<?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-6781812</id><updated>2012-01-12T16:52:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE OLD BLOG(Click on Black High Heels Instead)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111430649807423697</id><published>2005-04-24T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T09:38:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WE HAVE OFFICIALLY MOVED TO BLACKHIGHHEELS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/MOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com"&gt;http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier to remember. Black High Heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a few posts over there, so that when you guys move over, you'll have something to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The style of blogging is very different from this one, according to maureen, it's very brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared for a different evelyn over there. Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111430649807423697?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111430649807423697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111430649807423697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111430649807423697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111430649807423697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-have-officially-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111406753377871430</id><published>2005-04-21T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:12:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;YAABAADAABAADOOOOOO!!! (*Flintstones*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in school about 11am to study and perhaps round up my module before I go for consultation at 2pm. Fred was very nice(That explains the flintstones theme), he has a very ci xiang face, like Mother Theresa kind face...he's just very approachable lah. He answered all my stupid questions patiently and with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, machiam doing customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my singlish, I am just too happy to write in proper english because there are no words to describe how high I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEE. Thank God, Thank Allah, Thank Guanyin Niang Niang, Thank Satan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I especially must thank Mussel my dog, for being there for me and stepping all over my research papers for good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Mussel - Mommy loves you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I've gone officially mad until I forgot to tell you all why I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've got an A for my investment project! Weeeee!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer announced that the students who chose to be graded for the module can go collect their projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super long and painful walk all the way from Science(had consultation) to Department of Building. Felt nervous cos I wanted so much to do well for this module, but I consoled myself that if I don't get A, I'll be fine getting a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked 2 rounds before I got to the lecturer's pigeon hole. I don't know the place very well...super blur how things work over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saw my returned project, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like an A. It also looked like a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I emailed the guy and he replied that I got an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better go study and FOCUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111406753377871430?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111406753377871430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111406753377871430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111406753377871430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111406753377871430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/yaabaadaabaadoooooo-flintstones-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111401773910417074</id><published>2005-04-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:22:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAR ZONE IN NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today, and chilled with Mussel the whole afternoon watching American Idol. Had my weekly dose of tuition, and I decided that I was too slack and hence I went to school to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was PACKED at 8pm! Freaking hell man. I thought people were going home around that time...but they were all there ready for war. They've got their food supplies, their hot drinks, their water, their laptop and whatever barangs barangs ready to study late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so guilty leaving that place around midnight. What the hell. These people super deserve their A's loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind having B's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111401773910417074?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111401773910417074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111401773910417074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111401773910417074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111401773910417074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/war-zone-in-nus-woke-up-late-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111396898103424642</id><published>2005-04-20T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T11:49:41.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One week from now I'd have finish 4 papers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast yet scary. I haven't even studied finish my tutorials or my notes and here I am blogging and doing up my other blog. Hehe...what a weird girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to miss school after I graduate. I'll miss my friends, the place....but not the workload. PUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously a blog for the sake of blogging. I better go study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111396898103424642?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111396898103424642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111396898103424642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111396898103424642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111396898103424642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-week-from-now-id-have-finish-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111383547580393843</id><published>2005-04-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:44:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dodgy Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually slamming myself by blogging about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was studying at Science Library today with Maureen....and after she left, I was alone for awhile. The guy sitting one chair away from me was always a bit weird in his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIS HANDS REACHED DOWN INTO HIS PANTS AND SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH STUPID PERVERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He obviously knows that I am sitting beside him....he obviously knows that he shouldn't do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Ppl are a bit weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I say I might be slamming myself...but hey, I think I represent about 1% of the cohort of science. We Comp Finance people are different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't reach down our panties or underwear to SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111383547580393843?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111383547580393843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111383547580393843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111383547580393843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111383547580393843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/dodgy-science-i-am-actually-slamming.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111375882532202888</id><published>2005-04-18T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:27:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's the exams or the fact that I have to bathe in a different toilet tonight that I feel like this. Anyway I had to use another toilet which had no hot water or anything because the water pipe is leaking from upstairs to ground floor. So my dad confirm know that someone is bathing. Cos when he is watching tv downstairs, water trickle down from the 3rd level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to use the primitive way of bathing for awhile...which is to use a few buckets and a scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash went with me to school today to accompany me study for abit. He read his medical books while I rush through my tutorials...I have a 4-a-day tutorial rule set for myself. If I wasn't busy doing up my new blog, I'll prolly finish up 6 a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel disgusted with this current blog. Maybe it's the stupid big flower, which I thought looked so good. What's wrong with me. I'm just nitpicking on everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE MY NEW BLOG WOULD BE MUCH NICER! HEHEHEHE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned k? Weeee.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111375882532202888?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111375882532202888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111375882532202888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111375882532202888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111375882532202888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/feeling-gross-i-wonder-if-its-exams-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111358336807854019</id><published>2005-04-16T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:42:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an obsession....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime during exams, I have to be obsessed about something. This time, its the name of my new blog. I have created 10 different names for my blog, none of them I'm satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau finally helped me with one very suitable name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not reveal as yet, because I may still change the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I came home today, I have been obsessed about the perfect name from 6pm to 1242am. Which is now. No work done, and I am super regretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...better buck up tom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111358336807854019?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111358336807854019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111358336807854019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111358336807854019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111358336807854019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111345247228382839</id><published>2005-04-14T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:21:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW BLOG.....not now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just created a new account for blogging....this is perhaps to signify a new chapter in my life after I graduate and go out to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Url is up, but no posts and templates are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, will reveal other details later when everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying! Weee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111345247228382839?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111345247228382839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111345247228382839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111345247228382839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111345247228382839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111344654744822368</id><published>2005-04-14T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:42:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember the Numa Numa Dance? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fat guy was dancing to some song....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may wanna take a good look at this then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/donchin/idle.swf"&gt;http://members.cox.net/donchin/idle.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111344654744822368?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111344654744822368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111344654744822368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111344654744822368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111344654744822368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/remember-numa-numa-dance-fat-guy-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111344557532127876</id><published>2005-04-14T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:32:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONTENTED &amp; GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Devilsbar alone last night. Yes...ALONE. I tried calling a couple of friends to ask if they'd be there, most of them no, and one of them can't confirm. I can't stand being home and just sitting there trying to study but in essence trying to read other ppl's blog. I might as well waste time constructively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I was angry with Ash who has been neglecting me lately. Maybe I'm a young punk, perhaps when I'm older, I wouldn't be so bothered about such things. Hmm...for now, I'm a bitch then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called myself a cab and reached there about 10pm? Hmm, I didn't know if anyone was there, nor did I care. I just wanted to grab myself a drink and dance a couple of rounds....to clear my head of everything. At least I knew the bartender...so I sat down at the bar, ordered myself a strongbow, chatted a little with him, and mainly watch WWE on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just felt like watching TV at home, except that you wear nicer and put on thicker makeup. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Andrew popped out from nowhere...was glad he was there. We chatted and then this weird man beside me suddenly spoke to me and asked for my name and stuff. I got scared. Don't ask me why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays if any guy tries to chat up with me, I tend to either run away or ignore the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later found out from Andrew that he's CK Tang's grandson....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PUI* I don't care for rich men with sleazy behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash came later, just in time to see some other guy trying to talk to me and so on. He had that,"I'm going to kill the next man that talks to my girl face." Goodness gracious, later the guy even came over to ask if I could BLUETOOTH my games to his handphone. I also felt weird, but cannot say no since he's andrew's fren. Ash had that FACE again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to dance and realised that Desmond, Gary &amp;amp; Jovern were there! So great to see familiar faces when you least expect them! I was expecting to be ALONE the whole night, but turns out that my friends were there. Gulped down another couple of drinks and I started dancing like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some chats with Kzee(the dj) and Alan(dj from wkrz). Kzee was asking if I had finished my exams...I replied that I'm going on to my last set of papers and then I graduate. He was like,"Technically I watched you grow up." I remember haunting devilsbar even before I stepped into NUS...now I'm graduating? Freaky man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, as I was chatting with Alan, Ash gave that FACE again. Muauaahhhahaha, I would also if he was talking to some other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another argument with him on the way home, and I will be more cold towards him in days to come. I realise that being too nice tosomeone makes the other not treasure what he/she has. Always good to be a bitch/bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I feel guilty for playing too much last night....I better do some serious studying for the next few days. Yeah, I need a little guilt to push me on in my studies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111344557532127876?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111344557532127876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111344557532127876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111344557532127876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111344557532127876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/contented-jovern-were-there-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111339887385768623</id><published>2005-04-13T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:27:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISS BORED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored of studying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed with Ash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going clubbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's alone. Just wanna clear my head with some loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111339887385768623?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111339887385768623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111339887385768623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111339887385768623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111339887385768623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/piss-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111331125281412724</id><published>2005-04-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:08:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BAD DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought the laptop to school, and was carrying all my barangs barangs....and along the way I lost my fav Reebok jacket without knowing it. It keeps me warm all the time, and it was in my fav colour(black) and....it's been with me for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear jacket....where are you now? I should have treasured you when I had you...I shouldn't have taken you for granted. Even if you were so big and bulky, I should have stuffed you in my bag so you won't be lost. Everyday I carry you by hand...I was bound to lose you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, on a brighter note, I did quite alright for my test...which I thought I was going to flunk. Turns out that the lecturer was such a lenient marker. You write one sentence he gives you almost full marks even if your answer was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice of him. I will forever remember his kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111331125281412724?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111331125281412724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111331125281412724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111331125281412724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111331125281412724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/bad-day-brought-laptop-to-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111323465595425769</id><published>2005-04-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:52:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;COUTURE&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was surfing &lt;a href="http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au"&gt;http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au&lt;/a&gt; and I saw some pictures from the Haute Couture that caught my interest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/notnice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/NICE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111323465595425769?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111323465595425769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111323465595425769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111323465595425769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111323465595425769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/huh-couture-my-dad-was-surfing-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111314144364650020</id><published>2005-04-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:00:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gimme a Man with Passion and Ambition about Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find that such men turn you on? Or maybe I'm going on to another stage in my life....the desperately seeking mate to marry stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, looks and "love" were enough. "Love" cos I believe I never knew the meaning of that then...perhaps I do not fully understand that still. Then as you get older, more characteristics have to be in place to call it a relationship. Maybe, money? Honesty? Committment(one t or 2 t?)? Fidelity? Loads more....the list will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I have another 2 more to add to my list. Ambition and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being ambitious and doing nothing about it, and being ambitious and seriously doing something about it is totally different even if they have the same common factor(oops maths again). Of course I'm referring to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Ash went for his laser course today and sms me that this was what he was made for. Aesthetics. He thoroughly enjoyed the whole course, he enjoyed looking good and taking care of himself...quite like a woman. Mau you gotta nod to that! When we talk about hair removal, botox, dermabrasion, laser etc....he's there to give advice and is so into our conversation. As if he's one of us. Yeah, I think he's suitable for this too...look at his skin! Smoother than mine! Smoother than Mussel's smooth coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been thinking about this a long time, and I think for the first time in the 2 years I've known him, he's doing something about it. He's going to take a few courses about dermatology and then maybe take his surgical exams and so on. If things go well...maybe he'll be like Woffles Wu. Hmmm....that will take longer than just a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy for him that he now has a clear direction in his life, although it may seem abit late(32 years). Nonetheless, it's still good cos he's so busy planning for this and that! Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, if you want some botox, laser, hair removal, or some skin treatment...be sure to check with me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll play a couple of games before I go back to some studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Good mood*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111314144364650020?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111314144364650020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111314144364650020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111314144364650020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111314144364650020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/gimme-man-with-passion-and-ambition.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111303518260079070</id><published>2005-04-09T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:26:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unable to describe my boredom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home on a good weathered saturday afternoon. How gross is that. If I had no exams...I'll be out shopping with friends by now. I managed to pack my papers into their respective subjects. Well...I should say modules. There is only one subject, but four sub modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been surfing around blogs ever since...and been reading my friend's blogs, friend's friends blogs...and so on. Realised that someone I don't know, knows a whole lot of my other friends(whom I seldom hang around with now). Amazing why we are not friends or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this person who used to say he was seriously interested in me, which was maybe 2 years ago. Well, just saw his photo with his WIFE there. Oh my...lucky I wasn't interested in him...wouldn't it be sad if I got cheated? I also remember another guy who was interested in me turned out to be married and cheating on his wife too. This was revealed by his friend whom I dated for awhile but had some problems accepting his weird behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mau...I used to attract freaks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, call it women's instincts or sixth sense...I didn't feel right with them. So I sorta was saved from heartbreak or whatsoever. This kinda instincts come with experience and maturity la...I also had my round of stupid assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shows that clubbing guys are never good. Of course there are good ones out that who go once in 2 years kind....and you better pray that you catch them on their night out. Other than that, I guess clubbing is just a place to have fun with your good pals whom you feel safe with...or have fun with yourself(I dance alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, everything good comes with a price. Ash is from the club and he's quite a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I HAVE TO CONVERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes ppl. I'm going out for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not devilsbar. Not anywhere clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 1 year old baby's BIRTHDAY PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'm officially a nerd and a boring person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111303518260079070?