even set out to insult him or anything!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said that after i entered PM, his life has changed. altho he wouldnt say if it is for the better. coz i am the only one who lets him do condiments instead of sweepin or moppin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i really wanted to blog abt the sentence he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life has changed ever since you came to work here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dropped this sentence very off handedly, in a platonic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i have a someone to tell this sentence to. altho it wouldnt be this exact sentence , of coourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i ever say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life has changed ever since i know you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has the ability to change my life so drastically that i realized it has been changed after all...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113846464059392984?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113846464059392984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113846464059392984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113846464059392984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113846464059392984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='memoirs of a geisha'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113827970926076965</id><published>2006-01-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:27.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 years old</title><content type='html'>yesterday marked the start of the last time my age will start with a '1'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realize this til huien pointed this uselessly cool fact out to me. i am like, -.-, no diff to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still go to sch, didnt pon class, present lousily, spoilt my beaded belt,say wrong things and failed my basic theory test. (which i will retake in 2 weeks' time) and attended the installation like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ateam sang me a birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.U bought me a chocolate cake and i took thrice to blow out all the candles. and then, they pushed my face into 1/5 of the cake. which we subsequently divided to give to people. so yah, some people ate cake with traces of my sweat and make up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if its delicious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i didnt got a lot of presents, but its enough! they gave such big, bulky presents!!!! so hard to carry!!!! and it got so heavy after everything added up and i almost got stuck in the MRT barrier and Bus entrance/exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked comical. i even feel comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, just now didnt turn out so great, did it? it felt lousy for my part . to think , i was lookin forward to it.why is that the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really sucks at EQ. if u has seen my reaction ... ... u definately would have LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i cant help feelin that i felt the way i did coz i was selfish. i dun like to share with any1 for any1's time or attention ... ... it compromises on the quality time for me to play catch up. AAaaARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i take time to warm up to people. esp total strangers whom i will neveeer see again. no point in makin effort to remenber the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... what did i do? run away. alone. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;felt better on my own&lt;/span&gt; than with a bunch people i am not comfortable with. i dun intrude ur space and u dun intrude mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="400"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;153 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/eqquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weelll. i am shocked. i am NOT a dirty liar. ehhh. i guess i noe what are the right things to do. just whether i feel its worth doing it or not... ...=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113827970926076965?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113827970926076965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113827970926076965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113827970926076965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113827970926076965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/19-years-old.html' title='19 years old'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113806584877065941</id><published>2006-01-24T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deatheater</title><content type='html'>well, i turned up at sch lookin  like a death eater, despite the fact that i was the only one who said that we shouldnt wear all black, for colors are crucial!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was the only 1 who is wearing 100 % black, save for the white straps on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, right, i feel quite dots. but lucky, it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what now....placid has 3 hours to kill b4 THE time finally arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yt must sound confident AND EXCITING!!! can she do it? ( CANNOT LAH. i am not being mean. she said one.) this is an order from our CEO, alex shieh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yah, shall report on how&lt;em&gt; exciting&lt;/em&gt; she is gonna sound later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113806584877065941?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113806584877065941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113806584877065941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113806584877065941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113806584877065941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/deatheater.html' title='deatheater'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113781115415857021</id><published>2006-01-21T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:27.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP open house 2006</title><content type='html'>NYP Open House 2006 has a lousy goodie bag with 'freebies' llike dated magazines. so much for people tellin to steal some exxtra goodie  bags for them. well, u wouldnt want anything from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday at Open house, we got free macdonald's fifty cents ice cream though. thats the small perk i guess. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is new diploma, in resort management! they placed a stupid lookin beach umbrella thinggy complete with pots of plants, in the middle of the auditorium and it looked SO fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a bunch of us 'signed up' for Singapore Idol! lol. dun worry, we wont go audition. we just wan the free t-shirt. lol. i think the guy at the booth couldnt tahann us le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bumped into Daphe in the toilet when she came to Open house. wouldnt have see her if she never called me. told her maybe i wanna go back to FA when its holidays.  and then in the late afternoon, weili called me to ask when i can go back work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they r SOoO desperate for manpower. lol. coz they hired some imcompetent workers and the good ones r leavin instead of the bad ones, in her own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a diploma is Nothing special unless it is a diploma &lt;em&gt;with merit&lt;/em&gt;. and merit is of course defined by ur Grade Point Average , so... how much does cca points count? does it really matter if u have a lot/little/ none????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113781115415857021?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113781115415857021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113781115415857021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113781115415857021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113781115415857021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/nyp-open-house-2006.html' title='NYP open house 2006'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113759493600646716</id><published>2006-01-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:27.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IVP-day2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i saw God today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was fit to be one anyway. he would make a very fit God! God was a term KW used to describe the sportspeople who can do REALLY well, and i followed his terminlogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, the God's name was Ang Chee Yong, who looked really fierce as he was running the 25 laps around the field. he was leading ALL THE WAY and he took about 87 seconds to finish each lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the race, he leads the next runner by 2 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! how fast is that? his legs never stopped pumping at his fast pace, and his timing was about 20 minutes faster than the last runner. all through the way, i watched him run with half horror- and half fascination as i couldnt fathom how on earth could some1 run like he dun need a break and run as tho he is energizer bunny always on a fresh batteries diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why he is god! whahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sok mum has a crush on him!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahhaahah, just kiddin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113759493600646716?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113759493600646716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113759493600646716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113759493600646716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113759493600646716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/ivp-day2.html' title='IVP-day2'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113731534067746310</id><published>2006-01-15T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:26.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh-sunny again</title><content type='html'>oh-oh. i still got time to come here while my peers r busy with the projects. * what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still got time to change blogskin!? suddenly i think Ashlee simpson is cool. stood up after the SNL fall. but i dun like her being blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway maybe i am too lucky, that the the bulk of responsiblities ISNT with me..that y  i can watch with ease while they r scrambling to get work done... no i am not doing that. thats not me. shall wait for any potential SOS directed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the cold weather has bid us farewell already. so has my insane desire of owning a pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny weather once again is KING.with my disfigured pink cap, and hiding under a shade, i still managed to get burnt. yesh, i have red cheeks now which are peelin disgustingly...and i have to get&lt;em&gt; sunburnt&lt;/em&gt; just in time for the chinese new year? must i reallly wear sunblock 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HO HO HO, alex shieh just said there is no worries about my part for PR- so glad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113731534067746310?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113731534067746310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113731534067746310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113731534067746310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113731534067746310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/huh-sunny-again.html' title='huh-sunny again'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113706013698207351</id><published>2006-01-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:26.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoned</title><content type='html'>very cold. very very cold! my hands and feet r so cold! january isnt supposed to be cold and rainy is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped out at the kiara gong shi jia's concert. she is another sunyanzi. looked very nice on photos but close-up, the skin is like orange... damm sad. even the make up cant hide anything. but she super friendly. oblige with any request, like grp photo, dedications on the cd cover... etc etc, she deserves all the good PR she can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate murphy's law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bought the sunyanzi's a perfect day and the NEXT store sold it at a cheaper price...*puke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113706013698207351?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113706013698207351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113706013698207351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113706013698207351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113706013698207351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/stoned.html' title='stoned'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113679942827683830</id><published>2006-01-09T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHahapPPY</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i spent a rainy day in town, walkin in the rain ( with umbreLLa ), in heels too. so happy i didnt fall. WHAHAHAHAHA. i even took the effort to doll myself up but only to spoilt the effect the moment i sat with my leg crossed in a really... unrefined way and shaking my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHHA. wearing jeans mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi and YF slacked in the deserted cafe cartel, my fav restuarant in case u all duno.&lt;br /&gt;the 2 of us enjoyed ourselves in the plush chairs and the big round table. and of course, we helped ourselves to the nice , warm bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the ribs. which took 2 of us one hour to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the brownie my friend ordered too. That was Sinful, with the warm chocolate fudge and ice-cream drenched on top on the brownie. *lickin lips... Dammm nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;in a state of morbid happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bday actually falls on a busy wednesday = no birthday dinner at some nice restaurant. