<?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-2972869117216220065</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:21:56.482+08:00</updated><category term='lee stomach capacity'/><category term='schmexy'/><category term='mom.'/><category term='what&apos;s the point of labels? if i DO have to put a lable'/><category term='Toda'/><category term='beagleton'/><category term='Itouch baby'/><category term='laaaazy'/><category term='manchester united. woot.'/><category term='robert downey jr.'/><category term='pokemon'/><category term='then it&apos;d be hair'/><category term='lunch'/><title type='text'>vaseline over the lens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3744030754513090457</id><published>2010-10-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:01:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3744030754513090457?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3744030754513090457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3744030754513090457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3744030754513090457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1197103150607844593</id><published>2010-02-09T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:42:39.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like strangers detatch</title><content type='html'>i really was not built in any way or form to be able to deal with people leaving or saying goodbyes. i'm ok with the time before the departure and i can deal with the time after, it's the actual moment itself when you think of everything you want to say and do/should have said and done/shouldn't say and do/shouldn't have said and done. TECHNICALLY, you're less likely to have to deal with the consequences of whatever as this'll be followed, inevitably, by a parting of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting my brave face(s) aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1197103150607844593?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1197103150607844593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-strangers-detatch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1197103150607844593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1197103150607844593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-strangers-detatch.html' title='like strangers detatch'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-535624253417019561</id><published>2010-02-06T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:23:38.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a modern girl, but i fold in half so easily</title><content type='html'>feeling oddly heavy hearted. possibly at the prospect of sending people off, followed by having to leave other behind myself. it COULD be that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-535624253417019561?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/535624253417019561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-modern-girl-but-i-fold-in-half-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/535624253417019561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/535624253417019561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-modern-girl-but-i-fold-in-half-so.html' title='i&apos;m a modern girl, but i fold in half so easily'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1848140156063334191</id><published>2010-01-01T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:41:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takes a lot more than red to paint this town</title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone. Who thought spending new years in a hospital room could be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and despite all the claims of "i've changed, i've grown, etc", it's prlly time to recognise that none of that has happened. 2009 was just another year like every other year before it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1848140156063334191?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1848140156063334191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/01/takes-lot-more-than-red-to-paint-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1848140156063334191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1848140156063334191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2010/01/takes-lot-more-than-red-to-paint-this.html' title='takes a lot more than red to paint this town'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3482601278134712811</id><published>2009-12-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:45:10.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, hello. I take you on a trip</title><content type='html'>last night in d33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3482601278134712811?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3482601278134712811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello-i-take-you-on-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3482601278134712811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3482601278134712811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello-i-take-you-on-trip.html' title='hello, hello. I take you on a trip'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1721132966523811306</id><published>2009-12-02T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:32:26.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a long, long road to reach your house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5718.74 km&lt;/span&gt; is the distance between the place that i've spent the better part of 18 years of my life and the place i've had to leave it for for my 19th. It's not TOO far. I mean certainly, it's not like it's walking distance, nor is it even close enough that i could go back on the weekends or anything like that. (not only is it not close enough, it's not affordable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've felt very much, recently, that i am quite literally living in two worlds. Almost anything and everything that i can do here i can't and won't do there, and vice versa.  