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111303518260079070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111303518260079070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111303518260079070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111303518260079070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/unable-to-describe-my-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111298191575459713</id><published>2005-04-09T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:40:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Braces makes your face smaller?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just watching Jacky Wu's Guess Guess Guess show and the pretty girls segment was about girls with braces! Wow...how appropriate. It's like a confidence booster for me. Looking at the girls having braces and looking fine and all...made me feel that my decision to do this was right. It was right 6 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody wasted so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the girls looked ok...except for this one who had rubber bands. I think I'll go thru that stage too cos the dentist put some metal brace with hooks at the back....so I think that's one of the ugliest part of the treatment. Damn...can't run away from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls had those before and after pictures and they really lost weight...and the face shape changes with the treatment! Some face become smaller...some become longer(in a GOOD way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope mine turns out great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dreamland now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111298191575459713?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111298191575459713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111298191575459713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111298191575459713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111298191575459713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/braces-makes-your-face-smaller-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111296539932463367</id><published>2005-04-08T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:27:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The end of one suffering, the beginning of another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always like this. One door closes, another opens. Away with the old, and on with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last semester. This is my last round of project in nus...and I am on to my last round of exams in uni. After this door closes, another door opens and I'll be part of the working society. When will I close that door and be part of the tai tai society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spas. High teas. BmW. Wallet full of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Composing myself* Ahem...yes where was I. Yeah, I have exactly 2 weeks before my first paper and a landslide of 3 others about that time too. Maths, maths and more maths. Yeah I did like maths when I was in JC, that was when maths was a whole lot easier to understand, but I don't have to do so much Maths right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I was a maths major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps down with Mussel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams makes you wanna eat. Sitting down at the chair for the past 10 mins is equivalent to being nagged by your mommy for 3 hours. I become so curious when I have exams....I start wondering how that dusty chocolate bar in the mama shop tastes like or how that cup of cream you know that is expired but still haven't throw taste like. I wonder what does Sushi Tei's salmon sashimi and hotate miso mayo taste like at that moment....even though I have tasted it for like many times!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home on a friday evening nursing a huge pimple and trying to pack up my stuff so that it'll be neater and easier to retrieve when I intend to study. Everyone is going clubbing tonite...Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am interested. I am a softer and mellowed girl now. I don't club as much as I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to waste time by reading ppl's blog...ppl I don't really like, ppl I like...all of 'em. Wonder if the exams would make my blog less, or make me go mad and make me blog 3 times more. I try to waste time by creating an excel worksheet to calculate my worse-case scenario for my results this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that my circle of friends have become quite small...now not many people ask me out for fun anymore. Last time was like,"Hey you coming here or not....we all waiting..." or "Where you going tonight....let's go out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..my hp is so quiet...I try to call myself to check if it's spoiled. Hehe...kidding lah. I don't do such bo liao things. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope when my next door opens, my life is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr....ROAR!!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can tell I am bored right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111296539932463367?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111296539932463367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111296539932463367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111296539932463367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111296539932463367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/end-of-one-suffering-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111289125736860578</id><published>2005-04-08T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T00:33:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tickled by Papa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been surfing around blogs and came across one of xiaxue's post about the Triumph Lingerie fashion show with pictures of celebs and all...she's really funny. &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Http://xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanted to show daddy Edmund Chen and his brother's photo from the blog, and how outrageously different they look. Then daddy scrolled to the Versace fashion show and then to the lingerie pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like...aiyoh they might as well don't wear. Acting all daddy figure and conservative and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were these 2 pics that look very much the same. The model was hugging a teddy bear covering her boobs. One pic from the front...one from the back. Daddy asked if it was the same girl...I replied yes. She did look the same. Daddy replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WHAT. YOU SEE...HER STOCKINGS ARE DIFFERENT. (He continued scrolling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahahah, he go and notice it mans. I didn't even look that closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I don't know why I find it funny. I found it funny especially after I took a sleep inducing medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111289125736860578?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111289125736860578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111289125736860578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111289125736860578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111289125736860578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/tickled-by-papa-been-surfing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111271492453496182</id><published>2005-04-05T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:35:48.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE PUTTING ON THE POUNDS WHEN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your jeans don't zip up as comfortably anymore&lt;br /&gt;2) You've got an extra layer when you sit down&lt;br /&gt;3) You totally let yourself indulge in yet another chocolate item(Mine's Yan Yan choco sticks)&lt;br /&gt;4) Your friends noticed that you've put on a little weight.&lt;br /&gt;5) Your meals have EXTRA side dishes....&lt;br /&gt;6) etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;The worst is when&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;You are stuck cos you can't fit anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/stuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whwhahahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111271492453496182?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111271492453496182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111271492453496182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111271492453496182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111271492453496182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-know-that-you-are-putting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111258245663621418</id><published>2005-04-04T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:38:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forum Shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every module taken has a forum(unless the teacher don't wish to open it), where students can discuss about questions and topics related to the module or perhaps post questions so that students and lecturers can discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who has perfect English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the LECTURER is going to read it, I definitely won't write this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/f.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer immediately posted that everyone must use standard English. Think he was traumatised by the standard of English she used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111258245663621418?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111258245663621418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111258245663621418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111258245663621418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111258245663621418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/forum-shock-every-module-taken-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111254115955103988</id><published>2005-04-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:35:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVER'S SPAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's not about him calling me a fat ass, nor it's about another trivial matter about him stepping on my toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's RELIGION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've heard of stories of the Christian Husband goes to church while his Buddhist wife stays home and prays at her alter. But this kinda mix never happens in the Islam world. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no devout Christian, Buddhist or whatever else. The religion stated on my report book last time was Taoism, but I never considered myself anything. So I guess I'm a freethinker. Being in a Methodist school for 6 years doesn't have much of an effect on me. I listen, I respect, but I never be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at an age whereby I have to carefully consider my decisions in a r/s because if I waste any more time, nobody is going to wait for me. In a mixed r/s, you will always go round and round and be back quarrelling at the differences that cannot be resolved. Now I'm faced with the question: IF YOU DON DO THIS, YOU CAN NEVER BE WITH ME?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that I went to this mixed wedding where I felt that maybe things could work out between us. Now I think of that girl, did she really convert because she loved the religion or because she loved the man. Then the marriage isn't that pure already isn't it? Everything isn't perfect anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why was I presented with an eligible bachelor who is smart, successful(to a certain extent), witty, charming(in his own way), generous, consistent in r/s and ever so respectful to everyone...so hard to be with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could, but I realise I'm just deluding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Charlotte in Sex and the City converted to a Jew for her husband and insisted on doing everything Jew. Elizabeth Taylor could do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be prepared to give up your beliefs so that you can be with the man you love? Is it fair that you do the sacrifice and choose love over realism and the other party can have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I'm just being sad and whiny. Perhaps the only way to stop this, is to not be in one of these in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm digging my own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He asked me if I would choose him or choose pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for quite a moment. And I answered the latter. Haiz what have I done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111254115955103988?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111254115955103988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111254115955103988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111254115955103988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111254115955103988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/lovers-spat-this-time-its-not-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111250532155334550</id><published>2005-04-03T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:20:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BeCooL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely loved the show, although some people thought it was a bad show, I sure didn't regret watching it. I always believe that different people have different tastes....whenever I go to a movie that everyone was raving about, I usually end up hating it. I guess you just have to go to a movie with no expectations and go with your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one part of the show, they were dancing to Black Eyed Peas..and it sorta looked like Pulp Fiction. HHaaha....Ash said that John Tr. can dance..I replied that he had undergone training in Sat nite Fever and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really loved it. And will get the dvd when it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent about 4 hours in the afternoon in school yesterday to try to churn out my investment project. Hmm, the first draft is out, but there are some amendments to be made. Now I'm on to my other project, which I'm quite freaked out cos I haven't written the report yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To more bz days ahead! Kam Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dream Laz Nite&lt;/strong&gt;: This was weird...I dreamt that I was in a cab driven by a fiona xie lookalike...I said she was pretty and we chatted how she became a taxi driver. Then suddenly the front seat beside her pops out her little girl. I asked how she did it. She said since she's so small, the seat sorta hides or camouflage her daughter. Then later the fiona xie lookalike gave me her number. It started with 8 but it only had 6 number. I thought that maybe now the telephone operators start to give 6 numbers hp number. Thought it was a prank, but she called me with her number...and it came out the exact 6 number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what number was it. I forgot. Anyways, then we came out of the car and walking to the 7-11 direction suddenly we heard a loud thud. We turned to realise that some guy was thrown down the building and blood was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mussel woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think my dream was contributed by BeCool and the Interview with the Vampire on tv later in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111250532155334550?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111250532155334550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111250532155334550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111250532155334550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111250532155334550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/becool.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111246439612148138</id><published>2005-04-03T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:54:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR GRUMPY GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tshirt I got today. :) Kewt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111246439612148138?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111246439612148138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111246439612148138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111246439612148138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111246439612148138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-grumpy-girls-tshirt-i-got-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111236996542729547</id><published>2005-04-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:39:25.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Be an Employee for the rest Of yer Life!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Ash and Liz on the way home last night, and Ash had a few beers to drink, he said something out of drunken stupor that made alot of sense. He always makes sense, but I try to twist and turn his words and make him feel pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we get by going to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowledge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I do not think the finance sector ever needs you model the birth rate and death rate of tigers and lions(Ordinary differential equation module...Cheryl you know best).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one article in the straits times that mentioned students from a particular university cheated for most of their tests and exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look around for hope when I have tests. I don't think every school/university is any different. There will always be people who cheat. Just last semester this couple of students openly cheated on the test, by communicating with each other across the room where EVERYONE can see. There will always be some righteous person who will be a tattletale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yedah Yedah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that we go to school so that we can be an employee. Which means that we may be an employee for the REST OF OUR LIVES because we are trained to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are entrepreneurs never had to finish up their studies....cos maybe if they did, they'll end up like the rest of us who follow blindly with the others on the paper chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their's also paper chase. The money chase, to be more explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home on a friday night because I decided to stay home and do some proper work. I ended up blogging and writing nonsense. Investment project: Left 30%. Finance project: Left 40%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More nonsense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During math tutorial on thurs, I realised that vincent's pencil box is so tiny. Had to take it with my phonecam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pencilbox.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pencil case is like so much bigger than his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after school I rushed home to change and meet liz for a free movie sponsored by the AIA. They are very good at recruiting people. They attract young people to come for the free movies, but these people have to fill up their particulars and so on. So that they can qualify for a lucky draw prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the youngsters like DIGITAL CAMERAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they go filling up their particulars for that prize. If 2000 people manage to be recruited, and they earn say $2000 a mth. If they get a cut say 5% of their pay. They earn $200,000 already. What's a mere digicam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that they advertising skills are good. Even I am considering joining AIA as a Financial Services CONSULTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You get to travel every year(Company Perks)&lt;br /&gt;2. You'll be your own boss&lt;br /&gt;3. You write your own paycheck&lt;br /&gt;4. You can earn what a nurse would get in a year, in one month(This was from the video shown by AIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not for the moment lahs. I hope to do something really related to what I study...as an employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the cinema to be ready, liz and I were already at the FRONT of the queue. When we heard it was free sitting, we quickly walked into the cinema to get good seats. Ho ho ho...we managed to get the couple/sofa seats and at a very good place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/movie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our snacks...sponsored by AIA. They are really good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, better get some work done...weee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111236996542729547?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111236996542729547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111236996542729547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111236996542729547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111236996542729547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/04/be-employee-for-rest-of-yer-life-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111225974191768057</id><published>2005-03-31T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:02:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, realised that my blog code doesn't allow commenting. Will change it soon, but temporarily comment at the tag- board ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111225974191768057?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111225974191768057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111225974191768057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111225974191768057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111225974191768057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-comments-hmm-realised-that-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111211525147833404</id><published>2005-03-30T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T00:54:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH HUEY AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/7c695a4e.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is shown on Channel 8 at about 8-9pm on Sundays. Her name is Ru Hua and she is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is sad because we are laughing at ugly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her, I think beneath that makeup, she doesn't look so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111211525147833404?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111211525147833404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111211525147833404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111211525147833404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111211525147833404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/ah-huey-ah-this-girl-is-shown-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111202717368460557</id><published>2005-03-29T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:26:43.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THAT JAZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get away from all the projects and tutorials(haven't even started yet) today, and so I went to Amore after giving tuition. I only got back at midnight...that's way too much relaxation for a girl with so many deadlines and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to attend a jazz dance class instead of hip hop and I'm glad I did. Think hip hop too funky for someone like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very gay man was the instructor for the day, and he is very good! He was so into his own dancing, that he never notice if the ladies were just prancing around like stupid fools(me). Anyways, we did a half hour stretch, which was very good for me, because I'm not looking for any super cardio exercise like aerobics or kick-boxing. Dancing is good because the stretches make you lean and more flexible. Although I suck at it, I think I'll go back for more jazz class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did classical jazz stretches for half hour and then proceed do street jazz alongside J'Lo's Love Don't Cost a Thing. It's really fun, because you don't know what's going to come next. Aerobics? Ah, you will definitely march on the spot, step touch, mambo, clap here and there...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so guilty that I did nothing to whole day. I will buck up tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111202717368460557?