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my friends r busy with projects/sch work = it cant be celebrated anyway.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be postponed to FEB after the exams! NO over eatin, KK warned. he wants to get in shape durin the hols. lose the excess weight to become like syazwan, in his own words. OK. i SUPPORT U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in a morbid state of happiness, and i have TWO =( s in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin forward to havin (some) bday wishes fulfilled! wHAHAHAHA. ahmadS already told mi he is gettin me THE book. *victory punch!**thank you/euuuuu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113679942827683830?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113679942827683830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113679942827683830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113679942827683830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113679942827683830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/hahahapppy.html' title='HAHahapPPY'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113661057529660457</id><published>2006-01-07T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:26.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLocked</title><content type='html'>the cold weather has gotten to me-i've caught a cold. besides a dead brain, i am nursing a blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather fall sick seriously with a fever or what, rather this blocked nose. still healthy yet not so healthy...it is been a while since i need a doc, i miss the doc! * whahhhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, besides having a blocked nose, something else is  blocked too ! Writer's BLOCK! ARGHHH!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to get started on Azhar's ICA, thats why i am here in the first place. blogging about writer's block... maybe my writer's block will then disappear? no inspiration as to how to start my conclusion. my god! START a CONCLUSION. *whahahhahaha. hOw ironic can my life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;read ahmadS' post about best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i said X is my best friend and i am NOT X's best friend but ranked somewhere DOWN there? thats so... embarrassing? like u got a one sided love affair going on which u mistakenly thought is reciporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be very sure of myself regarding who is my best friend. but now... huh. not so sure any more. we got so many different social circles and i am not there half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing has changed on my side and i used to be able to assume confidently on her part. but now, i can only hope that certain things stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun do those best- friends things anymore. at least those potrayed in those Sweet Valley High books kind of activites that i used to follow almost religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun spend any time gossiping on the phone with my girl friends, yakking abt sch work, crushes, pop stars, irritating people and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what is a best friend? the friend u like most and spend the most time with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i need a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need true friends. just like i told those ateam interviewers. they had asked what would i do if i make it to ex-co and my friends start getting jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said, i will ... tell them there is nothing to be jealous of. if they cant get over it.so be it. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i 've got no time to care about tiny, shallow, petty hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true friends will be happy for me, in case u forget. despite any jealousies or whatever they might be harbouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true friends dun need to be constantly around u, u can just pick things up where u left off and the feel is just as natural and as best-friends-ish as before. now i know why i've got such a small social circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my limited social circle is just limited to those who fulfill the criteria above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;true = best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113661057529660457?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113661057529660457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113661057529660457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113661057529660457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113661057529660457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/blocked.html' title='bLocked'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113643358215330286</id><published>2006-01-05T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fAST.</title><content type='html'>i have a Vision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to have a literately big breakfast every day after i wake up when i have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can skip lunch! and then save monee! and do dieting on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Vision: to see my learn-to-drive fund grow &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as quickly as possible&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; *=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113643358215330286?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113643358215330286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113643358215330286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113643358215330286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113643358215330286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-fast.html' title='so fAST.'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113618282732717066</id><published>2006-01-02T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:25.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perceptions</title><content type='html'>i am thinkin about reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is reality? the actual state of being and true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there only one reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that in everything, there is only ONE reality which would be universally agreed upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, it hits mi that it is not. suddenly, i feel that reality is only but your perceptions of the circumstances. different realities would be perceived by different points of view and angles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality which is true , pure and objective dun exists. only perception does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant change reality. but u can change perceptions! thats y, destiny lies in ur hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113618282732717066?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113618282732717066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113618282732717066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113618282732717066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113618282732717066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/perceptions.html' title='perceptions'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113611538389352806</id><published>2006-01-01T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resOlutions 2006</title><content type='html'>i had been thinkin, had i really been a mean person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i deliver scathing remarks which might be intepreted as mean. but most of the time, they are just words running through my brain and i just say them out. they are not meant to be mean. my words might be mean, but my person is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun deliver words intentionally meant to cause people to be hurt, upset or both. i am not happy when people are upset becoz of me. i dun build my happiness based on other people's misery. my self esteen/ self confidence is not build when i accidentally shatter someone else's. although i hope that never happen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sick of hearing that M word, and my name in the same sentence. sarcasm isnt the same as the M word. M word , to me, has a negative connation to it. and i wan to be a person as positive as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolutions will be made , kept and remenbered but it wont appear here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall in love with Sunyanzi all over again last night. happen to watch her sing live... on TV. it is only on TV yet i feel she is Amazing singing live. so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt;. who can resist her charms? and her stage presence? and her mega watt smile? her voice? her talents? so envious of those people in the 101 tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so attending her next concert!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113611538389352806?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113611538389352806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113611538389352806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113611538389352806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113611538389352806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions-2006.html' title='resOlutions 2006'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113601883374552103</id><published>2005-12-31T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:25.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Recap of the worst that happened in the entertainment history in the year 2005.&lt;/span&gt; ( why is it only about entertainment? coz i dun read the news except for the HEY! pages///=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- The formation of F$..oops female F4 which only talents lie in their boobs' size and their sex appeal to chee-gor-pehz across Asia. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- The formation of 7 Flowers who CANNOT sing. i simply abhor their vocals. pls stick to acting. which sadly only chen jiao en is good at outta the 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I AM SO disappointed. with the ending. i dun wan dumbledore to die!!!! and hogwarts to vanish in the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Numa Numa. ( i cant believe i am giving it free PR here.) enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Crazy Frog. YUCKS YUCKS... ding ding??? is that the door opening so that i can kick the frog out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- The Predictions of Jay Chou and Patty Hou breaking up. really asshole, those fortune tellers. i hope the predictions dun come true. they said the couple will break up in 2007 or what. i hope even if they break up, break up in 2008 or what, so that their predictions are WRONG and may their reputations eat dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- The Rumours of Dipping popularity of Sunyanzi. is it really dipping? i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-The revealation of OCEAN. anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-The BAShing of Zoe Tay after Star Awards. i dun think she deserve all the flack and bad press. there shouldnt be any press at ALL. makin a moutain out of a mole hill. that shows a lot of our entertainment industry. no news still make force out some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fiona xie -and -oto ad. overexposed. pls. i shut my eyes when i see her too-perfect bod. makin the green headed monster in me rear its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. really such a picture perfect couple. but why the Pitt behind the surnames if there is no weddin bells before that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113601883374552103?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113601883374552103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113601883374552103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113601883374552103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113601883374552103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_31.html' title='=?'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113601703119658573</id><published>2005-12-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:25.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milestone-big and small</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recap&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;milestones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; - Went to Kindergarten and beat up people. HAHAH. kidding. went to kindergarten and had a taste of what is school life. also made a best friend there. name was pearly. or emily. eh, i forgot. anyway, she had a sister , i just duno which is whose name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;- Primary Two, and i've got myself a best friend. So best we forgotten how we managed to become best friends. the kind of best that i am lost with out her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;- Kana teased by childish classmate who sat beside me. i broke his (friend's) ice-cream-sticks- aeroplane for revenge when he used the plane to irritate me. He actually went to complain against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;- First time nursed a crush on cute guy Eddie ( i can still remenber the name.) first time kana crushed on, also.Finished PSLE and left my best friends behind. we left each other behind, to be more exact. First time buy CD, i think its Genie in a Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;- My First (puppy) Love. with a real-certified cute jock in school. i really wonder what made him stead with me. was it peer pressure?? he was cute enough to ask anyone out! made myself another group of best buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;- First job as a sales assisstant and i got myself sacked although they were all too nice to say i was "sacked". i was instead, " let go because i am more suited to be a student." i know the real reason. the real reason was i wasnt mature enough to be a pushy, cheerful salegirl.BUT. i learnt from my mistake.it was a good learning journey and i now, i know what makes a good salesgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;- Going to NYP to DMSN. and made a gang of friends who had wanted to call themselves bimboactics, guys and girls included. luckily, it was quickly outgrew... hopefully. 