There is almost no chance at all of me going cliffjumping back in PJ, nor would i be likely to stay out till the earlier hours of the morning without having to tell someone or other where i was. I probably wouldn't head out so much to spend time with a bunch of people, out of which i'd know say 5 out of 20 people and have to make friends with the rest. Or to use a real example, i would not attend an event knowing only one person and not the other 10, and yet i felt almost perfectly comfortable doing that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, none of this has replaced the feeling of being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say i haven't change, and to a certain extent i believe i haven't. I'm still really careless, somewhat stupid, etc. But something feels diferent, and when i put my finger on it, i'll let you know. In fact, come up to me and ask me and we can have a long and meaningful conversation and hopefully come up with something at the end of it. I'm comprehending having to do this for the next 3 years. Using the word "comprehending" makes it sound like i see it's going to be a struggle, and sure, some parts are gonna be, but i intend on enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i realise i haven't mentioned ANYTHING about the cliffjumping and dude, tis truly an amazing experience. You're not just gripped by fear when you're up there, it's a whole maelstrom of emotions and it's just such a sensation actually jumping off the cliff before THWACKING the water. If you land nicely, then good for you :) if anyone heads here in summer, i'll rent a car and take you there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND so frenchy so chic was absolutely just wow :) SO GOOOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1721132966523811306?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1721132966523811306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-long-long-road-to-reach-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1721132966523811306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1721132966523811306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-long-long-road-to-reach-your.html' title='There&apos;s a long, long road to reach your house.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4513423706424389219</id><published>2009-11-11T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:23:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you and i collapsed in love</title><content type='html'>i think it's the heat that's making me tired. And it's the lethargy that's making me lose all inhibitions. I just don't have the energy to conduct myself in a way that's socially appropriate anymore, and so i'm sorry! not really, but well. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm officially done with my first year of uni lectures. well i was done last friday :) nevertheless, i guess it's an achievement of sorts? I don't feel smarter. Different, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4513423706424389219?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4513423706424389219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-and-i-collapsed-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4513423706424389219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4513423706424389219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-and-i-collapsed-in-love.html' title='when you and i collapsed in love'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4808243712088892515</id><published>2009-10-26T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:34:22.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't you sit right down and make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just thought i'd try something new. In a funny mood anyhow, might as well indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having a good couple of days, beach with the stinky and lockwood on friday. Supposed to have been studying, but really ended up just kinda fooling around and lazing about on the semi-sunny beach. The weather was definitely less than perfect on saturday for a day at Moana, but we spent a lot of the time convincing ourselves that what really mattered was the company. And so eventhough it was freeeezing, there were no real waves for the surfers to surf and a wet football hurts, it was a good day cos of the company :) No really, it was. Came back completely wiped out though, barely enough energy to get myself cleaned up and all for bed. But i did it somehow...even managing to sneak in a couple of paragraphs into my learning issue. All paragraphs produced were only written due to a severe sense of guilt. I get the feeling that i'd get very lil work done if not for that wonderful sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite a happifying thing have the last and first conversation with the same person on both ends of sleep. Something really pleasant about it. But i'd reckon it also depends on who the person is. If it's someone you just really don't wanna hear from, well then...i'm guessing it won't make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, feeling somewhat oddly tense right now. I really don't like people telling other people things on my behalf, particularly when i deliberately decided not to disclose the information in the first place. Goodness, i'm perfectly capable of telling whoever i want whatever i want whenever i want without someone doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, found a cornflake in my hoodie pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4808243712088892515?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4808243712088892515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-dont-you-sit-right-down-and-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4808243712088892515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4808243712088892515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-dont-you-sit-right-down-and-make-me.html' title='why don&apos;t you sit right down and make me smile'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3874481785893422732</id><published>2009-10-11T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:16:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate fell short this time, your smile fades in the summer</title><content type='html'>I always enjoy being a Lee. An integral part of being one of us (we're like the mafia, you see) is the associated stubborness and pride. And the knowledge that we are right and you are wrong. Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3874481785893422732?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3874481785893422732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/fate-fell-short-this-time-your-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3874481785893422732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3874481785893422732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/fate-fell-short-this-time-your-smile.html' title='fate fell short this time, your smile fades in the summer'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3441290436108942128</id><published>2009-10-09T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:44:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look left and look right. cross the road. hold my hand.