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111202717368460557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111202717368460557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111202717368460557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111202717368460557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-that-jazz-decided-to-get-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111193641478429070</id><published>2005-03-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:13:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evie wanna HipHop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been contemplating going back for the 2nd module of exotic dancing, but decided against it due to my upcoming Hongkong trip(squeals!!!). Gotta save money for shopping over there, Singapore clothes are getting way too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like dancing or doing something different, and thought maybe I should utilise my Amore membership to go learn hiphop over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exciting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my projects are halfway done, hopefully will be able to hand up right on time because I still have 1.5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the projects are submitted, I'll have to study for the bloody exams that is coming in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Depressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111193641478429070?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111193641478429070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111193641478429070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111193641478429070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111193641478429070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/evie-wanna-hiphop-been-contemplating.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111185596461775545</id><published>2005-03-27T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:52:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phuture Reminisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popped down to phuture after the movie, The Eye 10, which was horrible by the way. Will get into that later. So Ash n I was at phuture ordering our drinks, and as I looked around, I saw big groups of friends talking and laughing and then I suddenly remembered Eric, Wilson and Kevin. 2 years ago, all of us were there, sitting down and laughing our heads off over nothing in particular. Whenever I'm with them, I feel safe cos they are really great guys and friends, and I can never have a single moment of boredom with them! Really miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went even further back, to how I got to know Eric and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to zouk for Dave Seaman with a bunch of guy friends 2-3 years ago? The music was good and I got high pretty fast due to the empty stomach/music/drinks/atmosphere. Since the guys I went with were just looking for girls to have fun with, that's why I don't go out with them anymore-they're really dodgy, I went up to the platform to have my fun dancing. So I was at the centre platform with Eric and Kevin(strangers then). Then I overhead Kevin telling Eric to try to get to know me or get my number or whatever....yeah it seemed quite dodgy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I was high or I was bored, I normally would have walked away or kept quiet. But I squeezed my head between their shoulders and shouted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ALL TALKING ABOUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laughed at how funny and weird I was, and I laughed for no particular reason. And that's how our friendship started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Eric's happily married, Kevin's happily attached, Wilson is happily working....it gets quite hard to be back at those days when you laughed the hardest. Cos everything is different now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways want to talk about the movie. That show was scary but it's a mindless kinda scary. It's not like those deep scary shows like saw, gothika, watever else, where after the movie, you will go on and think why did the actor did this, or did that. The Eye was just, BOO and thank you ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So didn't really like the show myself. However if you are a sucker for mindless scares like this, maybe you'd like the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects projects projects!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111185596461775545?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111185596461775545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111185596461775545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111185596461775545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111185596461775545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/phuture-reminisces-popped-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111182854319289267</id><published>2005-03-26T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:15:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHAWANMUSHI IS GOOD!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oishi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111182854319289267?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111182854319289267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111182854319289267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111182854319289267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111182854319289267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/chawanmushi-is-good-oishi.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111182188301701069</id><published>2005-03-26T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:24:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Layout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the wrong things at the wrong times. Now is my most crucial period, with all the projects due in 1.5weeks time, I went on to do my new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty isn't it!? Love the flower, gladiolus. It didn't take long to do either, maybe took half an hour or so, to get the flower. And another half an hour to edit the blogcodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite proud of it. Was getting bored of my old template, and I thought it was disgusting of me to put my pictures up like that. Yes, I realise that only after 3 months of having that layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, gotta go whip up some nice japanese dishes for Ash. He's coming over tonight for curry chicken from my mother, and nice baked codfish from me. And if I'm successful, he'll get to eat some Chawanmushi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111182188301701069?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111182188301701069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111182188301701069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111182188301701069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111182188301701069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-layout-i-do-wrong-things-at-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111174817188379541</id><published>2005-03-25T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:56:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese Ahoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why that was the title. Making Japanese Baked Fish tonight, so maybe the fish =  ahoy. AHOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Holland Village for some Ashi foot reflexology with Ash, was in the middle of helping wanlin with her project, but had to go off because Ash was already here and we were about late for our appointment. So sorry wanlin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project really sucks, but I am glad that there are smart people to help me and it really makes things a whole lot easier. Cheryl helps me, I help Wanlin, and Wanlin help Jiahui...it's a nice cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the massage we headed to Cold Storage to do some grocery shopping. Bought cod fish for my Japanese AHOY, and I was the DUMBEST PERSON ON EARTH. I have never bought fish before, so I saw some nicely packed Cod Fish, that said 100g $2.99. At that moment, it really didn't occur to me that it was 2.99 per 100g. I thought that since they were already prepacked, they were 2.99 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish came up to 17 bucks. Oh wells, a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sorta like a baked cod fish, with ginger, sake, lemons, capsicum and carrots. It looks easy to make, but I wonder if it'd taste as good as it looks in the recipe book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111174817188379541?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111174817188379541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111174817188379541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111174817188379541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111174817188379541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/japanese-ahoy-i-have-no-idea-why-that_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111172306389809383</id><published>2005-03-25T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:00:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SNAPPING OUTTA IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week's worth of school drama has taken its toll on me(poor marks for test, tutorials, projects due), and I decided to go clubbing last night. Told myself to snap out of this depression by having a few drinks and do some dancing so that today I can formerly be on the ball again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I showed to all my friends my new braces and they all commented on how long my hair has become(they haven't seen me for quite a while). My hair has become so long because I haven't gone to the hairdressers' in months! Grrr...busy schedule has also caused me to waste alot of my Amore membership. Shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ash's place on Tuesday night to watch SAW with his family. It's a good show, albeit gory and violent. Maybe my bro and I never had a good/close relationship, so when I saw Ash's sister touch his hand(due to the scary show), I felt quite uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incest came my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, don't think it's the case. Maybe she's scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel went to the neighbour's to play with the 2 beagles again, and he came back with a slightly bloodied eyelid. Hhaha, he must have been very irritating to the dogs, so they cannot stand him and started fighting with him. Mussel kept wanting to hump them, it was disgusting actually. The beagle was so big, and there he was, with his little penis, trying to hump the big dog's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la! Mussel so small size how to reach. Ugh....it was a weird sight lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore the dog is male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, gotta go do an online tutorial before getting started on me projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111172306389809383?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111172306389809383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111172306389809383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111172306389809383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111172306389809383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/snapping-outta-it-whole-weeks-worth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111163281178843273</id><published>2005-03-24T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:53:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm So Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lecture at 10am, and when the lecturer didn't appear by 1020, I left for breakfast back at science with some frenz. Came back to computer lab, read the announcement(which was announced yonks ago)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture will start at 1030 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am too far from the lecture hall to rush back in time for lecture. So decided to not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy, until my memory fails me. Please, let the semester come to an end asap. I had enough of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Depressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111163281178843273?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111163281178843273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111163281178843273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111163281178843273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111163281178843273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-so-blur-went-to-lecture-at-10am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111147496781313987</id><published>2005-03-22T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:02:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Truant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go for maths lecture this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) My forehead is itchy&lt;br /&gt;2) The weather is hot&lt;br /&gt;3) The lecturer is boring(although he is quite young and decent looking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly its the 2 projects due in 2.5 weeks time that are killing me. I'm suffering from depression because me and programming DON'T GO TOGETHER. It's times like these that I miss Calvin, my senior who is studying for his PHD in computing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO THE HELL DOES PHD FOR COMPUTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he has always helped me with java programming, but now it's VBA, it's a totally different ballgame altogether. So I better get my hands dirty on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush rush rush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111147496781313987?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111147496781313987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111147496781313987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111147496781313987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111147496781313987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/truant-decided-not-to-go-for-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111131561073632711</id><published>2005-03-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:46:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desperate Clubbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of stressful tests and projects, I joined Mau in zouk for some partying. We wanted to dance so desperately, and we had no idea what kinda music to expect(that's the best you know. expecting the unexpected). So Saturday night zouk was hip hop night, with this scratching dj who is supposed to be the FOUNDER of scratching vinyl discs. At first it was great music and was itching to go dancing but had to wait for mau and company to finish drinking and go down as a group. When we FINALLY got down, the dj started talking so much and the music became disgusting. I have no idea why people would get so excited when foreigners(djs in this case) call them mutherfuckers. They get like, SO HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash was of course, sleeping at one corner with the loud music. I could never figure out this skill of sleeping at anywhere, anytime. Left for home at about 1plus feeling really tired and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, he gave me a surprise dinner. He gave me the idea that we were going to eat sushi tei or sakae sushi, but in the end he brought me to Goodwood Hotel for some Shima Teppanyaki!!! Weeee....here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/shima.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was very good and I must say that this was the best teppanyaki that I've ever tasted. We had sashimi and tempuras for starters, lobsters and beef for main course. Ash ADDED on somemore salmon and scallops. The chef cooked the shell of the lobster with some sake, and it was potent man. We were so full after the dinner. The bill came up to a whopping $318. Felt quite bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash wanted to bring me to eat somewhere nice, because I've been working hard for the tests for the past 2-3 weeks(did i?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that was last night. Today Ash dragged me to this Malay-Chinese wedding for lunch and some "entertainment". I guess he really wanted me to see that our r/s can work out in the end. Looking at the happy couple(the malay man is a doctor who looks chinese and the woman is a chinese. So like us!), I also felt that this might work out in the end. We started critisizing some parts of the wedding and suggesting how ours might be better(omg, I sound like somebody). It was a nice thought, but not so soon. Definitely not that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either Tangs or Ashi massage after that, but I chose tangs because we had to buy something. Oh well, I had to get something. Yeah, that something consisted of an eyebrow pencil and 2 lipsticks from Shiseido. At first it was 101, but to get that FREE GIFT, I went to get the second lipstick and all in all came up to 140. So, thanks to Ash for being so nice and generous. I am REALLY POOR. I wonder if I can survive in Hongkong after my exams, I only have one more tuition pay to go. I'm not giving tuition for almost half the month of April, and then straight after my exams I'm going to Hongkong. Hope some miracle happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some games before working hard on my term papers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111131561073632711?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111131561073632711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111131561073632711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111131561073632711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111131561073632711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/desperate-clubbers-after-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111116723545403347</id><published>2005-03-19T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T01:35:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shoppaholic goes to Mustafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the 24 hour Mustafa Shopping Centre for the first time today for some shopping with Ash and my mom. It was so bright in there, everywhere was so crowded, it was as if people was shopping in the day or something. Great place to shop, a bit messy though and maybe you have to squeeze through people here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have EVERYTHING. If you think that Giant or Carrefour has everything, wait till you see Mustafa's EVERYTHING. I was even taken aback by the great amount of PC games that they have. Bought some groceries and ash was so sweet, he knows that I have this sudden craze for 3 legged brand cooling water, while shopping for his mom's groceries, he bought one six pack for me to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's psychological, but my ulcers have cleared up, my pimples have cleared up, and I don't feel so sick during this heat wave. Maybe it really works! For the first time after my braces, my mouth has only one ulcer left. It is already closing up so technically, I'm free of painful ulcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally started on my investment project and hope I can really finish this up soon. From the looks of it, I don't think I can finish it within a week. I still have the programming one to start, and boy it's hard. It's like the climax of my whole course, the grand finale for my Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rites, shall go play a little game, before going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111116723545403347?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111116723545403347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111116723545403347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111116723545403347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111116723545403347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/shoppaholic-goes-to-mustafa-went-to-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111107201626235209</id><published>2005-03-17T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:30:44.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm too sexy for my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/tight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very obvious that mussel has outgrown his mini tee. Haha, but it looks oh so funny! Had to put it on the web. The shirt looks as though it's going to burst or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel is fine now, thanks for the concern from you guys. Especially mau, who was patient in reading my msn messages and giving links to bee and wasp stings. Yups, mussel was so well, that he was back at snatching our food and running around the house like before. He even played with the 2 beagles across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my last term paper of my course. It wasn't hard, but it was abit weird too. Guess will lose marks at certain parts of the paper, but oh wells, I don't have hopes for an A either. So, now 2 projects to go, and the final papers to come in end April before I finish my uni education and HELLO HONGKONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I better get started on my work, before I start to get lazy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Relaxed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111107201626235209?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111107201626235209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111107201626235209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111107201626235209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111107201626235209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-too-sexy-for-my-shirt-its-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111098817551869629</id><published>2005-03-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:30:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSSEL GOT STUNG BY A WASP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was playing around with the wasp and the next thing I knew, he was stoned as if he took drugs. I noticed him like that because usually he would run to us when we had food in our hands, this time it just wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel seemed to be gasping for air, and then he peed on the floor which he normally wouldn't do. Probably due to the stun or the terrible pain from the sting. Then he stood there, his hind legs starting to give way...slowly slowly laying himself down on the floor. We called out his name but there was no response. He slowly closes up his eyes and lay there quietly. His legs and body felt cold, we thought he had some heart seizure. Mommy cried, I almost cried too, but was soon calling Jovern(my pet shop fren) about the nearest 24 hour clinic/hospital. Then daddy came down, insisting that he's fine and told us to wait awhile before doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When you see your dog slowly stoning away and lying there motionless, how on earth can you wait?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15-20mins, Mussel started to have some response when we call his name. His eyes were shifty but it was much better than that mutt laying on the floor motionless. Mommy fed him a little bit of water, and then we left him there to rest by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mommy opened up a pack of biscuits to eat. Mussel stood up and ran over like before. He didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's alright now. But there is some kind of an allergic reaction to the wasp bite. Will monitor and maybe bring him to the vet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a traumatic half hour for me. Maybe the longest half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would lose my one and only love. Well, Ash is not under the same category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUSSEL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111098817551869629?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111098817551869629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111098817551869629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111098817551869629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111098817551869629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/mussel-got-stung-by-wasp-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111094671763935396</id><published>2005-03-16T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:18:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Article from Msn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thousands of years ago, excess hip, butt and thigh fat served an important purpose. During drought and long winters, women burned this fat to fuel both pregnancy and lactation. Women with more lower body fat tended to survive harsh conditions and consequently passed on their genes to their children, whereas women with more slender proportions did not.&lt;br /&gt;In modern times, we no longer need this fat reserve because we have plenty of food. Unfortunately, our bodies simply haven't caught up with the times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111094671763935396?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111094671763935396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111094671763935396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111094671763935396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111094671763935396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/article-from-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111093924401384232</id><published>2005-03-16T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:14:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TELLS SELF: FOCUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist again this week(5th time) to get the wire back in place. She explained that the gap in my teeth cause the wire to be weak, so when I eat it gets pushed down. So this time she hooked the wire to the metal brace, I think it's much more secure now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 930, so been reading blogs, checking out ppl's profile in friendster for the past 40 mins and now I am posting a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I better start focusing on my test tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight got American Idol. Cheryl please remember to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got nothing to do, maybe come online to chat with me. I'm so bored in computer centre. Zzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111093924401384232?