17 is also the year of my first real relationship. sounds like i started real late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18,&lt;/span&gt; - OMG, what happened to me this year? Quit FA and joined sucky PM? joined Ateam, and done no duties yet ? kana suaned that i am fat again and again by my relatives? family got a car? made it through another lonely year ( without a bf)? finally going to sizzler which was painstakingly agreed on since year ONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the highlight of this year? loads of things happen but none is important enough to warrant a special marking... unless *********** happens. shall not jinx it by mentioning here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deciding on my resolutions. must be careful with what i make, coz they will be coming true. i will make sure they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Projected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;milestones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;daydreams&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fantasy-land&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY age 20- finished learning driving and get that license... dun care how many times i might fail in between. NEVER say give up!!!!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... age 21- start University. not in singapore...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...age 24-start Career. CAREER, not a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...age 26- saved about a few hundreds of Ks in my bank so that ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... .... between this and that and everything,i can tour the world with my special one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...age28- get married lavishly. in maldives or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... age 28- have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;... make sure all my treasured friendships are still intact...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;......aged 70- die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, live so long for what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113601703119658573?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113601703119658573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113601703119658573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113601703119658573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113601703119658573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/milestone-big-and-small.html' title='milestone-big and small'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113568964596561848</id><published>2005-12-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sell-the-sizzler-not-the-steak</title><content type='html'>maxine smsed us and told us to be there at 11.20 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sO what happens when it is 11.20 am? eh, only YT and Syaz1 is there... ... quite dots. so the 3 of us, plus KK went to walk around in raffles city, more accurately, robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i did. i had no idea where the guys disappeared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spotted such a bargain i cant resist. ended up spending $17.10 for a white pvc bag which U.P was $59! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yaay&lt;/span&gt;! now i got another school bag which isnt remotely similiar to anyone else's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i finished paying, and finished walkin to sizzle, maxine ang the almost birthday girl was already there! what a surprised, was expecting to wait a while for her... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the meal worth it? at $19, i managed to stuff 2 cream of mushroom *yummy squared*, grilled dory fish* not very nice*, some fruits , chips and a sundae. i like the sundae, despite it melted very fast. it is just like mr softee. only softy-er. lol. creatin ur own sundae is fun. mine was the classic strawberry topped with chocolate and nuts. so, yup, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had group photos taken by the waiter. The Cute Waiter to be exact. the Cute Waiter who had not-so-good teeth. as noticed by the almost birthday girl who kept hopin it would be him to take her orders... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we finished, all of us looked pregnant regardless of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shopping time! spent a ton of time at eBase where i finally got myself a sllinky belt. which goes with my brown skirt. as advised by the aspiring personal shoppers in ms0401.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took so long that the rest of the gang went to MS first. there, we windowed shopped somewhere and indulged in my current boots-fetish. damm nice lahz, the boots. sigh. but my legs are not long and slim enough to look nice in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight lahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dots. i cant escape from this fact. want to look good? lose weight. be skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time round. ahmad syazwan, the same guy who used to tease me about being fat in Yr One, said he will gimme genuine support coz he wants to avoid being fat and risks losing the abs he was about to succeed in building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? we shall see when sch reopens eh... NEXT year, which is about 5 days away!ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to the recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the window shopping, we decided to WALK to bugis. this time only left mi,yt and s. the rest has gone home/meet boyfriend or friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bugis is actually so near. after walkin thru a shoppin mall, we reached bugis already. and acc yt to choose a jacket which she so desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we finished browsing thru BV, its almost SEVEN pm already! we r out for Eight hours already! so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon will be time to make resolutions again! must think through properly. what make a good resolution?&lt;br /&gt;1- realistic.&lt;br /&gt;2-make sure it's what u Need.&lt;br /&gt;3-substainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine will definately have these 3 characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of not living up to my own expectations ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113568964596561848?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113568964596561848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113568964596561848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113568964596561848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113568964596561848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/sell-sizzler-not-steak.html' title='sell-the-sizzler-not-the-steak'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113558615384169735</id><published>2005-12-26T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:24.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Boxing Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i dunno anyone who celebrates it in anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah, xmas is Finnnnaally over. altho there are still presents to be given away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffed myself yesterday with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with family, it was spent crammin in my uncle's house, hanging with long lost cousins whom i dun have anything much to talk about, listening to the adults talk, and the guys conversing enthusiatically about their common topic- Cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, while my brother was having a hell of time yakking away, i kana suaned by my S-squared ( Skinny * Saggy) anutie that i am too fat and i should skip desert which was the swenson's log cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt mortified. lost of face. can u blame me for being so insecure abt my weight and size? took all of my self control not to make fun of her sagginess.*yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was much better off  hanging with my sech sch mates. at least they awknowledge that i am NOT fat. lol. a wave of nostalgia hit me as we were yakking uselessly abt useless stuff. i really missed the old times. doesnt everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the chill out session wasnt that great since YH couldnt make it. we hardly see each other and her reason was " I  Am Too Tired." full stop. as tho we are some pestering flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god. welll, that speaks volume about how much effort you are putting in this friendship, how much the friendship means to u, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is leaving for KL tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;**HaVve a Safe trip!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113558615384169735?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113558615384169735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113558615384169735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113558615384169735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113558615384169735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/boxing-day.html' title='boxing day'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113540280647949832</id><published>2005-12-24T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat, ugly or dumb?</title><content type='html'>what is the worst fate that a girl could possibly faced in this current cruel world? what is the worst obstacle to overcome on the to achieve success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be quite fun to know what is the most popular choice , its pretty debatable to certain degree... i would of course choose 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me wasting time here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, my xmas  eve is spent slackin enjoyably, at home since no one is free to spend it with me. ( and no thanks, i dun wan to join u and some other foreign friends in the countdown but thanks for the invitation...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, every one is free tml which is why i double book myself in the first place.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall busy myself with the wrapping, packing of the little tokens of xmas spirit, watching TV, play computer,  blogging, reading and playing dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i GOTTA LAUGH about this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother decorated his car with those twitty- &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BABY BUGS BUNNY&lt;/span&gt;  cushions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and also &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BABY DUFFY&lt;/span&gt;. lucky there was no &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BABY TWEETY&lt;/span&gt;. if not , i think if i see him, i will just collapse into piles of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. But it look really nice. but i dunno, i cant help thinkin its childish. looks more like a car for a family with children aged under 5. but the youngest member is already 4 times of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole interior decoration of the car was very consistent though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BABY BUGS BUNNY AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FRIENDS !!!&lt;/span&gt; even for the tissue-box bag. all he is lacking is some disney stuff to hang below the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never would have expected that outta him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113540280647949832?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113540280647949832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113540280647949832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113540280647949832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113540280647949832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/fat-ugly-or-dumb.html' title='fat, ugly or dumb?'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113534298263960188</id><published>2005-12-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:24.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice weather</title><content type='html'>i discovered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Running.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;morning &lt;/span&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is just so damm nice, nowadays... is it becoz it is december now?  it has been cloudy and shady and breezy... it is just very nice. no scorching sun to scorch my skin or blind my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u bother to pay attention , u can see the morning dew , smell the super fresh air and hear the birds chirping or the children's laughter/screams ( yes, they are playing and screaming at such an early time already...). it makes u appreciate your neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can jog forever as long as the sun dun shine directly on me. it just feel so peaceful in the morning. getting up early is so worth it. the early bird doesnt catches the worm for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should pyscho myself into making jogging my anti-stress therapy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... today, i return to bugis for the second time in the week and the third time in the month. overdose!!!! despite the over dosage, there is still so much to look and see and browse and shop. it just makes time flies. i didnt even went  the Bugis V ... and 5 hours were gone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i double-booked myself this xmas =(/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is only 10 more days of holiday left!