</title><content type='html'>Today, was by all means, a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a good night's sleep. Vacuumed my room (it's clean, finally!). Good hair day :) Retail therapy at it's best at salvos and church op shop; 3 dresses, a pair of trousers, one pair of the wickedest dark green leather shoes for about 20 dollars. Was bouncing about for most of the day quite happily. Oh and the church's op shop has the best changing room ever. In fact, anyone who comes visit me now will be made to stop by the shop just to see the dressing room. If it's my sis who comes down, i know she'll want a look around the place as well. You others might not be quite so happy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the effects seem to have worn off somewhat and who can say why(?) without taking on the persona of some pretentious peanut who would tell me that the satisfaction and joy that comes from shopping is temporary cos it's shallow and whatnot. Unless you can think of something else to say...i'm sure you can finish the cliche yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How angry and adolescent do i sound? And to an imaginary statement that an imaginary person MIGHT have come up with. Hmm. I AM feeling some resentment towards a non-imaginary person. Why? I can't quite say. Not cos i'm trying to spare anyone's feelings or anything. I just honestly can't quite put my finger on it. I just know that you make what i do and how i feel seem so petty and i don't know how you do it, but i'd like to learn. I don't think this should only go one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, I'd like to blame the way that i am right now on the fact that i'm tired. And so i will. I am the way i am right now because i'm tired. It's too much effort pretending to be perky and happy to an empty room. No one will appreciate it so i'll save it for when i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to try put myself in the right disposition to sleep. i.e. happy enough to be at ease, but not so that i push past the ease into crazy "WOOHOOO LET'S DO SOMETHING" mode. It's a fine line at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, i'm not as angry as i sound. Or maybe i am, i can't quite tell myself. But it's nothing to worry about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i love the straightforwardness of the question "what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how i'm never able to get away with making excuses with you. Somehow, you make it impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3441290436108942128?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3441290436108942128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-left-and-look-right-cross-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3441290436108942128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3441290436108942128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-left-and-look-right-cross-road.html' title='look left and look right. cross the road. hold my hand.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-6524310163572130392</id><published>2009-10-03T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:07:26.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a hole in my head where the words fall out</title><content type='html'>Ryan Giggs is on firrrre :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But been in a bit of a foul mood. Whattodo? I'm trying very hard not to be. I'm sure it'll blow over. Just give me time to get all philosophical and i'll be ok. That always seems to get everyone back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the warning signs running around my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAALF the world away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-6524310163572130392?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/6524310163572130392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-hole-in-my-head-where-words-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6524310163572130392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6524310163572130392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-hole-in-my-head-where-words-fall.html' title='There&apos;s a hole in my head where the words fall out'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-7919083665215683178</id><published>2009-10-01T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:26:13.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess that i might as well feel the way i want to feel.</title><content type='html'>I found my watch. Also realised that i had two paypal accounts and so all my funds were being sent to the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things might be starting to look up a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-7919083665215683178?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/7919083665215683178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-might-as-well-feel-way-i-want-to-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7919083665215683178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7919083665215683178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-might-as-well-feel-way-i-want-to-feel.html' title='I guess that i might as well feel the way i want to feel.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-7947440491760815163</id><published>2009-09-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:28:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all night long for me, only for me</title><content type='html'>Handed in my massive and stressful assignment. Finally. It was only stressful cos it's apparently really easy to fail, not to mention there was no existing discussion board for it, the course coordinator was AWOL and well...i think that the fact that one single mistake in one section could result in a F, irregardless of how you did every other part is scary enough. But now working (slowly...though i can't really afford to do it slowly) through psych. I don't understand the questions. But at least i think i'll get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a moment, the other day i realised how easy it is to get so caught up in your own lil world. Not that i'm implying that we actively forget that there are other people out there, and if you're like me, you even spend the better part of your day thinking about them and what they might be doing. I don't know about anyone else, but in my mind, what i think they might be doing are what they are doing, if that makes any sense. And you get on with your day, knowing that you are doing what you're doing and assuming that other people are living as you imagine them to be. Or rather, you know that there's every possibility that they might be doing something else, and you give them the luxury of options, but you don't think very much about it. You just recognise it as a vague possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not until you get a phone call (it seems to only work with phone calls...i don't know. i think it's got something to do with the fact that you are hearing their voice, but still not seeing their face. yup, i think it's the weird combination of feeling connected, and yet the physical separation cannot be denied) where someone tells you what they've been up to and what they will be up to, that you realise that there is a whole wide world out there with people living their lives. And it has nothing to do with you, in that what they were actually doing was something you didn't even consider. It's really not a big deal at all. Was just a moment where i realised that nothing in the world works in the way i order it to. Not even close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-7947440491760815163?