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111093924401384232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111093924401384232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111093924401384232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111093924401384232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/tells-self-focus-went-to-dentist-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111086772523574505</id><published>2005-03-15T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:25:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRUMPY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems so grumpy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issit the weather? Hmmm, I am guilty of that last night, towards my brother. But after sitting down and doing some other things, I felt stupid for being pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanlin is very sick today. Hmm, she looks sad and extremely stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl is very pissed today. Her bf pissed her off, some other people too and I hope I didn't do anything to her unknowingly. Cheryl can be scary when she's angry. Like she's possessed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what we girls are. Multipersonality, but in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cheer up and get better people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Currently in level two lab-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111086772523574505?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111086772523574505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111086772523574505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111086772523574505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111086772523574505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/grumpy-day-everyone-seems-so-grumpy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111080461987669074</id><published>2005-03-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:50:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mouth Is Going to Fall Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ulcers are killing me! I have like 4 huge ones in my mouth! 3 on the left and one on the right. And it makes my left cheek swell up a little and I've been trying to "cool" myself down with lotsa water chestnut drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 burgers today btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop myself from bingeing like a pig! I told myself,"Alrites, no more pigging after the braces are on." And I am still eating like I did before! And the thing is, I have this wonderful feeling whenever I can bite the burger and pull the burger away from my mouth as I am eating it. It's like,"Hey I can overcome you, you stupid ceramic brackets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, retribution with ulcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my ODE test. Didn't do exceptionally well, but I think it was good enough for me. I still have 2 papers to be returned, and one more test to go. Bleah, I don't like having tests! While chatting with Wanlin and Jiahui, I found out that they end their exams like one week earlier than me! Mine ends on the 3rd may, but I deliberately chose this way so that I can focus on the 4 main papers first and I can have one whole week to prepare for the last one. Well, I'm not alone...mau ends one day later than me. Muahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought yet ANOTHER recipe book yesterday from Cold Storage. Somebody stop me please. I'm so mad about cooking, or perhaps looking at the nice concoctions in the recipe book. This book is a low-fat recipe book from Australian's Women's Weekly. Something like that. I don't have much time nowadays, but I sure will try some of the recipes out when I more free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Is there a mood for ppl who has mouths falling off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111080461987669074?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111080461987669074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111080461987669074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111080461987669074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111080461987669074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-mouth-is-going-to-fall-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111068721236780283</id><published>2005-03-13T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:13:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/mini.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111068721236780283?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111068721236780283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111068721236780283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111068721236780283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111068721236780283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111064945377365416</id><published>2005-03-13T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:44:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bimbo for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work sux big time, and I am sure glad to snap out of it, even if it was only for a day. Brought myself down to town to do my eyebrows and some waxing(oooh...u shall guess where). And I never felt so clean....ahha. My eyebrows were like forest gump running his marathon. Well, not as thick as his beard of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself some nice hair clips and went to get yet another recipe book from Borders. It had some offer going on, thought the pasta recipe book sounds good so I got it along with another little book which costed $14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quarrel, but shan't go into much details.&lt;br /&gt;- IT Show at Suntec, crowded like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orchard Road(Saturday + Sunday) + Suntec City(Saturday + Sunday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...almost wanted to factorize that. Gosh..doing too much maths nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Couldn't breathe there due to the crowd. Sweating men in their wet sweaty T-shirts don't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting pissed, and more pissed when Ash decided to dump me at Apple and walk his own stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Communication breakdown...I can't find him, he can't find me. Irritated more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stupid Cheeko felt my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Too shocked and scared to say anything. It was too crowded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went shopping by myself. Ash came an hour later. He didn't believe what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He told me it was none of his business. Cos I should take responsibility for my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK. He could have said...Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO....he had to say,"Well, you should have turned around and shout at him! You scared? This is none of my fault/business..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was pissed off by the crowd and my constant nagging at him to get out. Not to mention I called him every 5 mins(I didn't realise...but I was TOO irritated by the crowd) to ask him if he had finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we had to take an mrt back to Orchard so that we could collect his car from the groomers'. Yah, as if constant walking around in town and suntec in heels wasn't enough. I had to walk from Nike at Suntec, to City Link, to City Hall Mrt...stand in the mrt till we reached Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it was just a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Ash the cold shoulder during the journey, was too pissed. Then he rushed off by himself to get his car, and I wanted to shop around myself. Then I saw Nico!! He was also waiting for his friend! Such a sweet guy. He sorta comforted me and made me laugh abit. Mau called me at like the RIGHT TIME too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't like grieving or anything, but I was very pissed at Ash for saying such a jerkish thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologised later just before we reached my cousin's place for his birthday party. We sorta wanted to forget the whole incident because I think it was just a really bad day for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched HITCH with my cousin's sister(the birthday boy's sis) and it was SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired..shall go to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111064945377365416?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111064945377365416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111064945377365416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111064945377365416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111064945377365416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/bimbo-for-day-school-work-sux-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111055748973348793</id><published>2005-03-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:11:53.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More Gross Stories From Ash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old lady who had maggots coming out of her vagina? Yeah, don't laugh at ppl's misery. From the results, they found out that the woman has stomach cancer..and some dead tissue went southwards...and perhaps got stuck there and hence the maggots formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this was not the first time the A&amp;amp;E saw such a thing...the nurses told him that there was one old lady who came in for constipation. So they stuck something in to check(don't ask me what it was), when the thing came out, there were maggots stuck onto the tool. So, they decided to use a scope to check further....yeah, there were maggots inside alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constipation was due to a BALL OF MAGGOTS stuck at the anus there. It's scary isn't it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they called the old lady's son to inform him of the situation and his reply was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh..she has it AGAIN ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! What has he been doing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for grossing you guys out...thought it was a good way to relax after some data collation(which wasn't very hard due to team effort). Cheers to Cheryl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111055748973348793?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111055748973348793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111055748973348793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111055748973348793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111055748973348793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-gross-stories-from-ash-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111053687738546185</id><published>2005-03-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:33:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halfway thru war....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers down, 1 more to go. Not to mention 2 more projects in addition to that. War in NUS, the final showdown(my final semester).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the concerned people, I'm ok with Ash now. He came over last night, then I said sorry because he made the first move and then we realised that we missed each other and it was rather stupid(Ok, I was very stupid and reckless and rude). We watched a little of American Idol before he left me to go study for my upcoming test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to deal with my insecurities properly...but in times of pressure and stress, it becomes a big bomb waiting to land on somebody...in my case Ash. Chi said something really uplifting last night about one certain insecurity and I really appreciate him for saying that. After that, whenever I felt a wee bit insecure about it, I will remember what he said and I feel a whole lot better after that. Not to mention, more confident about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Chi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight would be a stay-in night for me, because I have tons of work to do and have a big pimple that even mud can't conceal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain tired from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the girls want to do some data collation tonight and I would be joining them. Well, thanks to them that my semester is less horrible, less difficult to get through. Thank yoU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try a new recipe to relax my saturated mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111053687738546185?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111053687738546185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111053687738546185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111053687738546185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111053687738546185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/halfway-thru-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111045437642612373</id><published>2005-03-10T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:32:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cold war....not cold turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite he apologised for the hp problems, but i told him i had to go floss my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the last time we spoke or smsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if he doesn't want to call me....i won't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold war is just starting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dare he test my patience..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111045437642612373?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111045437642612373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111045437642612373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111045437642612373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111045437642612373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/cold-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111038161379236513</id><published>2005-03-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:20:13.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a quarrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling him many times because of bad reception(can't get thru) means breathing down his neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;common sense: if you can't get through, you'll call till you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am immature????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told him that he can go hang out with all his old and mature frens. make sure he doesn't join me when i hang out with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told him that i don't see a point in converting to his religion. he's not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now regret the last point, but will still stick to my guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to tutorial, damn pissed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111038161379236513?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111038161379236513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111038161379236513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111038161379236513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111038161379236513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/quarrel-calling-him-many-times-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111035547552138032</id><published>2005-03-09T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:07:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Confirmed X2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 2 days for CIC's reply regarding my job and finally THEY CALLED me! Ok, so it's confirmed X2. Lol....I am really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her about the job responsibilities and she told me that I'll be assisting the head of the credit risk department doing some churning out of processes and such. I got quite freaked out by the programming that she mentioned, and then she said,"Aiyoh, you are an intern, so you are here to learn. Nobody expecting you to know everything...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. No high expectations of me...as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sianz cos must write helpsheet for maths test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111035547552138032?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111035547552138032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111035547552138032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111035547552138032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111035547552138032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-confirmed-x2-waited-for-2-days-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111029940306295774</id><published>2005-03-09T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:30:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Human Steroids for Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel didn't have his breakfast today, which was peculiar because he eats everything. And because he eats everything, we found a seriously defaced tube of Benovate, a kind of steroid cream you put for skin problems. Mussel probably ate it and he got sick after that....not to mention the foil he stomached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel was listless the whole day and no one knew why...till my mother found that tube later in the evening. OIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fine now...jumping and regaining his appetite. Ash say the soft foil of the tube wouldn't really hurt his stomach, and keep giving him lotsa water and let him rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash told me a very disgusting story earlier on. He first showed me a video clip of a worm crawling in a bottle. It was quite big....maybe a full sized mealworm? Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, an old lady was admitted to the hospital for having worms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope...not in the stomach...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Nope...not on her limbs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nope...not on her hair....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's from...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Her...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VAGINA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors are trying to find out the reason why these maggots are there...Ash doesn't know the full details either. But it was gross man!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls..must wash there properly ok. I'm sure you wouldn't wanna have worms crawling out from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASED ON A TRUE STORY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111029940306295774?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111029940306295774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111029940306295774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111029940306295774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111029940306295774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/human-steroids-for-dogs-mussel-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111027746121739400</id><published>2005-03-08T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:35:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUSPICIOUS MIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau told me a little information about someone, whose name shall not be announced here, in case I get struck by lightning and all. Anyways, I always thought of the person as a real nice guy, and so sweet and faithful to his gf...until I found that he is cheating on her. Which is why, I always take what people say with a pinch of salt. I have to set up a little barrier around myself just in case I get hurt...and mau totally agrees with what I have been doing. After the story, I called Ash 3 times to check on him. That doesn't include the 4-5 times I called BEFORE the story was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicious mind is so bad, until I feel that my job, which is coming up in May, is not real either. Well, at first it was just a phone call, that didn't feel secure enough. Then came the confirmation email, with her email address(the company email address and her position and her telephone number), I should have felt secure but I STILL feel that she's lying to me. Cheryl thinks that I am crazy, because no one would be so bo liao as to call me to tell me that I have a job and then email me that I have a job and in the end I have no job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed her yesterday to ask her a few questions regarding the job. No reply yet. Hope she replies so that I have ANOTHER confirmation. Heheheh.....I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Update: A conversation with Calvin on Msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Evelyn! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do u think the person is bluffing me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or im just weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...dun open it. Virus Alert (Calvin) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u are weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid term test today was crazy. It was very difficult and I think it was the hardest test I have ever taken in NUS. Well, this was the highest level module, so I guess that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Noise tonight with Ash at Plaza Sing....been awhile since I done some entertainment. I haven't plucked my eyebrows or done anything nice for myself these 2 weeks. And I will look like that for quite awhile, till I finish my mid terms and my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Hideous. And suspicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111027746121739400?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111027746121739400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111027746121739400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111027746121739400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111027746121739400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/suspicious-mind-mau-told-me-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111016595188984653</id><published>2005-03-07T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:26:22.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BODY ACHING! MAN I AM WEAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111016595188984653?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111016595188984653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111016595188984653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111016595188984653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111016595188984653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/body-aching-man-i-am-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111012047223301165</id><published>2005-03-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T01:15:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ulcers...Groan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ulcers in my mouth only seems to get bigger. Stupid wire...it's the end of the wire that is poking me gently and irritating my mouth. Getting used to this whole braces thing pretty fast. Constantly having the feeling that my teeth are falling off. I still can't sink my teeth into a burger or something like that....remember Wanlin and Jiahui sinking their teeth into their nice burgers on Thurs...one day after I put my braces. Was pretty sad...but I'll be fine. Think 2 years later, after I take out the braces, I will buy a Baguette from Delifrance(the hardest bread) and I will bite it and snigger to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something funny for cheryl. You guys check out her blog later...cos she's not home and so she can't upload as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for New Body class at Amore today. Been a long while since I last went and I think I have really wasted my money for this semester. I hardly ever go! Grrr....I think I better go gym more often so I won't waste so much of the membership. Was totally tired out by the workout by half an hour, and I am so shocked by myself. I am too lousy. I used to be able to get through the whole hour feeling alrights or a bit tired...now I am tired within a half hour!? That's ridiculous. Anyway I read from an article that if you exercise, you metabolism rate would increase so you actually burn more calories throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was Raffles City, where I did a little bit of shopping. I spent like 10 bucks on Oral B products, they have quite cool things for people with braces! It's like me going to Apple Centre and shopping for Apple Accessories. I am buying Braces Accessories! BR-A. I'm just being kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally visited the Edmundser that Mau was talking about. She bought a whole suit from there. I didn't like that place...I thought the clothes looked quite auntie or maybe I didn't look properly. I was taken aback by the prices on the blazers there. Argh why are blazers so bloody expensive!? Went to G2000 to look at some shirts before I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if I was excited about working, or excited about buying new clothes and wearing them for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111012047223301165?