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113534298263960188?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113534298263960188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113534298263960188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113534298263960188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113534298263960188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-weather.html' title='nice weather'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113521990276102091</id><published>2005-12-22T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ended on the wrong note</title><content type='html'>as usual, i had to wait like, ten minutes before HCY appeared. the day started on what is a wrong note... but i am no longer the same old rigid me, cause i had learnt to Let Go When People Are Late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was reallllllllly strict with my friends when meeting me back in sec sch... i suggested there be forfiets if they were like more than 5 min late...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally went to K those new songs together with YS. fish leong's new songs SO SO hard to hit the right note! esp &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Silk Road&lt;/span&gt;. damm nice to listen but damm hard to sing. i must have spoilt the song horribly. on the other hand, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A perfect day&lt;/span&gt; is SooO easy to sing!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; whAhAHha&lt;/span&gt;. and we had a idea! next time we go Kbox, have a nineties theme. can only choose those old songs. sure very shoiiick one! whahahahaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was plain hanging out and shopping/ window shopping for the next few hours. the tortures of shopping for xmas presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, my day hanging out with my oldest best friend ended on a low note coz of my big mouth *what else?=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she believed some teenager who was Most Probably doing a holiday job as a surveyor when he said he is 17 and doing the surveys for his &lt;strong&gt;business research&lt;/strong&gt; when she asked whats the research for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she turned to me and told me what he said and said its impressive or something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction??? i told her, with my disbelief and incredulousness and a little bit of shock shown on my face openly : "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh my god, and you actually believe him? Are you really that stupid??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" even i know i sounded mean after all the words came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, she got offended and pissed. " &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do not think believing what people tell me is "stupid "...&lt;/span&gt;" she said. so i immediately tried to back track and said, yah, of cause u can think its not stupid... i didnt mean to say u r stupid but the Action is! at least to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we left the issue halfway when her friend appeared for their dinner date later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do realize i am at fault. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i hate making people upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so go ahead blame me. but still, i dun apologize for thinking the way i did. cause i can bet with my grades that that jerk was lying and he will never start his "business" because i did those exact surveys 3 times before. most importantly, i wont apologize if i think i am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet u did those surveys before too, if u were kind hearted enough to stop for them. the type that ask how much you wanna earn in a month, are you currently workin etc, and the usual demographic questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i STILL think its stupid to believe people so easily.esp strangers. (despite i gotten my friend mad at me coz my rash comments.) guess i am a cynic. but how can anyone just take everything and anyone at face value? i dunno how to give out my trust so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe its not stupid to u, but words like&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trusting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gullible&lt;/span&gt; and perhaps&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; naiive&lt;/span&gt; apply better in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is to me. not trying to whitewash my comments here but can we just accept that we have different opinions and leave it at that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113521990276102091?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113521990276102091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113521990276102091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113521990276102091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113521990276102091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/ended-on-wrong-note.html' title='ended on the wrong note'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113504597764203309</id><published>2005-12-20T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:32.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugis trip</title><content type='html'>MOnday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa... feel so good to be able to laze in bed until the sun is shinnning on top of my butt... HAhaha, whatever lahz. that was a chinese saying. or is it? always hear people say that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after lazing on the sofa to watch tv, laze so much that i was late to meet Yiting for out shoppin trip. hai. miss the train some more. but it was a blessing in disguise! for she found the perfect birthday gift for maxine while wasting time in _____!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we called ahmadS to come see and judge whether it is worthy to be a present for her. he gave his affirmation so we bought it and also 2  ______ for  _____ using our ______ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to starbucks coz we needed for a ______ for our deed. haiii, kana 'suggested' to buy coffee. so we bought. we TOTALLLY understand the hoorrrors of bottomline and non-paying 'customers' who just eats up the space available. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*whatever&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend abt 20 ____ , carefully decorating the ________ with the _____ which ____ up. and it looks really Uber fantastic! buying the rhumba was worth it. whahahahah. everything is ______  and ____ in color, which is just so ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, so our birthday present for her is accomplished. lets hope kelly finds her answer soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113504597764203309?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113504597764203309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113504597764203309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113504597764203309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113504597764203309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/bugis-trip.html' title='bugis trip'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113489067149775049</id><published>2005-12-18T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:32.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO PISSED</title><content type='html'>i am so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work but found out they canceled my schedule WITHOUT informing me. like helLLLLOOoooo??? how am i supposed to know that i should call back and check when there is a space of 5 non-workin days? when i had absolutely no idea that schedule could possibly change without phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realllly feeel that that place is screwed up. if it happens one more time, i am so leaving there.  wasted my trip there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed off that i ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treated myself to the peanut butter kit kat bar which i so wanted to try but kept resisting the urge during sch term. AND the CLUB hazel-nut chocolate bar which is intended for next day or whatever. but now, 4 hours later, both are consumed in a fit of anger and i feelin kinda sick and queasy from the overload of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. there go plans of dieting and moderation. moderation do not include 2 chocolate bars with ONE day! hHHHaAAiiiiiiiiiiiii. look what that stupid incident did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i ascertained2 things abt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates  pacify my anger.&lt;br /&gt;and i do binge eating. *SHIT! waistline screams CRISIS CRISIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess with the holiday startin , i can expect myself to sit in front of the comp and just blog abt useless things and getting comments like "u just let ur brain die naturally..." while others are off doing greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHATEVER*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *roolllls eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113489067149775049?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113489067149775049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113489067149775049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113489067149775049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113489067149775049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-pissed.html' title='SO PISSED'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113486712293520916</id><published>2005-12-18T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:32.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY-holiday</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 17 December, was finally OoO-ver. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*YEsHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much planning, headache, problems and sick people,my 2 mega events were finally over and done with and all went as smoothly as it possibly could. to me anyway, and i am wearing rose-tinted specatacles as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports fiesta... ... well, as a program coordinater ,my job was to make sure each segment dun overrun and smooth transition blah blah blah, and before we began the event, we already overrun, coz of the participants who were fashionably later than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black mark for me... would be the fact that i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syazwan had a black face coz i forgot to bring charger. and the sadest thing was i ALMOST remenbered. not good enough, but it's the truth. went out of the house, then i realized i forgot to bring the ateam present. i forgot to remenber ahmad ask mi bring charger. no wonder i felt soemthing was amiss all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's over and done with, i shall say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a blacker face when shachin couldnt make it on time and blah blah blah... in addition to being sick and getting no sleep coz he was editing blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, its a relief when shachin came and that black face was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls enjoy ursself when u r outta sg!&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;how far would i go for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can tell u, not very far. as far as i think that the friend is worth it. so, i wouldnt correct u if u say that i am a cold blooded, calculative, self -centred idiot who cares for no one but herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i die or go to the extremes for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;of coz not! i mean, i only have one life! how am i supposed to die multiple times each time my friend says he/she has a emergency? and the emergency was that he had to miss an episode of yucky tv? really! can i not go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno, i dun consider forgetting to videotape some show which i duno how people can appreciate, is important enough to make me worry like the way leonard was worried. i was like, in amazement of the effort he put in the ask people to record the show  in case his mother forgot or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just think its a waste of effort. but of course, it is an admirable effort... which i could never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if  i am not convinced of success, i wouldnt start any effort at all. what for? just a waste of time. yesterday he just said that the SU people who were overnighting were too busy to care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i am pessismist. if i cant visualize it, i give up. i am too cold blooded and rooted to dream abt something. too practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammmm. i sound like a sad sorry excuse for a human being&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.* WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.whats the chinese saying? the emperor is not worried but the enunch is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113486712293520916?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113486712293520916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113486712293520916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113486712293520916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113486712293520916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-holiday.html' title='YAY-holiday'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113462947003252335</id><published>2005-12-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:31.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a GOOD mood!!!!! without any help of &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;! *whahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in SU, and chattin to my one and only close cousin online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had finished my ssl-ica and it is a load of the shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna relac and dun think so much. enjoy the holidays, slackin in my Home. or going Out with my friends(* where shall we go?).or read some &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;.play &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;computer.