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/7947440491760815163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-night-long-for-me-only-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7947440491760815163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7947440491760815163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-night-long-for-me-only-for-me.html' title='all night long for me, only for me'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3063993379450571492</id><published>2009-09-22T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:13:28.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to waste my time with you</title><content type='html'>i am definitely looking at more nights up. no sleeping earlier than 3 is the new rule. Let's see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing things/done things differently this time, to a certain extent. I don't think it means i've changed, just that maybe i've learned something for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's suddenly hit me that i'm awake eating peanut butter, away from home, and that i've just gone through the year i've gone through. my past few days in pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/Srj1QgRFdoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gma4Gfw9U5A/s1600-h/IMGP4578+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/Srj1QgRFdoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gma4Gfw9U5A/s320/IMGP4578+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384323018409735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't normally take photos of random groceries. these aren't random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjoLNkhheI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XGjE3OIORaU/s1600-h/IMGP4580+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjoLNkhheI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XGjE3OIORaU/s320/IMGP4580+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384308633840485858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my new favourite place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjoLw3_qfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SJ-nqPUQNVQ/s1600-h/IMGP4581+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjoLw3_qfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SJ-nqPUQNVQ/s320/IMGP4581+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384308643317393906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjutB4YPwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/66l-xnvSeJE/s1600-h/IMGP4599+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjutB4YPwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/66l-xnvSeJE/s320/IMGP4599+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384315811887857410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjqqJAML7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/QDeTyIzlItE/s1600-h/IMGP4609+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SrjqqJAML7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/QDeTyIzlItE/s320/IMGP4609+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384311364213551026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3063993379450571492?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3063993379450571492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-to-waste-my-time-with-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3063993379450571492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3063993379450571492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-to-waste-my-time-with-you.html' title='just to waste my time with you'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/Srj1QgRFdoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gma4Gfw9U5A/s72-c/IMGP4578+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1491096246466701857</id><published>2009-09-21T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:23:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i was sure.</title><content type='html'>Pale and pasty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair. But clean hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses over sepet eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipping nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey puffy sweater with huge strawberries down the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mismatched shirt sticking out from under the sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onset of late-night dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what you're all thinking: "MMM, SEXAY". and you're right ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1491096246466701857?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1491096246466701857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only-i-was-sure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1491096246466701857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1491096246466701857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only-i-was-sure.html' title='if only i was sure.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8176980008937050267</id><published>2009-09-17T13:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:33:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they call me superman. i'm here to rescue you.</title><content type='html'>gosh, suffering a bit today. have to finish work. tirrrred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also forsee a few more lonelier days. the creepy fella might take up sitting in the telly room now, as he did when we weren't there, or the room will be empty most of the time. And every knock on my door now will scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all good; i'm glad you dropped by in the morning. i'm really glad we met. you take care, salope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8176980008937050267?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8176980008937050267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/gosh-suffering-bit-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8176980008937050267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8176980008937050267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/gosh-suffering-bit-today.html' title='they call me superman. i&apos;m here to rescue you.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-7361781861047223177</id><published>2009-09-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:27:05.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet little sixteen</title><content type='html'>about to be chased outta the library methinks. maybe i should get home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-7361781861047223177?