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111012047223301165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111012047223301165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111012047223301165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111012047223301165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/ulcers.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-111002897998787855</id><published>2005-03-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:31:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A quick bloggie and I'm on my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To studying. So nerdy ain't it? I don't wish to be like this too! This semester is just too tough and I want to do ok for my final semester. I have regretted too much in my life to wanna have any more of them. I wish to look back in my NUS days and say to myself, although I started off the wrong foot, but I manage to pull myself back on track and salvage whatever I can. Oh my god...I'd never think like that 2 years ago. What have I mutated into!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study the whole day but it just gets more and more draggy. I made myself stay home the whole day in hope of trying to study a few hours at least...but I took a good 3 hour nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to zouk for awhile last night. Like for 5 mins? There were too many people there! Eeeks. So we went to join mau and her sister and frens for drinks. There were lotsa people there too! Eeeks X2. Usually Vie Bar is not that crowded, but last night there was a big group of teenagers? Like 18? That was supposed to be some old, lao ah pek place for people to chill....but it became some zouk mambo night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun nonetheless. Mau commented that my braces are fine and I look better. She say I open my mouth more, and I think it's partly due to me showing people my braces and insisting that a particular tooth is moving. We talked about certain accents and the words that sound funny with them, we talked about how braces might affect love lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited about the Hongkong trip! Wow, I wanna buy like ALOT OF CLOTHES and ALOT OF SHOES and ALOT OF BAGS! Weeeeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: CrAzY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-111002897998787855?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111002897998787855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=111002897998787855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111002897998787855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/111002897998787855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/quick-bloggie-and-im-on-my-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110999165244706531</id><published>2005-03-05T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:00:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/smiley.jpg" alt="Images hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110999165244706531?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110999165244706531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110999165244706531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110999165244706531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110999165244706531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/images-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110994234434671093</id><published>2005-03-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:20:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VIRGIN TRIP TO ZOUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have caught your attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually bringing me braces to zouk for the very first time. Hope the white ceramic won't glow in the uv light...it'll freak people out. While I was putting the concealer on my undereyes and all...I wondered if i could cover the metal wire with concealer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. It really is a sore to see sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup was done in 5 mins. I am so LAZY and I don't really care anymore. I just wanna look presentable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to zouk for awhile cos I haven't gone down for the past 2 weeks, and will meet up with Mau later at Viebar with her sister and frenz. Woo, it'll be the first time that she see me in my sexy braces! Weeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day in braces...it's not pain now. Maybe the dentist should pull it tighter for me next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Note to self: When the dentist asks,"How is your braces? Was it uncomfortable?" I shall reply,"Not a problem. Actually on my 2nd day, I was ok and eating keropok and rice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should do the trick...THE MORE PAIN THE BETTER OK. Faster end my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tuition offer today for JC1, Maths and Chem. The money was good, but I wasn't confident about teaching such a high level. I rejected it. I didn't want to put myself in any more committments other than school and Listi(my tuition gal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Great news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been offered an internship opportunity after I finish my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...I should be looking for permanent jobs now, but this was too good an opportunity to let go. So everything has been confirmed and I will start work one day after I come back from my Hongkong trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard even when you want to find jobs. There is always this timing problem, and you wish that you had a few of yourselves so you can do all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when opportunity costs comes to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110994234434671093?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110994234434671093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110994234434671093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110994234434671093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110994234434671093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/virgin-trip-to-zouk-now-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110986658303190993</id><published>2005-03-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:16:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bitch Alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/bitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can try the quiz under my livejournal. there's a link there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mau once mentioned that i can be a co-author of a book,"why men love bitches". cos i do all the "right" things and whatever i tell her, is almost a carbon copy of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am 68% bitch...maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Comments of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mau mentioned that i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who wear braces are constantly complaining of the pain and discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed by how braces work and am excited and happy that i got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the auntie next door saw my braces and said that it was very good. i believe that the exact hanyu pinyin words were,"HAO AH!"&lt;br /&gt;next she said that this woman did braces and soon after that her teeth were so nice that she got herself a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanlin mentioned that i've changed. well, at least she told me nicely...and I HAVE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER. so that was nice and uplifting to my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;went to ask ash if it was true...yeah he agreed....he said that I was more closed-up last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried making lasagna today. Mommy cooked the meat sauce. I layed the layers of meat and lasagna and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna pasta box clearly states,"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVEN READY, NO PRE-COOKING NEEDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, one would just put the pasta into the oven without boiling it. Yeah, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lasagna was crunchy lasagna. Can fight with Science Canteen western food,"Crispy Chicken Chop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat sauce Good.&lt;br /&gt;Mozarella Cheese Good.&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna Pasta Hard as Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are going to cook one of those OVEN READY, NO PRE-COOKING NEEDED stuff, you better not believe what it says on the label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110986658303190993?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110986658303190993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110986658303190993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110986658303190993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110986658303190993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/bitch-alert-you-can-try-quiz-under-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110977626725816895</id><published>2005-03-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:11:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not superwoman after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't painful at all at first, but now I am really feeling the pain on my teeth. All of them. I totally understand the pain these people were talking about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could eat still. Maybe abit slower, in smaller pieces and all. I had bandito from kfc for lunch and rice and vegetables for dinner. Maggi Mee goreng for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash came over to see me and my braces. And he said that it looked nicer than what he had before. He had those huge metal brackets in his mouth when he was 17, and he yearned for what I have now. He told me to be appreciative of what I have, and not expect and hope for something that I can't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of truth in that I feel. Many times, I am upset because I want too much, expect too much, but actually I already have all I need. Maybe I should start appreciating the things I already have in life and be surprised and happy if new great things so happen to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying. Tutorial UNTOUCHED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110977626725816895?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110977626725816895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110977626725816895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110977626725816895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110977626725816895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-superwoman-after-all-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110973708987418831</id><published>2005-03-02T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:18:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is getting a little uncomfortable. when i try to be funny and wiggle my teeth....those teeth in wrong positions hurt like mad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110973708987418831?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110973708987418831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110973708987418831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110973708987418831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110973708987418831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-it-is-getting-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110973436898858767</id><published>2005-03-02T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:33:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;WE ARE OFFICIALLY AS ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My braces and I. Yes...it's on now. Finally. After many talks about it since last febuary, it is only in march one year later I finally got those dreadful things on. Before I start complaining about the things, I must admit that I am happy deep down inside. I finally got the whole treatment going. Now I have NO CHOICE but to finish the whole treatment since I have paid so much and went through so much for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look weird. Although it is ceramic, it's white and blah blah blah....the metal wire is still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kinda obvious. So, I really look weird. I look like those aunties selling fresh meat in the market, wearing those "Invisible" bra straps but EVERYONE can see. Only that mine is braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hurt as much as I expected. Perhaps I was expecting it to be like killer-pain, cos all my friends say that it really hurts and so on. I'm fine, just a little tired in the mouth. Bring the pain on!!!! Whahaha....I don mind it pain cos I know that it will be better for me. Am I a sadist or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years. It's an awfully long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad made a big fuss at the counter when he was asked to pay 400 for the materials of the braces(brackets and wires). I was embarrassed. EVERYONE was looking at us, but I didn't dare to say anything, cos he's paying for the treatment and all. After the counter, he went into the dentist's office to talk to the nurse, and argue somemore. Lucky the nurse was calm and composed...in the end my dad was happy with the answer. Then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the office, I realised that my pretty dentist married a bald man. I am NOT LAUGHING at them. Just thought she wasn't married....or maybe to a better looking guy. Hmmm...no laughing...or else karma. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110973436898858767?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110973436898858767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110973436898858767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110973436898858767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110973436898858767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-are-officially-as-one-my-braces-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110967430052486040</id><published>2005-03-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:54:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;OFF WITH THE OLD, ON WITH THE NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept, in my case, this is probably going to take 2 years!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow at 830am, I will be on the dentist's chair, glueing the brackets of the braces onto the rest of my teeth. This is one of the most drastic things that I do to myself. There are a few reasons why I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Bored of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I somehow start to feel that I am starting to look, feel and behave stagnant. Maybe a change would do me some good on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Sick of life around me - especially the tv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I turn on the tv, I don't exactly see pretty faces. I zoom in on their teeth and say, wah nice. And Ash always looks at me in a funny way when I say a girl is pretty. Maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is Ms Universe(Singapore) reminding me of my teeth. Every year for the past 6 years(I absconded from braces 6 years ago), I keep watching the nice pearlies(not their faces) and thinking to myself, should I go for braces. Now as I look back, I could have done braces 3 times. How many more years am I going to waste!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to look at Ms Universe for the next few years thinking and not doing anything concrete. So, I'm going to do it once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Photo-shy?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dared to smile whenever I take photos, hopefully when I do in 2 years time, I have the confidence or the CHOICE to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Marriage plans....(NOT ON THE TABLE YET)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least if there is, I am ready for the photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being influenced by marriages on the magazines and all, I asked Ash the unthinkable WEIRD question...&lt;br /&gt;. ..&lt;br /&gt;. ..&lt;br /&gt;. ..&lt;br /&gt;. ..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. ..&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;. ...&lt;br /&gt;. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HOW MUCH ARE YOU GOING TO SPEND ON MY DIAMOND RING IN FUTURE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110967430052486040?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110967430052486040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110967430052486040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110967430052486040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110967430052486040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/off-with-old-on-with-new-cept-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110960269424590267</id><published>2005-02-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:58:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Almond Crisp Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more stressed I am, the more I vent it on baking. And it takes up a whole lotta time! Shitz. 2 papers next week and I'm not even halfway there. Yups, the almond crisps are much better looking this time round, cos I realised the reason for it's hideousness. So I'll be bringing some for my frens tomorrow morning, hope they'll find it nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feeling the burn and the seriousness of this semester. I am tired of studying, I really wonder why I try so hard for. It's tiring, and sometimes I just want to walk away from everything. Sobz, feeling rather low about school. Oh what the hell, the last semester....just 2 more months of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first mid-term test of the semester came as a blow to me. Expected it to be somewhat like the tutorials, but was greeted by a funny weird question. I didn't know how to answer. And the difficulty decreases with the number of questions. The final question was a tutorial question. Ah, shan't say it's a giveaway because whenever I am too confident about something, it usually turns against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shall hit the books for a while before I go to bed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110960269424590267?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110960269424590267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110960269424590267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110960269424590267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110960269424590267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/almond-crisp-success-more-stressed-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110948429542688714</id><published>2005-02-27T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:07:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cruelty to Animals....Bloody Mother Fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The link is to a video that shows skinning of poor innocent animals. It's really disgusting, so watch it if you can take such shows. Perhaps they are even doing it now, at this very moment that you are reading this post. I can't even watch for more than 2 mins. It's that horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Maureen, you better not watch. You may sob to me and scream to me after the it and curse me for putting the link and invoking your curiosity. Just don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from cheryl's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furisdead.com/feat/ChineseFurFarms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.furisdead.com/feat/ChineseFurFarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone wanna do that! If anyone wants to buy it, ask that bloody person to see how it is done. Stupid assholes. Mother fuckers. ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May their ass burn and rot and have dynamites stuffed into them. May they be captured by the pirates and the terrorists and then dumped in the middle of the ocean and eaten by sharks. May they be taken by the palestinians and the iraqis as stupid hostages and and forced to be suicide bombers. Only that their asses are stuffed with the bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are taken as hostages(just before they are bombed to death), they will plea to their country, saying,"I don't wanna die!! Oh btw I am the skinner of the video you guys watched" And then they kana skinned on the spot by the terrorists and then leave them to bleed. And just before their blood dries up, they become suicide bombers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not cursing people of the poor countries to be bombed. Cos these people have no skin, they would be easy to spot and hence everyone would run away from them. Then no one will die cos of these stupid skinless ass rotting skinners from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110948429542688714?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110948429542688714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110948429542688714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110948429542688714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110948429542688714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/cruelty-to-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110943893052946519</id><published>2005-02-27T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:30:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Late post of the Monday CF BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late postings, hehe, been really busy with other stuff. Haiz, school is killing me. 4 Maths is no joke, I start thinking too much like a maths machine and I have lots of problems understanding what maureen is talking to me about. Have lotsa conflicts here and there, but we're cool still. We're best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/bbq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures can be found at the GALLERY. Just click at the word at the panel on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wathed Hide and Seek today...the twist was quite nice, but overall it was a weird show. Should have watched White Noise or something else. It was...oh well, I'm definitely not raving about this show like I did for Constantine. Mau was the scary person of the movie theatre. Think she had the record for the loudest scream there. Muahaha, she was real scared at one point....I wasn't scared by the show, but scared by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stuffing myself like a pig for the past few days, as if it's my last meal on earth. Next wed is the day where I put up the rest of my braces. After hearing all the horror stories, I presume that I am unable to eat properly for a few days or up to 2 weeks! Gah! So, I might as well eat the foods that I might not be able to enjoy in future. I'll think of the dieting plan next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate the following today:&lt;br /&gt;1) One egg prata, one plain prata&lt;br /&gt;2) Nestle Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheez Balls&lt;br /&gt;4) A little bit of Paella(Spanish rice)&lt;br /&gt;5) Long John Silver - Chicken plus a little bit of ash's fish...and the fries...yum&lt;br /&gt;6) Popcorn-caramel&lt;br /&gt;7) Cup Noodles with Egg&lt;br /&gt;8) Chee Cheong Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would usually eat these like in 8 days! One for each day. Terrible me. Ah to bed then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110943893052946519?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110943893052946519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110943893052946519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110943893052946519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110943893052946519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/late-post-of-monday-cf-bbq-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110939987282502469</id><published>2005-02-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:40:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disorder Rating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paranoid: High&lt;br /&gt;Schizoid: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Schizotypal: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial: Low&lt;br /&gt;Borderline: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Histrionic: High&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic: High&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Dependent: High&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110939987282502469?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110939987282502469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110939987282502469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110939987282502469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110939987282502469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/disorder-rating-paranoid-high-schizoid.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110935045563921073</id><published>2005-02-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:54:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am officially old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended for tonight to be my last-clubbing-nite-before-braces kinda thing, wanted to go dancing, drinking and partying out with my best fren mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at different places. And I ended up being really zonked at midnight and want to go home to sleep. Sorry mau..I had a long day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am officially old. I don't have to worry about clubbing in future, cos I am not into it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking and Cooking...here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110935045563921073?