&lt;/span&gt;go &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;jogging.&lt;/span&gt;go &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shoppin&lt;/span&gt;. go&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;k-boxing&lt;/span&gt;. listen to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;S.h.e&lt;/span&gt;, kindly burned for me by my friend lIncoln. whahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i only like the first half of their ten new songs tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. actually shouldnt be so carefree now. not after saturday. 2 mega events in 1 day! *crossin my fingers for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113462947003252335?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113462947003252335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113462947003252335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113462947003252335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113462947003252335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113418119373752063</id><published>2005-12-10T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:31.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>why do my mother ask for opinion when she got her mind made up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother ALWAYS does that and it drives me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she would buy a new something, in this case, a shirt and ask mi if it looks nice or not. usually i would tell her its nice without lookin. its more painless this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to when i tell her its not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typicial response when i said its not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" huh? why? nice lah. at least i think its nice. it looks nice when i wear it anyway. aIYAH. you dont know how to appreciate lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i would go" yah.  whatever u say lah. nice lah. nice lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. DUH. y bother askin if u already got ur mind set and is just fishin for compliments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113418119373752063?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113418119373752063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113418119373752063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113418119373752063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113418119373752063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113400723155119353</id><published>2005-12-08T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:31.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the?</title><content type='html'>they told me to "press the red button"!? like HELLLOOOoO??? i do know my basics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so indignant, can? fancy a non- media student telling me what to do! i pass my production module!! HUMpHHH!!!! but whatever. i admit i look stoned and had a i-am-lost face. but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is coming and i am not a christian and i have no idea why should we celeberate xmas, but still, i am gonna spend a mini-bomb in the name of the season of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is over commercialized, man. so is mothers' day, teachers' day, fathers' day, secretaries' day etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;singaporean-bloggers are accused of being self-centred and their blogs are supercifial unlike their american counterparts who weild influence over politics and world issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... why are people even makin an issue out of this non-issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine my friends or other young people blogging about LYY and GCT or LHS or birdflu or HIV etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless it concerns them in someway lah. blog is just an outlet for our fustration and whatever we wanna to say and usually that include everything except the dry stuff u read in the news paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause remenber? young people in sg dun even read papers much less blog abt whats in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to Dear mr azhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is for YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;indignant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/es/translation.asp?tranword=indignant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/enfr/indignant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/enit/indignant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?num=100&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;safe=on&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wn&amp;amp;q=indignant" target="gg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;safe=on&amp;amp;q=indignant" target="gg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adapted From: WordNet 2.0 Copyright 2003 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;indignant&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;indignant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/definition/incensed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incensed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/definition/outraged"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;outraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/definition/umbrageous"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;umbrageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angered at something unjust or wrong; "an indignant denial"; "incensed at the judges' unfairness"; "a look of outraged disbelief"; "umbrageous at the loss of their territory". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113400723155119353?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113400723155119353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113400723155119353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113400723155119353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113400723155119353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/what.html' title='what the?'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113376193114370963</id><published>2005-12-05T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:30.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happily tired</title><content type='html'>i just  need time to settle down into the new environment, make friends with them and everything will be OK.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are pretty nice, not hostile at all. note to myself: DONT BE SCARED OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday even got dessert. YuMMMMMy! and i got what i wish for! a not-so-busy day. managed to close on time if not earlier. haha. after we finished desert, it was only slightly after 11. not like sat. half an hour passed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my lucky stars were out shining on me yesterday. i gave a wrong order to some lady. but lucky the order was the same for both persons... eh, understand what i am trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the last week, rushin the entre, the pace of work has slowed down A BIT. good good. i am now in a relatively comfortable zone.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113376193114370963?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113376193114370963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113376193114370963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113376193114370963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113376193114370963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/happily-tired.html' title='happily tired'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113367135558053160</id><published>2005-12-04T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:30.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shock</title><content type='html'>its been a year since i last worked in a dining place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like workin in such a setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem was, they scheduled my first day on a busy saturday night!! i experienced a bit of shock initially, the place was so full. and i made loads of mistake... i keep carrying the plates unevenly, spilling the sauce. bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno how long i will stay there though. its like, minimum wage over there for all things u r supposed to do, really felt like a workout at the end of the day. they really maximised the labour to the fullest, thats how they keep costs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to commit six months to this job... lets hope i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u had taken someone's life, can another person take away yours like u did to that someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if life isnt fair, should we make it as fair as possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we should, then Y should capital punishment be such a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it obviously shows, i support capital punishment whole heartedly, cause i am such a big believer of karma. and also the saying, do onto others what u want others to onto u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113367135558053160?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113367135558053160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113367135558053160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113367135558053160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113367135558053160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/shock.html' title='shock'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113351347408783257</id><published>2005-12-02T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:30.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz_inner child</title><content type='html'>Your Inner Child Is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Surprised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/surprised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.You cherish all of the details in life.Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113351347408783257?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113351347408783257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113351347408783257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113351347408783257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113351347408783257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/quizinner-child.html' title='quiz_inner child'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113351155762079892</id><published>2005-12-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad...</title><content type='html'>i have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; grammer. i am ashamed to admit it. but yah, it is so terrible that it drove my editors crazy and they let out a sigh of relief once they finished my section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ah... how to improve grammer? i need to attend the class next to andre on monday le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a typical Singapore- weather day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ten japanese high sch boys i was with, wasnt used to it and keep tellin me, "it's hot! Japan is not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initally i was really frightened at the prospect, but luckily, they were really good kids, althou some might be cheeky and some put words in other people's mouth( " he said he wanna marry U!") and a few was cute, esp the one who played baseball, wore braces and had a cut at the corner of his eye due to baseball accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said they wanna go shoppin and i brought them to Marina Square, Citylink, Heeren, Takashimaya,Paragon and lastly the Scotts Pinic Food Court where they had dinner. none of them went remotely ga-ga over anything at any shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only place i lacked was Far East, maybe they would enjoy there more. but no time!! time was wasted in Marina Square, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shared with them my traditional fried carrot cake,( do they have that in Japan???) and most of them liked it. thats a relief! cause i didnt know how much they were enjoying themselves while shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is caremal frappucino the most popular drink among teenage boys in japan? every single of them who ordered in Starbucks , ordered the same thing... and the poor auntie had to sprayed whipped cream on her hand to illustare whats whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just basically lots of walking around and attempting to communiate. all of them called me Ms Eve, which is kinda funny , now that i think about it. too polite, afterall i am in the same age group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were so sweet! they wanted to buy a necklace for me when we were in Marina Square. initally thought they were askin if they could buy for themselves... took a few minutes to make&lt;br /&gt;sure i got them right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i said no. thats the right thing to do. and i always do the right thing... most of the time=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they got me this tea-cup which they had brought from Japan. it has a term, which i sadly forgot. they told me they had enjoyed themselves. had they really? cause i think i didnt really sense any excitement among them when i bring them around. guess they r sensitive enuff to a girl's feelings, to white-lie. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they said they would write to me!!! i am shocked! cause they r talking about SNAIL MAIL. wow! haha, cant wait to see if they would actually write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day ended at DFS with an explosion of flashes from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard alex's and yiting's grp actually had lunch in MACDONALDS eating the TEPPANYAKI burger. i cant figure out why. fly all the from japan to eat japan's food? dun geddit but i understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is always nice to see something familiar when u r away from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113351155762079892?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113351155762079892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113351155762079892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113351155762079892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113351155762079892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad.html' title='bad...'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113334482403734963</id><published>2005-11-30T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:29.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>breathe!!!! must remember to breaathee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must blog abt whata nice lady jenny lim was. friendly and approachable. she even told us that the previous group actually taped down their interview. ehhh, gues we r too... amatuerish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had initally forgotten to buy a present and then we sent hazel and alex to buy something ... luckily, or else so pai-seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the official qtns, we just any how shoot, at least i did. hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;eg:" what do u  think of project pilot?"&lt;br /&gt;ans:" it sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. hahaha/. actually she said that e contesting works were quite amatuerish! huh! even in the pro-segment! hahaha, thats how she viewed her competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the super-host show really CMI. it is a talent show.... but WHERE is the talent??? most of them left their talent at home , i guess.&lt;br /&gt;really yucks. almost can fight the 7-flowers in terms of lack of talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to rebond my hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;and buy a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;cut cosT! must cut cost!&lt;br /&gt;where am i gonna cut cost to fund all my 'wants'..????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113334482403734963?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113334482403734963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113334482403734963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113334482403734963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113334482403734963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_30.html' title='...'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113322933244477719</id><published>2005-11-29T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are they</title><content type='html'>i haf not escaped from the invasion of 7 flowers due to my diet of taiwanese shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the jiao-jie-li company ( the some one behind the success of 5566 and the tragedy of K-one and 183club )has really outdone themselves. the worst pop group has just been unleashed onto this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their first girl group realllllllllllly sucks( for lack of a better word) to the core. even their name is a bigger mistake than the pussycat dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so dots when i see them appearing on a music program. and they sing worse than Xiao S. at least Xiao S has comical effect. the 7 flowers just make mi cringe when they go off key. but i never switch channel. it just like, u wanna watch a train wreck or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep askin, Y r they here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY CANT SING. THEY CANT DANCE.( where is simon cowell!!!!)  SO why are they releasing albums? shouldnt them just go act, host or go dating? such is the greediness of jiao-jie-li company. must milk everything out b4 they expire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda saddening that they can sell albums. sun yanzi's album sales is plummeting though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113322933244477719?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113322933244477719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113322933244477719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113322933244477719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113322933244477719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-are-they.html' title='what are they'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113309445396377881</id><published>2005-11-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:29.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saddening</title><content type='html'>i lost all my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my physical evidence of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my birthday present for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yah. i cant help but be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and WHY I LOST IT?? thanks to some idiots whom i rather not trust. because i didnt trust them, i lied and ended up in the hot soup. or the pool in this case. and had to go through this emotional rollercoaster ride from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. there is a lot of work to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113309445396377881?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113309445396377881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113309445396377881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113309445396377881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113309445396377881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/saddening.html' title='saddening'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113265502482272186</id><published>2005-11-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>i never dread school before. but now, of course, i am startin to feel more than dread. i am close to being afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammm... gotta get a grip of my almost-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am guilty of spoiling the friendship between the 2 persons in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he made his choice, all i said was my opinion... but actually i think things are not that bad. the guy better buck up and stop digging his grave further. in the meantime, i shall just mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is the FuN and Splash. i hope it RAINS. and THUNDERS and LIghtNings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father is so cute. first time i think he has a sense of humour which is alive. first time he made me laugh. MY FATHER MADE ME LAUGH!!! in like, the first time since i hit teenage-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really take after him. i got so many of his (un)desirable traits, as proclaimed by my mother upteem times. i like to tell my mother that its a good sign, coz it means i am theirs and not some bastard's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish some1 would take a pic of me and my father watchin tv. i think we both sit in the same way lah. legs propped on the table, half leaning- half sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;my mother gone NUTTY!!!!!!!!!! she is preparing us for a world without her. she think she gonna drop dead anytime. like, seriously. why is she so berserk? if she really think that, y cant she get a doc.( tellin me u ache aint helpin things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is too young to die. i still wan my mama. very much. despite all my grivences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;i told yiting that i think she might go with KWWW coz KWWW can make her luff. she made a face. but accepted my philosophy made &lt;em&gt;a little&lt;/em&gt; sense( to her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to guys out there. here is a good sign to know whether a girl like u or not.&lt;br /&gt;she luffs at ur joke NO MATTER HOW UNFUNNY IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok? pls remember it. if she does not luff at ANY OF UR UNFUNNY jokes, pls leave her alone.  DUN  make a ass outta ur self. and make her dislike u even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113265502482272186?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113265502482272186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113265502482272186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113265502482272186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113265502482272186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_22.html' title='=('/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113240715114669986</id><published>2005-11-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loVe is/.........</title><content type='html'>love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how literate can this get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ah pek wants to buy a killer to do his dirty work. his dirty work? to dig out the pair of eyes which belongs to the woman he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? do u really do that to the person u love? dig out her eyes? cut her up? watch her die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, he didnt succeed. so crazy. the entire idea. the things u would do for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun understand one thing. how can girls and guys talk bad about the people they had once  supposedly loved after they broke up???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they can, i think its suffice to conclude that they never did love each other really. or sincerely. or wholeheartedly. i dun understand how can they do it. not a single puny tiny bit. do they feel some sort of kick dissing the people they had loved? or they were just misusing the word "love"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel glad that i dun have those people as friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113240715114669986?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113240715114669986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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losing it quite often nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'it' being self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha... what did u think 'it' was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told myself dun get the hopes up. told myself dun even start to assume. told myself dun let loose those sarcastic speech.told myself to endure my naggy mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt succeed of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now guilt ridden. i should turn vegetarian to ji-de ( accumulate good karma ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its impossible. i still have to go home to eat my darlin mother's homecooked meal which has loads of animal protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: stop procastinating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113228068217264883?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113221710388648203</id><published>2005-11-17T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:28.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get it away from mi</title><content type='html'>am back after the  "birthday" lunch. it didnt felt like a birthday occassion, dun have the birthday song. and no birthday cake. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could have enjoyed ourselves more had we not gone to an understaffed fish and co which dampen the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold food is not nice when its meant to be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer it over sizzler .&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my PMS characteristics. which i managed to recognise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-i am less tolerant of childish comments and behavoir.&lt;br /&gt;2-i am even less tolerant of whiny, childish males.&lt;br /&gt;3-i am even less tolerant of whiny, childish, insensitve males.&lt;br /&gt;4-i am even less tolerant of whiny, childish, insensitive and lame( not the cannot-walk meaning)  males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i am more sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;6.i am more irritable.&lt;br /&gt;7.i am less joke-y.&lt;br /&gt;8. i tell u to Shut Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113221710388648203?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113221710388648203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113221710388648203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blogskin always got this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not diserting her reason behind her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but generally speakin, people gets tired of being judged by how you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u look innocent and goody 2 shoes... doesnt mean that you will have a flowery, angels and stars, girlish, clean blog with no coarse language.  u feel sick and fed up and u wanna rebel. be all punk and rock. but u don have the guts to go goth or extreme, u just try to "rebel" at the small small things. afterall, u have no problem with following rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still...let ur true colors show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause  livin up to what others expect of u is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living up to what u want urself to be is way nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way. if u look all innocent and goody 2 shoes , doesnt mean u only drink milk and wont try sex until u r married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm. dont be surprised when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAHAH.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113219495767518563?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113219495767518563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113219495767518563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113219495767518563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113219495767518563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/stop-being-surprised.html' title='stop being surprised'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113197254984695109</id><published>2005-11-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:28.