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110935045563921073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110935045563921073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110935045563921073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110935045563921073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-officially-old-intended-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110913992759259624</id><published>2005-02-23T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:25:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Braces Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist today to take out those little rubber thingy in between my teeth with caused me alot of discomfort. Out they went, and in came these hideous looking metal rings. So 4 went to the 4 back teeth, and one more went to the crown that I had(because if she glued the brackets to it, it'd be ruined). So it's REALLY OBVIOUS. Not getting used to it....don't think I'll ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been complaining to many people that it's ugly, painful...so on. I only want some comforting, and deep down inside, I know that this is what I want and this is the path I chose. I asked the dentist,"Would my upper palatte finish faster than the lower one?" Cos my upper one has a really small gap left only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said,"No lah, they will proceed AT THE SAME TIME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-_-") Which probably means that I'll have them exactly for 2 years or more. Cos the lower one is a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'll smile or laugh widely in case I scare people to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe lesser clubbing?! But nowadays I do not wanna know new people, so I guess it's not really a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit Depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110913992759259624?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110913992759259624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110913992759259624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110913992759259624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110913992759259624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/braces-part-1-went-to-dentist-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110907296469147877</id><published>2005-02-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:49:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEEEEEE!!!!! OFF TO HONGKONG I GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In may that is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen called me whilst I was playing swing at the CF bbq party...and told me that the air tix to hongkong is really cheap! And suggested we all go after exams. At first I was afraid that my dad wouldn't allow because Ash is coming too(which is absolutely fine with me...I guess he just wanna make sure us girls don go mad drinking at the pubs there or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this to my dad this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I might be going to hongkong with maureen, her sis maybe and Ash, if he can take leave, after my exams. Well, it's cheap and I've never been there before, and last year you said that I could go overseas with frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the newspaper,"Yeah it's cheap...there, this page!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!! So happy! Plus my mom helped me a bit...telling my dad that I am old enough to take care of myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hongkong here I come! Weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potato salad I made for the bbq was finished!! Kaixi ate the last few bits...whahaha. It was a makeshift bbq pit where we used aluminium trays for the bbq-ing. It's really weird how we could stomach all those stuff. Gay and lesbian-like pictures were taken for the fun of it, absolutely none of them are true. Been really busy lately so will take awhile before I post the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna go play?" was frequently asked...which sound SO distant. Gosh, I forgot what was playing. Some of them played frisbee and cycled around, while most of us(of those who didn't wanna go home yet at 9pm) hanged around and play at the playground. Wah that was madness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two platforms, and we swung from one side to the other....screams were heard and it was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110907296469147877?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110907296469147877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110907296469147877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110907296469147877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110907296469147877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/weeeeee-off-to-hongkong-i-go-in-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110897786401270126</id><published>2005-02-21T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:24:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;IPOD IPOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippees! My ipod came on time today and I was greeted by the SILVER one. Cos this was a free gift when you sign up for the broadband...so I was expecting a hideous color. So I told myself to prepare for the worst and embrace all colors. And yay....I got the silver one which is the one I really really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So downloading all my songs on to it and it's so pretty looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salad for the bbq is done and mommy is complaining that it's not salty enough and so on...I should have gotten smoked ham or something. Hope people would eat it later. Speaking of eating the things that I cooked, my brother ate my almond crisps yesterday and he said it was quite nice. Switched to almond crisps because I got quite sick of choc chip failures...and it turned out not too bad for a first attempt. Hope the next one would be better...thinking of reducing the amount of sugar and perhaps put in abit of salt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, gotta go for the bbq really soon. Must improve on the salad now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110897786401270126?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110897786401270126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110897786401270126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110897786401270126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110897786401270126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/ipod-ipod-yippees-my-ipod-came-on-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110883400619705215</id><published>2005-02-20T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T14:27:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not going to put any title for this post, cos I have too much thoughts in my mind and I have no idea which one is the main one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats my title then. After many days of bugging and whining(mainly to Ash), I finally got my 7610! And I got it in white colour, cos it seems that many people have the black one. Soon everyone will have the black and the white one. So it doesn't really matter anymore then. After many weeks of deliberation, I decided on that phone because it suits me the best. It's fairly new, and I like the functionality of the phone. At least I wouldn't get bored because there is so much to do on the phone! Deep down inside, I'm half a techie(technology freak). I like bluetooth(I may use it someday), I like the symbian OS, I like the big color screen, I like the expandable memory slot...hehe. So I guess this is for me. Didn't sign on any plan because if I did, I still have to pay like a hundred bucks less, and I do not see a point. When you sign for a plan for that phone, 2 years down the road when you wanna upgrade, that phone has NO VALUE. When I got my 7250, it was like the coolest thing on earth(2 years ago). Now, it only costs $130. And if you do trade-in soon, it's just going to drop further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in debt now because Ash paid for the phone and I do not want to make him feel as if I am exploiting him. So I gave him $200 bucks just now. Never mind the $80plus we spent on groceries, or the expensive dinner and massage and all...it's NOT COUNTED. Anyway, there wasn't any special occasion for giving me a pressie, so there is absolutely no justification for him to pay for the phone in whole. He has become smart now, especially when I said, I will pay him back. He replies cleverly,"It's ok, you don't have to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If he dare say,"Ok, so you owe me first." He will DIE. I'll accuse him of making money a big issue in our relationship and that he does not love me or treasure the relationship. Well, similar cases have happened before(not necessarily money), and he has learnt his lessons well. So ON MY OWN ACCORD, I am going to pay him another $300-400 in installments. Slowly, cos I am only a student who wants alot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty excited about the upcoming BBQ on monday, for my course. I think it's the first time that we have such a thing, and it seems that lotsa people are coming. Yeah, lots is almost about 20 people. Cos my course only has 30 max. For my year that is. Making Maureen's famous Dijon Potato Salad and hoping that my cookies would turn out nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why suddenly I'm into small-time cooking(just salad) and baking....maybe I am really old. Speaking of old, I wasn't interested in clubbing this week AT ALL. I must be sick because for the past few weeks, I had the same phenomenon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little argument/tiff with Mau last night over the phone, she said that I was too manly in giving advice/encouragement to girlfrens and I mainly give solutions. Well, can't blame me, I am a science students who loves solutions....I never liked to hang around thinking of different schools of thought. I just like things to be settled fast. Hmm, and mau is just the opposite. She like to think from different perspectives(thats why she's not in science, i bet she'll kill herself cos she'll die of boredom). So somehow we had a little friction, and I must apologise for my curtness(wonder if thats a word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she called me to say that she missed me! So sweet of her. I miss her too...but school's been a drag. I'm like her previous semester...full of core modules and loads of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been so busy with school that my posts r generally short and boring. Not that this is any better, but I guess I write a lot more this time round. Yups, cos term break is here. It starts from SUNDAY and ends at thursday. Stupid stupid stupid NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110883400619705215?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110883400619705215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110883400619705215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110883400619705215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110883400619705215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-going-to-put-any-title-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110879229645727294</id><published>2005-02-19T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:55:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HouseKeeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that I might get a new phone laters, so I decided to do some housekeeping for my hp name list. As I scrolled down, I don't even know who was who for some names. Cos, for convenience sake, I put the first letter of the name, and now as I look at it, I don't know who was it! So dumb...I also don't wanna call them...therefore I started deleting numbers and all. I also deleted names of people that I don't expect to hear from any time in the future and all. It's funny how sometimes you get a number from an old fren maybe, and you both say you'll keep in contact...but deep down inside you know it's hard? Maybe at the end of the day it's an sms a year or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for Karaoke last night in the end, after supper we decided that it was too boring to go anywhere. We just wanted to go to bed and sleep. I sure have become a really dull person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Going on 30 is a really sweet show! To me. Yeah, I always have mixed reviews for different movies...sometimes movies that people rave about don't appeal to me and vice versa. So I just decided to watch the show with an open mind, and not expecting anything. I hope to watch Hide and Seek though...I heard that they have 2 different endings and you might not get the same ending as your fren who maybe watched it another time. This is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to change and pack up my stuff...going to town for some shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110879229645727294?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110879229645727294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110879229645727294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110879229645727294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110879229645727294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/housekeeping-theres-chance-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110873144827036324</id><published>2005-02-18T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:57:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it's friday...been so caught up with work the whole week. It's just piling and piling up...really sux. I was so much in the CNY mood that I procrastinated my tutorials till tuesday and wednesday. I usually do it on the weekends a little, so that I have less work the next few days. Argh, I felt the stress ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could choose to go to tutorials and wait for answers...but since this was my final semester, I'd better work hard. I don't wish to have any regrets in future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling,"I could have done this...I should have...Would have..."&lt;br /&gt;Do listen to Brian Mcknight's Shoulda Woulda Coulda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much work, I managed to squeezed in 2 evenings of baking. Well, today was my 4th try on a new recipe, and I must say...this works!! Yippeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can't give you guys yet...cos it's not SUPER nice....must wait yah. :) Hope to perfect it and make it really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters it's a ktv session with Ash...he's been dying to go there ever since we last went to one. Well, tonight it's his night...but tomorrow...MUAHAHAHHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I hope to get tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1) New Handphone&lt;br /&gt;2) Groceries for salad making(for the BBQ!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Books on baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110873144827036324?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110873144827036324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110873144827036324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110873144827036324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110873144827036324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/tgif-thank-god-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110855789897795468</id><published>2005-02-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:44:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Failed Attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I tried baking cookies again. And I don't think I'll show u guys any photo in case u puke or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubleshooting:&lt;br /&gt;1) A tad too much butter&lt;br /&gt;2) Too little baking soda(It rose but soon collapsed. Very likely cos I din't have a electronic weighing machine. How the hell do you weigh 1g!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Too MUCH chocolate chips(It was like turkey stuffing....only in small cookies)&lt;br /&gt;4) Too much sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this time the mixture was sticky, which was GOOD! I did it all by hand...&lt;br /&gt;But too bad the above happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I am so hyped up, I am going to try again tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The stupid little rings in between my teeth are affecting my biting. Sux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110855789897795468?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110855789897795468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110855789897795468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110855789897795468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110855789897795468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-failed-attempt-yes-i-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110854274612376889</id><published>2005-02-16T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:32:26.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of popiah parties and braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the two things don't go together, but I'm going to blog about them anyways. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the popiah party. It was great to see all my old MGS mates again! They've all changed a whole lot...some even had long flowy hair! Samantha was the super boyish girl in secondary school, and there she was sitting down with long wavy hair. People do change ya. The party was organized because Melissa was going to leave for Adelaide to study for her phd(wow), and it sorta managed to get the few of us together. It has been difficult to even get 2 of us together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's mother gave EVERYONE angbows...and I believe in each Angbow, there was $10! Pls lo, my mom would only give $2, especially where there are 10 over people to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popiah was tasty...and we managed to take photographs of the night...here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist today, expecting my braces to be deferred for another month or so. Cos I thought I had wisdom tooth problems, but it turned out to be some gum problem so there was no extraction or healing period and the braces will continue to go up as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the pretty dentist(I'm a closet lesbo i think) put some small circle like thingy in between the molars. According to her, it's to make the gap in between my teeth slightly bigger so that she can put the horrible braces for me. And I thought braces is used to closen up the gap!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also decided to put metal brackets at the molars and ceramic for the front....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, the whole package was 2000(excluding other ++ things), which I thought was quite cheap. Cos at first when they gave me the quotation, it was $5000. There was some subsidy cos it's a hospital and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am rather excited that I am going to put braces for the first time and I think I am mad to think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 years(which will go by really fast), I'll have straight teeth. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sloppy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110854274612376889?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110854274612376889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110854274612376889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110854274612376889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110854274612376889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/of-popiah-parties-and-braces-sorry-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110835735079138632</id><published>2005-02-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:02:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Msn Conversation with Calvin. Dunno if I should be happy or sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calvin says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i forget that u are only 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way u behave = 18 ,..... the maturity of ur thinking = 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess Ash is lucky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110835735079138632?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110835735079138632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110835735079138632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110835735079138632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110835735079138632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/msn-conversation-with-calvin.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110835633837052556</id><published>2005-02-14T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:45:38.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110835633837052556?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110835633837052556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110835633837052556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110835633837052556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110835633837052556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_110835633837052556.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110820723407897455</id><published>2005-02-12T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:20:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;old fashion valentine pressie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallets, Perfume, Belt, Shirt, Gadgets(affordable ones)...I got them all for him. Well, I'm not a person who bakes or makes presents so leave them out. Anyways, valentine's is tomorrow and there's nothing better/simpler than just getting him a perfume and getting over and done with the whole "what should I buy for him" saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town to see some new phones....desperate to buy a new clamshell phone with the little money I have...and was immediately greeted by outrageously priced handphones. I didn't want to sign any plans so I am paying like...FULL prices for the phone. Anyways, probably dropping the idea of getting a new phone for the moment. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Wanlin, ahha I bought ash the new bvlgari cologne for men...smells really good to me, nice and light. Freaking $88 for a stupid 50ml bottle. Decided not to pay so much for the 100ml bottle...$121. Yeah, didn't have much to spare(which was also why i didn't wanna buy the phone too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash called to ask me if my passport had expired yet...he's taking me somewhere for vday tomorrow(we are celebrating a day earlier). I vaguely remember telling him I want a whole day of massage....I hope it's that. It's quite impossible to go to Bangkok for shopping and be back in Singapore by night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will be delightfully surprised!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110820723407897455?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110820723407897455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110820723407897455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110820723407897455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110820723407897455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/old-fashion-valentine-pressie-wallets.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110818349791498797</id><published>2005-02-12T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:46:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO LOSE WEIGHT DURING CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a festive season where everyone is gorging themselves on CNY goodies like kueh lapis, kueh bangkit, etc etc, I had problems downing all of the above. Well, not that I was on a strict diet or something, but that I had diarrhoea for 2 days. I must have went like 30 times to the loo to...u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible, my dad made it worse by giving me EXPIRED diarrhoea medicine, he said,"Expired better than no medicine." Well, after the diarrhoea got worse, I now strongly believe in NO MEDICINE BETTER THAN EXPIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of my torment, my aunt gave me some chinese medicine in powder form, and it worked miracles. I could really feel that it was clearing up and I was fine the next day. I have lost 1kg I suppose, still lots to go before I reach my target of under 50kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was quite funny, daddy gave mussel an ang bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/abc.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It contained $2, and in the end my mother took it back. But last night, mussel found a 2 dollar note and tore it into pieces....so I guess it's his way of spending his new year money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately bored of my phone! I want change, I want new things! My mom's friend saw my palm and commented that I love to spend money till I am broke...I guess she's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung is coming out with a new phone, which has bluetooth and all....but it's probably going to come out at the end of the year. Hmmm, I can't wait that long! I'm going to get meself a temporary clamshell phone(I am crazy abt them now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: CRAZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110818349791498797?