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=?</title><content type='html'>it will be good if we can glimpse at the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a glimpse. so that future remains unknown, largely. but u know it enough to know that you are not makin a wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm... this is so me. i just remenbered some personality test  said that  i am afraid of failure. afraid of makin a wrong choice. afraid of missing out something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;caught a french movie on ch56 yesterday. its a love story based on a serious of dares. such as i-dare-you-to-kiss-me, i-dare-you-to-say-you-love-me and finally i-dare-you-to-love-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda stupid i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wasting about 15 years with diff people, and building up careers and family,( by virture of a dare, of course)... the 2 leads decided that true love would not be denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they reunited, it was forever. they stood in some cubic space where the truck started to pour cement on them. yes, they r literately with each other together. cemented together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, it is for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113197254984695109?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113180512894358470</id><published>2005-11-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:28.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=?</title><content type='html'>to find some one you love is hard.&lt;br /&gt;to find some one you love to love you back is even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have someone who love you, you are fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;and if you can't love that someone back, it is unfortunate for both for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you shouldn't ever slight that someone who love you no matter how much you dun like him or her. that person is makin u a fortunate person. you should thank that person instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't have any one to love,&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt mean you dont have love to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just that you have not found that special one some one to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love just aint  meant for anyone, anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113180512894358470?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113180512894358470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113180512894358470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113180512894358470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113180512894358470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='=?'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113161638792339549</id><published>2005-11-10T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i rejected CAFE CARTEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i always dreamt of workin in the cafe cartel cause like, there got so many cute guys workin lahz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so i went to interview yesterday with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;guess what happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They ACCEPTED me and... I rejected them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_M_G! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they called and asked if i could start work next week. in the middle of my pastamania interview arranged from last week. and the most amazing thing was, my interviewer was away, takin something, when the cafe cartel person called lah. imagine if she had called while the interviewer was there. i surely wouldnt pick up. then i wouldnt have known... and would have accepted to work in P.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but in the end, despite knowin C.c wanted to hire me, i still choose to work for P.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now, i am ( almost) hyperventilating over why i made this decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am still going OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.m pays lower, btw. damm. i really didnt noe why i had the heart to reject C.c which had been where i wanted to try workin for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am hyperventilating coz i hope i didnt make a mistake by giving up C.c....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i had to wait so long for my interview.coz she was interviewin another guy.so long and naggy tht guy. heard him crappin abt dunno-what leadership qualities he supposedly had.( think he was answering the whats-ur-strength-and weakness- question).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was toyin with the idea of leaving if i had to wait for like, 5 mins more. lucky before e 5 min was up, she started her interview with mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i made my fateful decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh well. wish mi luck=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113161638792339549?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113161638792339549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113161638792339549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113161638792339549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113161638792339549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-rejected-cafe-cartel_10.html' title='i rejected CAFE CARTEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113125142668281408</id><published>2005-11-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:27.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ocean's concert</title><content type='html'>unknown to me, the pic loaded was in reverse order. so i shall just record my day in reverse order. 3rd Nov, is it Hari Raya?, went to see Ocean's concert  at Pandang.coz she had the tic. it ended within 1.5 hours and was just fairly entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/Photo1266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before it ends, there is always the obligaotry shot-with-fans-in-the-background. who are holding posters with ur name on it. and then, i was finally clued onto the fact that those small cards with idols' name that they are waving?... they are actually given to the fans by the management (?), instead of the fans themsevles preparing it. anything to make the star look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/Photo1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pleasant surprise! the superstar finalists yynder play music were there. but, disappointingly, they didnt get to perform. go there just to show face, maintain exposure and of coz, derek had the loudest LOUDEST screams reserved for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/Photo1262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ocean with joi chua. hahhahaha. nothing to comment. except that she took a long time to get onto the stage. is it some technical fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/Photo1261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another surprise was to see Danny Yeo hosting the event, esp when i thought he was just a lecturer at Ngee Ann, and had stop all the entertainment jobs. hmm.... he was wearing pink with the words "got cash" or something like that. very fitting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/1600/Photo1258.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/Photo1258.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup. thats the end of concert experience. it was realllly short! and ocean was struggling not to cry coz he was so touched. it must been a very nice feelin knowing that 8000 people can mass karoaok with U, singing your song.  altho i bet 80% had free tickets  so they came...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113125142668281408?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113125142668281408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113125142668281408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113125142668281408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113125142668281408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/oceans-concert.html' title='ocean&apos;s concert'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113094036676896202</id><published>2005-11-02T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:27.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goSssIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i really can't help but observe this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ever since the day, this girlfriend of mine  "declared", emphasis on the qoutation marks, KWwww, as her boyfriend in the NE lecture , she has become more and more involved with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;more blogs abt him etc, more talks abt him, more time spend with him ... all in the name of work of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but i sMEllLL truckloads of rats running around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113094036676896202?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113094036676896202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113094036676896202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113094036676896202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113094036676896202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/11/gosssip.html' title='goSssIP'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113076978468149963</id><published>2005-10-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>queensway...accidentally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we went to Ngee Ann to gather research. more exactly, attempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we took a cab there and its driver was so so... chatty. to say the least. in the 35 min ride, he managed to clue us in on the fact that he is married with 3 daughter, have 4 room flat, has 4 computers in his house, plays MAPLELAND, has a super-scholastic brother who works for an american company, and that NYP students have the slackiest dress sense generally among all the polys.( are u out of breathe yet?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thats a lot of information!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyway. we went there for nothing... almost. didnt get what we wanted anyway. and there is lots of walkin involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;of coz, the best is yet to come. it came only when we decided to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i told them that every bus at the bus stop goes to the clemeti MRT station. so we happily boarded the first... should be the 2nd bus that came, not carin abt the no or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and that bus... ... almost gave us a heart attack. to cut to the chase, we boarded us a bus that didnt go to clementi and drove thru VERY ulu places which made us thought that we r gonna lose our way and end up in Enuos with Syaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we couldnt recognise any landmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;alex and syaz were makin so much noise in the bus, each time the bus turns away from the train track. SO SO embarrassin!!!!!!!! hahahhahha/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;finally saw something familar and we quickly pressed the bell. feelin extremely relieved and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and so, in a twist of fate, we ended up in QSC, eating tu-tu quay and drinkin bubble tea and window shoppin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and helpin alex choose a spec frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this guy!!!!!! he is even more hard to please than mi. and very funny lahz. alex actually looks PRETTY!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX IS PRETTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG. its not only me, even ah-ho agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there is this song in my brain, very fittin...it goes like this:  &lt;em&gt;Pretty Alex, walkin down the street&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the end, the salesman took out like, 1/2 the displays for him to try but he didnt like anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i had waited ( and joined in the fun),in vain and only to be late for my dental appoinment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;therefore, even though i run half the way to my dentist, he still decided that i should come back next week for the appointment. due to lack of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMG... its like the 3rd time, the appointment has been postponed!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113076978468149963?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113076978468149963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113076978468149963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113076978468149963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113076978468149963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/queenswayaccidentally.html' title='queensway...accidentally.'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113071884858808423</id><published>2005-10-31T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:26.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shortest sentence to form a story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;She taught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He baked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;guilty as i am, for only knowing how to enjoy other people's hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113071884858808423?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113071884858808423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113071884858808423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113071884858808423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113071884858808423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/shortest-sentence-to-form-story.html' title='shortest sentence to form a story'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113059297808348216</id><published>2005-10-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;there is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolutely&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; no use in being unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so i will be happy. i will accept whatever is placed in my life. i will not grumble. i will take it in my stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;color of the month: G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;reen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dunno y. but i just like this color a lot, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113059297808348216?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113059297808348216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113059297808348216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113059297808348216'/><link 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tragically unbelieveable, adding yet another dimension of mystery and melodrama, allowing to appear as though it is a soap opera doomed for a not-happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i know. the more i realize i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worrying is a pointless activity. to me anyway. worry doesnt change a single bloody thing except make ur heart paipitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i hate my life. is it the teen angst? i am already at late teens. gonna be a bloody adult.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its becoz i am gonna be a bloody adult that i bloody hate my freakin life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to be asked for money.&lt;br /&gt;by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;who could support my brother's decision to buy a bloody car which he cant afford( yet).&lt;br /&gt;to buy neccessities.&lt;br /&gt;if u cant afford neccessities, y bother with luxuries now????? + faint+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate her bloody voice so bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just spend everything away so that i have nothing left. so that she can stop askin mi for it. so that she can start askin from her beloved son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate money problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u have too little, u cant be living at a decent quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but havin a lot doesnt gaurantee u happiness too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. this is so freakin double edged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113050723201378920?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113050723201378920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113050723201378920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/806/320/Placid%20Logo%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. there it is!Syazwan's masterpiece done at 6 am, today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113039135965034157?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113039135965034157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113039135965034157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113039135965034157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113039135965034157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/logo.html' title='logo'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-113037950839224182</id><published>2005-10-27T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:26.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Maxine posed a very interesting question yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my face has no chinese genes! why must my breasts have chinese genes??????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, her curves has reduced a bit due to her weight lose recently. at least she feels this way. every1 knows that when u lose weight, the first spot to lose the fats would be the mammaries glands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to say, i am like, facing an opposite situation which is quite depressing. despite the fact that i had never been more aware about the existence of my boobs since i left secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. despite this piece of eh... uplifting piece of news,  there's NO escaping that i have an enormous urge to lose weight and go back to my skinny , curveless former- self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun wan to come to a day when i cant fit any of my existing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow manage to break my first molar. i had already broken it once when i was younger. and i had to break it again when i ate a piece of cookie or something. dammm. i am too greedy for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small cracks make a BIG crack. which requires crowning now. which als requires lots of moneeee. damm again!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dentist had said that it would take at least 2 appointments to get everything fixed up. and told me that i should relax, concentrate on breathing and stop squeezing my thumb, coz it is turning BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a new name for our group and syazwan came up with a  brillant logo for us!!!!!!!!! will post it asap.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-113037950839224182?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/113037950839224182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=113037950839224182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/113037950839224182'/><link rel='self' 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teammate since KK wants to grp with arshad... or die tryin. lol. funny lahz, this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i tryin to get used to spendin weekends at home. i realized i have like, absolutely nowwhere to go! omg. i have to admit i really have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i cant ask my friends to go out coz they have work. or sch. or bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;then what? go out with who? ghost? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but hor, the time at home doing nothing also pass so fast. now already midnight. i have been up for 15 hours already!!!!!!! lucky got harry potter entertain me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thanks , arshad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-112999717412856520?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/112999717412856520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=112999717412856520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112999717412856520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112999717412856520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/gettin-on-track-or-die-tryin.html' title='gettin on track or die tryin'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-112943772255076403</id><published>2005-10-16T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:25.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin a lot, 2 much</title><content type='html'>i have so much time on hand, i feel quite guilty for wasting them. for, i always believe that time is precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, due to the ridiculousy large amt of time i have on my hand, time has made mi realize what my heart really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it is not money and to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not even THE perfect boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun even care abt grades that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i really want is NOT TO GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i want to stay like a child, lead a child-like life as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so CAREFREE and i am not bothered by anything except school and TV and playtime. i dun wan to think about employment or carreer, transportation costs, road taxes, rising petrol/electricity bills, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the money issues that the grown ups face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my brother has gone to most probably , &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;purchase a car&lt;/span&gt;. i sighed. i really think his job and our family cant really afford a car, no matter how low the price has dropped. i mean. only my father work. their combined salary for a month isnt even near.... the cost of one tiffany ring. or 5 burberry white coats. or errrr.....2500 hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a car is what brother had really wanted ever since he broke up with his ex. he didnt even want a new gf. he wanted a car. ehhh... he said he rather "feed" his car than feed a gf. i guess i can sorta understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz, no matter what happens, how good or bad u treat ur car, ur car cant dump u. ONLY you can dump ur car and upgrade it anytime u wan. but when it comes to gf, no matter how good u r to her, u still have a risk of kana dump, whether u r mentally prepared or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe with a car, my brother will suddenly be more attractive to those girls out there. i can just imagine them, eyes sparkling and all flitatious like, in those fluffy soap opera..... yuck!!!!! what kind of sis in law will i end up with?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which remind mi, ,my brother kinda said he doesnt mind not gettin married. WHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-112943772255076403?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/112943772255076403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=112943772255076403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112943772255076403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112943772255076403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinkin-lot-2-much.html' title='thinkin a lot, 2 much'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-112883245871232272</id><published>2005-10-09T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:25.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and myself quiz results</title><content type='html'>Get to know yourself better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward.&lt;/span&gt; You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may not like to study but you have many practical ideas&lt;/span&gt;. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;afraid of failure&lt;/span&gt; and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice&lt;/span&gt;. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-112883245871232272?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/112883245871232272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=112883245871232272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112883245871232272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112883245871232272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-and-myself-quiz-results.html' title='me and myself quiz results'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10431263.post-112882933277296695</id><published>2005-10-09T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:07:25.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i have no job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i've got loads of time on hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so this is what it feels like to be on holiday, slackin away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wake up whenever i want, sleep whenever i want and just watch TV the rest of time. oh, i try to go joggin in the morning also. or i resort to  skipping if i am so so lazy to get outta the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i refuse to become a 100% certified couch potatoe. and risk piling on kilos in the process!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so many nice shows to watch!!! ahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;there's the new idol-drama on CH54.  the show better dun disappoint me after building up my anticipation and expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ohHHH, and my friend is attached ! i wonder how long can she last this time round. lol !! kinda sound wrong with my last question. but according to pattern, this one should be countable in months...  way better than her previous attempts at relationships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;whahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i just wish u all last for a very long time K? 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Jean is the new president! WOW! CONGRATS JEAN!!!! the president of SU has been female for consecutively for 2 years! guys in SU...+ shake the head+... not up to standard ah? lol, only noe how to self entertain half the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then whoever in the SU room all go for dinner together at ... + where else??+....Cafe Cartel! sigh, i cant resist the lure of the fresh, warm bread=) they played the no. game then, yiting had to kiss  candice. lol. through out the time, they just exchanged lots of gossip. really funny. all of them, kelly is such a DRAMA- queen!!! should join star search but 2 bad, star search is already a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, made plans with diff people to go out on different days. haha, feel happy that my friends and mi all makin effort to make time out to hang out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun need a lot of friends, just need a few real, true ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i went to watch Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. so many cool one liners which is full of puns!!! so smart and witty, i wonder who wrote the script... ^ brillant ^ !!!!!!! applause!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10431263-112860986835837827?l=eveandherself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/feeds/112860986835837827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10431263&amp;postID=112860986835837827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112860986835837827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10431263/posts/default/112860986835837827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveandherself.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkyADYoGEEY/TklAgOdvg-I/AAAAAAAABgk/M2bJlRShjTg/s220/P1060926.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