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110818349791498797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110818349791498797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110818349791498797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110818349791498797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-to-lose-weight-during-cny-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110786087014130515</id><published>2005-02-08T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:43:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE EVE OF CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion dinner is going to start soon and boy am I hungry now. I forgot to eat breakfast and lunch, especially after I gulped down one small bottle of apple aloe vera. Yums. Now I'm just waiting for one family and ash to come before we can begin our dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy specially bought a new small and cute steamboat for Ash because the majority of the people would probably have pork and all in their soup. So I'll be sharing that small steamboat with Ash so that he'll not feel so left out when everyone else is digging into their steamboat and sharing their saliva. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for one lecture before zipping home for a quick nap. Today was exceptionally funny, I told everyone to wear red(at first I wanted them to wear black), and most of them DID! It was so funny, and when the lecturer saw us taking photos outside the class, he asked which CLAN we were from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the better pics(man I look weird in photos...) and the other photos will be uploaded in awhile! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the CF ppl: You guys can download from the gallery. If you wan a bigger resolution then ask from me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/ttt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Dehydrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110786087014130515?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110786087014130515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110786087014130515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110786087014130515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110786087014130515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/eve-of-chinese-new-year-reunion-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110777649396490968</id><published>2005-02-07T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:41:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HURRAH TO CNY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so excited about Chinese New Year ever since my last Chinese New Year. I keep telling cheryl that I am SOOOO happy that CNY is finally here, and she finds me weird to like to go to people's house to bai nian. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been hectic and well, abit dampening at the end. Talk about the brighter things first...went to New Asia Bar on friday and saw my brother there! Never bumped into him when I club. I felt that his friends were gossiping about me or something cos they keep talking and looking at me like I was Ah Meng from the zoo. Was supposed to meet mau there but I got the place all wrong! She was at City Space and I went to New Asia. And there was alot of communication breakdown....sorry mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit tipsy but felt alright to drive. Well, I'm much more sober than Ash cos he was already plopping himself at the passenger seat getting ready to sleep. And out of nowhere, I had the COURAGE to drive. (We now know where it came from) Think that the highest speed I went was 80km/h, of cos on a 90km/h expressway! I don't speed ok. So mau, eat this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps disturbing me about the 40km/h speed I went the other time I sent her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what I did on saturday cos it all went by so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent mostly alone in the day. I went for my Stretch Fit class and did some good stretches to boost my energy levels(actually no, I felt worse after that). Bumped into Melody! So cute....it's been awhile since I last saw her. She was with a guy...but I don't think it's THAT guy...oh wells, I dunno lah. I shouldn't be too kpo especially when I have other problems up my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a nice top for chinese new year, from the older generation complex a.k.a OG Complex. I've been to Suntec, Takashimaya, Wisma, Plaza Sing, Bugis Junction...NOOOO clothes for me. So was really glad that I have a top to wear for CNY, other than the 50 other pieces that I've bought but have not worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Ash's place in the evening to do some printing and hanging out before going out for dinner together. Everything went alright, until Ash went into a shop to see some stuff leaving me alone with his 3 other members of the family. 3 person facing me. I'm all alone on the other side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father went,"You should ask Ash to bring you to the islam convent(or convert...dunno). So you see other chinese girls like you and you won't feel so ALONE in this world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went,"Okok...I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued,"You should go and see, Siti(his sister) can ALSO bring you there to see. All girls, so don't feel shy. It's for your future...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went,"Okok...I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still continued to bombard me,"You can ALSO go online to search muslim converts...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went,"Okok...I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister, sensing that I was really uncomfortable, cut in,"Aiyah, leave it to her la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, then he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that if I really wanna be with Ash in future, I'd have to convert to a Muslim. But I never knew it'd be so difficult. At many points of the relationship, I stop and think if it's all worth it. Perhaps it's as hard as Charlotte York in Sex and the City converting to a Jew for love. I don't know, maybe I'll die before I get married and I don't have to think of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash, sensing that I have doubts about the relationship and all, has been extra sweet and nice to me. Making me feel all guilty for even harbouring such thoughts in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, me feel shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapping out of that, this is a picture I snapped with my phone during my worst lecture of my university education. Yeah ain't the clock nice!? Bought one for Cheryl for her birthday...I liked it so much I went to get another one. So cool!!! And yes, that's my lecturer scratching his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110777649396490968?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110777649396490968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110777649396490968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110777649396490968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110777649396490968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/hurrah-to-cny-ive-been-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110744390029696227</id><published>2005-02-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:18:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choc Chip Cookie Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first attempt at baking, I am now searching for better(actually cheaper and easier) recipes for choc chip cookies! I think I am mad about choc chip cookies now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a few, but my mommy bans me from the kitchen because she has to make kueh lapis and all. She doesn't want me to fight with her over the oven. *grumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will not give up baking choc chip cookies until I find the best tasting one. And when my chips start to improve, my frens' weight will start to improve too....cos I'll be giving them to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner(if I do make that many).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next choc chip recipe: The big ones...not grape sized ones. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished my last tutorial for the week! Yippee!! Now to research on choc chip cookies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110744390029696227?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110744390029696227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110744390029696227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110744390029696227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110744390029696227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/choc-chip-cookie-mania-after-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110742262531130733</id><published>2005-02-03T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:36:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cookie Monstrous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/cookie1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 4 hours attempting to bake chocolate chip cookies for the very first time. I was very serious about it, so serious that I went outside to the Mama Shop to buy milk powder when I realised I didn't have any. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The walk took 25mins out, 25 mins in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dough wasn't really good I guess, I didn't know what to expect for the dough and to what extent I should cream my butter till and so on. So I had to base it on my past experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it tasted like cookies in the end. Ash gave me a 6.5/10. Maybe 2 marks of that were pity marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do they taste like Famous Amos cookies? The recipe says that it is a CLOSE CLONE." I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THEY TASTE NOTHING LIKE THEM SAYANG!" He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobz, will try again in future when I have lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110742262531130733?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110742262531130733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110742262531130733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110742262531130733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110742262531130733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/cookie-monstrous-spent-4-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110718389789987007</id><published>2005-01-31T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:05:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Next Best Thing to Sex and the City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is perhaps Desperate Housewives. Just caught the show for the first time and I must say, it had certain characteristics in common with SATC. A bit of the narrating, the ladies, friendship...etc. But SATC is still the best series I've ever seen, and since this series has stopped, the next best thing/the only thing we have left is Despo Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching DH, I seem to begin to appreciate and miss the wonderful fashion and intelligent conversations in all the 6 seasons of SATC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Sex and the City!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aside, I am beginning to start to freak out at the idea of having braces. I was supposed to do it last december but I have pushed it to January and then to Febuary. And I think I cannot push it any further....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uglyhood here I come! I'll be back in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110718389789987007?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110718389789987007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110718389789987007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110718389789987007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110718389789987007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/next-best-thing-to-sex-and-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110708877562041154</id><published>2005-01-30T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:40:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Status Quo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of changes, I wonder why I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the status quo, but things will change in time to come. I wonder how well I can handle it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen would most probably go to Hongkong, which is sad for me but really good for her that she is going to experience new things in life. I'll probably lose my best fren, technically. It's sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be graduating in a few months time and maybe start working soon. I wonder if I'll be happy or be really stressed up....would there be like lots of office politics and all. Feeling of uncertainty doesn't go well with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just msn-ed with Ash's sister, she said that she wished her brother would further his studies and be a specialist or something. And it struck me that if Ash were to do that, things would change again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things change, people change, everything else changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate change sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Feelin Blue &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/69d98d6a.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110708877562041154?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110708877562041154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110708877562041154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110708877562041154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110708877562041154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/status-quo-im-afraid-of-changes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110692081738938833</id><published>2005-01-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:00:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aches and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=5645" alt="I am going to die at 74. When are you? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, waiting for Ash at a cybergame cafe or watever you call it, at Orchard Cineleisure. Just had my kickboxing workout and I must say that I am terribly unfit. Tired halfway into the workout, panting like some sad woman who hasn't exercised her whole lifetime. Maybe I'm still sick....maybe it's just excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my visitor's pass from Fitness First and it's only like for 8 days! So few days! The last time I had a pass from Cali Fitness and I had 3 weeks! Well, I earned that pass ok. They were like trying to sell Maureen n I all the different packages for like an hour before they gave up(they really pissed us off). This new gym didn't even try to sell me ANYTHING, but I asked the prices out of curiousity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100+ per month. No student packages or offer. So expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go cos Ash is reaching soon. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired and Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110692081738938833?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110692081738938833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110692081738938833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110692081738938833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110692081738938833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/aches-and-all-haha-waiting-for-ash-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110688573373508132</id><published>2005-01-28T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:46:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ERRATUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaixi insisted that I re-explain about the toe-picking-up-pen thing yesterday. So, the thing was that I dropped my pen on the floor. And he being the super nice guy that he is, used his feet/toes to push it to the front so that he could USE HIS HANDS to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've explained the whole thing proper, but I still feel it's gross!!! Especially, when saw his feet wriggling about below looking for my pen! Argh. Nvm...he's still a very nice guy nonetheless. So girls don't be turned off by his toe-picking-up-pen act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt amazingly fresh for this morning's lecture and sorta was able to understand most of the lecture. Maybe I've had enough rest the night before...9 hours of sleep. Now I'm back at home during my 4.5hours break and then its back for my last lecture of the week! Tonight I'm going to take my complimentary pass from planetfitness. I have NO IDEA who signed me up for that....but thanks to the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my neighbourhood has weird people. I used to have one mad caucasian that shouts out of his house whenever its a little noisy. When the dogs bark, he'll GO TO THE HOUSE and scold the dog. When people call the police(cos he's shouting non-stop), he runs into his house and off all the lights as if he's not home. It was after many police reports from the neighbourhood that he was invited back to the police station for a half a day chat with 'em. He's been quiet ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it's this old man that likes to exercise backwards. He walks backwards, swinging his hands forward and back. Hahah, the last I heard was that he tripped and fell and broke his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there was also this taiwanese man that walks around with his dog, also a jack russel. Posted up a pic of that long time ago, but not to worry, my photoalbum would be up soon and you guys can check out his dog. His dog used to fight with mine. So anyway, he walks like 2-3 times a day, for like really long journeys. There was once he came to my house and told us what he does for &lt;strong&gt;GOOD HEALTH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he hits his arms and legs 100 times each everyday. He showed us how he did it, and his arms and legs were like really red after that. Who would do that? What logic is that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last I heard, he died. Think he really beat himself to death.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edited: Saw him walking around with the dog earlier on. Thought I saw a ghost. Oooo....it was his BROTHER-IN-LAW that died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I shouldn't laugh at people's suffering. Later karma....touch wood touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110688573373508132?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110688573373508132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110688573373508132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110688573373508132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110688573373508132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/erratum-kaixi-insisted-that-i-re.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110683997694510806</id><published>2005-01-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:16:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Feeling Woozy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled tuition today as I felt really tired after last night and the whole day of school. Fortunately, my student had other plans. She said,"Nvm, my frenz are coming over to play...". She's a great student...and very possibly my very last student. I'm tired of giving tuition...can't imagine going through another student all over again. Wondering if he/she is improving, able to understand what you are talking about and etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kaixi was really gross. I dropped my pen on the floor during lecture(my fav one). And since it was quite squeezy, he OFFERED to pick it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually went to use his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feet/toes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do that! Argh, so gross!! I was like half pissed and half laughing at his atrociousness. The next time I dropped something, I told him,"Please, allow me to pick up myself." Gosh, even Cheryl cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM at Jurong with my family for some after dinner shopping and I got a pair of earrings for $2! It's not like really FANTASTIC looking, but it's really cheap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Woozy &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/zzz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110683997694510806?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110683997694510806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110683997694510806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110683997694510806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110683997694510806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/feeling-woozy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110678855043638137</id><published>2005-01-27T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T09:15:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shall We Dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this movie last night after the birthday dinner at Sushi Tei. It was quite a sweet show. And Richard Gere, though visibly older, still looks quite good! Guess one of his best times was in Pretty Woman. Young and suave. Gush! So anyway, although he looks old, he has this boyish charm in him when he smiles. Expected the show to be some kinda "Unfaithful" remake, but turns out to be the other way around. He became even more in love with his wife in the end. I wish my marriage would be something like that in the future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the Ipod shuffle for Ash yesterday at Apple Centre @ Wheelock Place. They have a lot of things there! So, it's not then end when you get an ipod. You'll wanna get the fm transmittor thingy, the speakers, the cover, this and that. The Shuffle is really cute, and I would have gotten that if not for the Ipod mini from Singtel that's on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the school comp lab wasting my break time away blogging instead of doing some proper work. Tee hee...shall go surf the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110678855043638137?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110678855043638137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110678855043638137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110678855043638137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110678855043638137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/shall-we-dance-watched-this-movie-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110666425598954277</id><published>2005-01-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:46:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That WooHoo Feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find the songs that I've been searching for ages. It's so difficult to find these songs especially when you don't have the song title, album or the artiste name. The song goes like, "Humm..humm...hummm...". Who the hell knows what I'm humming about!? Today, in the NUS bazaar at Science foyer, I heard the song that I want! Yay! However, I was quite embarrassed to ask the person for the title and artiste. So in the end, I sent a fren(who was manning a booth) to ask for me. So now the song that you are enjoying is one of the songs that I like and have been searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you'd get that woohoo feeling when you finally find/get something that you've been looking so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided to get the Apple Ipod shuffle for Ash's birthday. The 1Gig one, haha. Cos Singapore doesn't seem to have any of those 512mb left. Oh wells, since this can be connected to the car, so I might as well just get the 1G one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/ipods.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like that, only that it's totally white. Was just trying out some color thingy from photoshop. Looks quite nice....I'd get this design if they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Woohoo Mood! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110666425598954277?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110666425598954277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110666425598954277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110666425598954277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110666425598954277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-woohoo-feelin-managed-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110665226747224634</id><published>2005-01-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:25:24.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday Gift Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash birthday is tomorrow, and I'm not too sure about what to give him. I gave him a Mont Blanc wallet for xmas, and he sorta made me swear not to give him anything else for the next few occasions(cos I am a poor struggling student). So, at first I thought maybe I'll combine his valentine and bday gifts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be a little sad if you didn't get anything for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be, but he said he doesn't really care. Hai, but I don't want any karma happening to me. So I've decided to get him something....guess birthday is more important than valentine's day. So now I have narrowed the choices down to a Raoul Shirt or a Ipod Shuffle(which is subdivided into another two choices of a 512mb or a 1G. Hey I can draw a binomial tree!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at someone's blog on LJ(he has a shuffle for a gift too), and seeing how happy he can be. I guess, maybe Ash would be too, when I get him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money woes. Should I borrow, beg or steal? Haha, just kidding. I'll just shop less.....now I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, has been even more depressing. The tutorials are so hard that I feel stupid after attempting them. What made so much sense in lectures, were nothing when it came to tutorials. And it's only the FIRST tutorial. Wail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go play "Neighbours from Hell". It's a game where you sneak into your neighbours' house and then play tricks on them. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110665226747224634?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110665226747224634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110665226747224634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110665226747224634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110665226747224634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/birthday-gift-dilemma-ash-birthday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110646102241598234</id><published>2005-01-23T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T14:17:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/peering.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was SO bored doin' my maths tutorials. So decided to put up this photo of Mussel looking over the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like he's a peeping tom or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110646102241598234?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110646102241598234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110646102241598234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110646102241598234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110646102241598234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/was-so-bored-doin-my-maths-tutorials.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110641359190656181</id><published>2005-01-23T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:07:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEEL GOOD DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never a volunteer work kinda person, but was asked by Ash to help him with some charity injections for the old folks. Well, he didn't tell me its a Muslim benefit kinda thing, and he also didn't tell me its not for old folks. Well, its for the children of this muslim childcare and children of single parents(some kinda association). It's really quite fun seeing children getting injections and seeing how brave some are. They don't flinch even if you poke them with a needle and they are like 5?! Anyways, felt really good after helping out the whole injection thing. Some of these single parents have like 3 kids and its really not easy to take care of 'em. The next benefit is in a few weeks time, and again I'm INVITED by Ash because he can't speak chinese. Yups, this is for the chinese old folks I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash's sister joined us today and we all headed for an early dinner at the Changi Airport at Swenson's. Headed back to his place where we 3 hanged out for abit before his parents came back from Malaysia. Did a very nice thing, held the door open for them and offered to help his mom carry heavy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thought that his parents/family hated me. You know, when you are majority you tend to be racist. But I felt like a minority at his place this time. Must be karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for my place, his mom actually kissed me goodbye. That was one helluva shock for me. According to Ash, that was the very first time that he's seen his mom do anything like that to his ex-gfs(not many according to him...hmmm). So, I was quite pleased with my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the night with the movie Electra and I must say I am a sucker for women with really good and fit body. At the end of the movie, I wasn't swooning over Jennifer Garner aka Electra but I was actually crazy over this bad character Thyphoid. Really chio woman, and I am a sucker for this kinda look. Anyway, watch the show if you wanna know. I can't seem to find the picture on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially planned to go to the gym and work some of the popcorn off tomorrow, but realised I have too much work to do. I had better stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes maureen, I am boring and predictable. I'm sorry I am a stranger now.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Miss, can make fren?" *Ah bengish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Cheery&lt;br /&gt;Music: Mussel's whining(he's sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110641359190656181?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110641359190656181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110641359190656181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110641359190656181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110641359190656181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/feel-good-day-im-never-volunteer-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110636988447517600</id><published>2005-01-22T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:58:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOOM BOOM ROX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Boom Boom Room last night(it was their 2nd last nite), and it was wonderful! I haven't laughed so hard in a long time, and the performances were really good. It was a show full of men, who were either cross-dressers or transexuals. And I've always like them for their expressiveness and courage to showcase to the world what they have. The 30 bucks cover charge was well worth the money. *Thinks again* Well worth Ash's money! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been posting for the past few days because I've been busy doing up a new layout for the blog. I feel its more personalised that the previous one. One thing I can't remove is the bloody navigation bar on the top, so I changed the color to black so as to blend into the rest of the layout. Been so distracted with the layout and all that I haven't been doing ANY work. I'm supposed to be more hardworking this semester, but somehow the maths just bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110636988447517600?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110636988447517600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110636988447517600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110636988447517600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110636988447517600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/boom-boom-rox-went-to-boom-boom-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110597660339382739</id><published>2005-01-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:44:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sick and sick about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the week with a bout of flu, the symptoms were already existent the day before. Constant sneezing, feeling heaty inside...stuff like that. Thought it was some tired flu, but ended up to be some serious flu bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am lecture with flu....terrible. However, I went back during my 4.5 hour break to take a nap and returned to school at 2pm for another math lecture. The lecture theatre was colder than in the morning and therefore things became worse for me. It was hell. Felt as if I've been there for hours when it was only 15 mins into the lecture. It sure doesn't help when the lecturer is so boring and in a world of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lecturers are like that. Usually they are in a world of their own and you have to claw your way into their world. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with Ash's folks the night before. Cos I wanted to try his new MOMO wheel. This is some kinda driving/steering equipment that you connect to your pc so you can play those driving/racing games. I got sick of the wheel after 10 minutes. Ash's sister took over and continued playing it for like 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy visiting the parents of your other half. Much worse if they were of a different race. Keep having thoughts that they hate me or something. Turns out that they were quite alrights! His mommy was so into the football game that she knew each and every player of the Singapore team. She and her daughter were commenting on whether this guy or that was handsome or not, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110597660339382739?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110597660339382739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110597660339382739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110597660339382739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110597660339382739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/sick-and-sick-about-it-started-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110589345809531889</id><published>2005-01-17T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:51:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICED GREEN TEA - HOT or COLD???!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what the waiter asked when we ordered ICED GREEN TEA at sushi tei. Well, at first we thought that he was confused with SJ's order of COKE. So, we gave him another chance and ordered all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Us: Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Him: Yes I kNow that!(Rolls his eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Us: 2 Iced green teas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Him: YOU WANT HOT OR COLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can roll his eyes again somemore! Grrr...pissing. Well, it was the obvious wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a girlie night out on friday with Mau and SJ. It's really nice that we girls can wind down after school on a friday(Mau had a free day actually, yet she was late....no logic). Lotsa laugh and gossip at the sushi restaurant where we ordered our favourite jap foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sashimi Salad + Sushi Steak&lt;br /&gt;Mau: Sashimi Salad + California Handroll(sometimes soft shell crab handroll...)&lt;br /&gt;SJ: Salmon Don + Soft Shell Crab handroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash caught up with us after work and we all headed down to Vie Bar where Mau, who was supposedly on a diet, indulged herself in sausages and nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Whoring Alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/triopb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why we did those weird poses behind those dirty cushions. It must be the work of the wine. Was really happy that night, even though my hair was oily and I was really tired from the day's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash fell asleep while drinking so I had the honor of sending the girls home. They live like a few blocks away...so I didn't mind. Mau had the biggest laugh of her life when I was driving like 39km/h max that night. Yeah, taxis and cars were flashing at me, probably for my snail-like speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last drove. This was my second time driving after I passed last year. Yeah, the car died a few times, forgot to bring up the handbrake, drove to the wrong lane...I did 'em all. As if I was a novice driver. How embarassing. Check out maureen's blog for her version of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another collage of my darling Mussel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/muscle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep, shall blog again tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110589345809531889?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110589345809531889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110589345809531889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110589345809531889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110589345809531889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/iced-green-tea-hot-or-cold-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110568006145009947</id><published>2005-01-14T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T14:53:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sneaked home for awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on some girl's blog and thought I should do this while waiting for my photos to upload on my online album. It'll be done soon....just wait awhile yahs!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A - Accent: Singlish?&lt;br /&gt;B - Breast size: 34B&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: Clearing up messes&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: Robert&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential make-up item: Concealer&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite perfume: Chanel Chance&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or silver: Silver&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I - Insomnia: When Im too hyped up&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Undergraduate&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: One in the future. Labour pains should only be experienced once&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: With the family and dog.&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's birthplace: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of pets you've had: 2 Dogs, Many fishes, 1 hamster, 2 rabbits, Daddy kept a centipede for awhile&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stays: Think I never&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia: Not being able to be in control of things. Not being able to go shopping. No money&lt;br /&gt;R - Religious affiliation: Hmmm, was in Methodist Girls School, does this count?&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: One hour b4 I need to do stuff&lt;br /&gt;U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Maybe just blondish highlights&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Celery, Bittergourd&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: Shopping too much and getting a top that I already have&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: Teeth, chest&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy foods you make: Maggi mee with egg and the previous nites leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Cancer. Crab. Allergic to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just wanna say hi to the ladies in Maybank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/hands_007.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left a nice message for my and my mates(Shumin and Renhao)....indirectly saying that they MISS US. Whahahah....*smirk smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of my hair after dyeing it. Yeah, not really very ah lian...think abit of highlights does help make the hair look nicer. Blew 90 bucks on it...it better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take a short nap before going back to school...Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110568006145009947?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110568006145009947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110568006145009947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110568006145009947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110568006145009947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/sneaked-home-for-awhile_110568006145009947.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110563091740232953</id><published>2005-01-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:50:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Week of School Almost Equivalent to First Month of School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week of school is almost coming to an end, but somehow I feel like I have been struggling for very long. Maybe its cos I am taking 4 core modules and double lectures for each is really disgusting. Maybe its cos I am dumb...oh wells, my disgusting modules this semester are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modelling via Ordinary Differential Equations(Sounds gross I know)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Investment Instruments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Financial Mathematics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-linear Programming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Political Economy of Housing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know! The first four modules are absolutely disgusting! Had to take a "breather" module like the 5th one. Its interesting and at the same time crappy. Hehe, to a certain extent it might be useful to me in future cos Ash is thinking of immigrating. And if I do marry him...wells..I may be able to advise him on his purchase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would seriously advise you on buying a smaller house so that you can get only the BEST DIAMOND SET for me. It's a better investment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So had lunch today with Mau and Liz, its funny when two of my frenz from different groups meet. Sometimes you classify your friends into groups. It's stupid but it's very true. Either they come from different backgrounds, click differently, etc. Lunch was good cos of the company and it was hilarious when mau forgot that she had a lecture to attend. She happily went co-op shopping and chatting with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been rather busy with stuff that I can't remember. Let me recall...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuition has resumed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coloured my hair...I sorta have blonde streaks now. No worries...not ah lian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suddenly picked up reading(currently reading my student's library book about anorexia nervosa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School, obviously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applied for a locker in SOC to put my stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gym on monday and hope to do it again on the weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to put up my online album asap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other photoshop projects(for interest)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backing up files on the laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner at sushi tei with SJ and Mau tom...can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mood: Bored...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110563091740232953?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110563091740232953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110563091740232953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110563091740232953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110563091740232953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-week-of-school-almost-equivalent.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110537609364201970</id><published>2005-01-11T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:58:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mussel and his biting problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mussel has bitten through hard tennis balls, gym hockey balls, plastic frisbees, paper, plastic bottles, cds and the latest addition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Amore Membership Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bar code can still be seen and all...but there are big bumps(from the teeth) on the card. It's not a flat card anymore...it looks like a card with serious chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn...really contemplating changing a new card. 10 quid a piece! I am also quite embarrassed in using the chicken pox card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sod it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do it the next time I amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine, 'cept for the stupid 4.5 hour break in between. Well, at least I used the time to settle my final module. I am taking this weird module about housing. Hope everything will turn out ok this semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz..going to zonk out now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110537609364201970?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110537609364201970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110537609364201970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110537609364201970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110537609364201970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/mussel-and-his-biting-problem-mussel.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781812.post-110524875163156175</id><published>2005-01-09T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:17:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;ANOTHER POST, FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I have been really busy and behind time in my postings. If you look to the tag-board, you'd see Mau ordering me to post. Yeah, been busy trying to rush out projects...NON-WORK related. Did a powerpoint for the ladies at Maybank, and everyone sure had a good laugh. Anyways, my internship is finally over and school is starting tomorrow! Gagh...it sure sux. Being short of a module doesn't make it any better. Just hope everything goes well this week, I guess I'll finally have the time to sit down and properly work through the bidding system of NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a nice online photo album host, anyone has any ideas? Free and loads of memory. I have too many photos to share now, but I can't possibly post it all on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, this is a nice collage of Mussel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/mus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now, everyone knows that I treat Mussel as a baby. :) My baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the slut company's "&lt;strong&gt;no-evil&lt;/strong&gt;" collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/toupload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final week in Maybank Towers was really enjoyable. I managed to read 2.5 books of Shopaholic there. I really like this book and just saw the fourth book in the bookshop at Suntec...was so tempted to borrow it but they bloody cost 6 quid(shopaholic's currency). I shall shop for a cheaper lending rate. The last week was lotsa fun and I will sure miss the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;First Photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Maureen, Shinghui and Joo Leng(our ex-tuition teacher) for lunch last week. Yeah, this is a really OUTDATED part of the post. It was fun meeting him, and he sure has gotten rounder. Oops, better not say this about people. Karma. I wouldn't like people to say that about me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, he sure looks much HAPPIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Second Photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a Karaoke session at NUS guild house at Suntec after work. Sorta like a little going-away party for the interns. We had dinner at this Nest Restaurant at bottom of Suntec(sounds funny...basically it's just B1). Wonder if it was the food or the company, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo with Shumin, pity I didn't take more photos, I was too stoned and tired after the whole day. Some other photos had to be censored or else the ladies at the company might send me hate sms'es after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Irene's husband, Siow Yee's husband, York Yin's bf....and Ash came to join us too! Yeah, I was the youngest there and I had the oldest bf there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the first both Ash n I heard each other sing....hehe. He commented that I sounded sweet and scolded me, for not scolding him in such a sweet voice. (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Third Photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finally got the levi's I wanted in my size! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on the size I wanted at OUB centre and I immediately fell in love with it. It has been awhile since I last bought myself some tight jeans. And I know the feeling when it's the one. I'm behaving like a deranged shopaholic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, I went with Ash to Suntec City(again) and he got a pair for me! He knows that if I don't get it, I'll be bugging him for the next few days on the SAME topic. Hmm, I better change this bad habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself 2 pants from G2000 for only 50 bucks. Half price for both pairs. Figured that I'd need it someday....I wear them for clubbing too. When I feel totally insecure about my figure...it really hides some fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post off, I just wanna mention that I have finally tried on my FIRST PAIR of contact lenses! Woah, I felt that I had perfect vision...sorry for being a laggard. I am quite slow in adopting products. I guess I am one of the few weirdos who wears contacts when they have 0.5 short sightedness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Shop-py&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781812-110524875163156175?l=exquoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110524875163156175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781812&amp;postID=110524875163156175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110524875163156175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781812/posts/default/110524875163156175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-post-finally-realised-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