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/7361781861047223177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-little-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7361781861047223177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7361781861047223177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-little-sixteen.html' title='sweet little sixteen'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-101559328320449912</id><published>2009-09-10T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:45:46.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where DID you GO? WHERE DID YOU? WHERE DID YOU??</title><content type='html'>and che, hello! :D i WOULD give you guys more credit if i knew you guys existed. You made pa do something today that caused him to use a ":(" face in a text. Well done. At the same time, shame on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-101559328320449912?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/101559328320449912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-you-go-where-did-you-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/101559328320449912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/101559328320449912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-you-go-where-did-you-where.html' title='Where DID you GO? WHERE DID YOU? WHERE DID YOU??'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2775697753543909160</id><published>2009-09-10T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:51:58.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do know one thing though</title><content type='html'>having a day off today (; slept in and it's a beautiful day. absolutely. when you leave stores, the less grumpy  attendants urge you to enjoy the rest of your sunny day. But honestly, it's warmer today at 14 degrees than it was yesterday at 17. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, though, been surprised at how more people than i thought take me to be some...well, whatever the opposite of a fair-weather friend is. A foul-weather friend? Something like that, I'm sure. But yea, since when has that been my role? Surely that's unfair. I want to be there for the good things too. Yes, i do want to know if something bad's happened, and as far as i can, I want to be there for you, but when you ONLY tell me of the shitty things that've happen, when you only talk to me because eveyone else is busy and you know that i'll make time for you, when you only look for me because you need someone on your side, what am i supposed to take from all this? You never promised me the same frienship i did, and though i had, at one time, hoped that you would, i never expected it. I don't think you know just how much i don't tell you anymore. i don't think you've changed. And i know you're trying. very, very little. But you're trying and i appreciate it, though my appreciation is directly proportinal to the effort you're putting in. I know i am allowed to feel angry at you. And you, you just exhausted me. I don't know what else i can say to you. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, this still doesn't ruin my gorgeously sunny day. I'm not stewing over it anymore, i might have been before this, but not right now. not today :) if you people assume that this is how our friendship works, i'll live with it. Or not. We'll see how i'm feeling. But now, yea, i'm just trying to keep the blog updated so that Tani (who seems to have disappeared from my blogosphere over the past...day :D) has something to do &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone else who's reading this, honestly, cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die honestly, if you have a problem or anything has upset you and you want to share that with me, don't let this put you off. Just let me know when something good happens. Or when nothng happens. Sometimes, those are the best things to hear about. But if you don't wanna share, again, trust me, i understand. Yes, i am THAT good a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2775697753543909160?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2775697753543909160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-know-one-thing-though.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2775697753543909160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2775697753543909160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-know-one-thing-though.html' title='i do know one thing though'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1013548703838877960</id><published>2009-09-05T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:56:56.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>riding in my car, i turn on the radio</title><content type='html'>since i found out that i have at least ONE reader (tani! :):)) i've decided to update my blog. This one goes out to you, you know who you are ;) (yes babe, i think i'm funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Tani, i had a very unproductive week. It's continuing to be an unproductive weekend as well. I went to Cleland Wildlife Park today up in Mt Lofty which is basically the highest point in Adelaide. Before that, took a 20 minute walk up the moutain then a..40(?) minute walk through the botanical gardens where i was proven embarassingly unfit. I was breathing SO heavily walking back up the stupid slope and i was so far behind it's not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to make it in time to the bus stop to catch the bus to the wildlife park, where i got to see tasmanian devils, koalas, potoroos, some other lil marsupials, LOADS of birds :S, fed kangaroos and wallabies. Was interesting enough i guess :) It's one of those things i guess you should do while you're in Australia, get to see their (mostly) weird, and (some) wonderful animals. Then took the bus to Mt Lofty summit, started to get cold...walked back down, missed the bus cos we were at the wrong stop, waited another half an hour, caught the bus back to the city, waited about 10 minutes, caught the bus home. Wasn't that tired until after dinner and now i'm reaaaally tired. Tried standing up a minute ago, but i just literally lost my footing and fell back into my chair. Oh, and when i got back after dinner, sat in the tv room for awhile and had a couple of laughs with some housemates, which is always nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went going for the royal adelaide show though i wasn't feeling too good before and i'm not feeling too great at the moment. Can barely keep my eyes open and my throat and nose are being weird...maybe i should have taken more than just 600 ml of water with me when i went out saturday and not eaten so much sweet/fried stuff at the show :) I went for the slingshot babe, the reverse bungee thing. OMG, sooo cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this blog post, i hope, is from a song that you recognise :) and as i typed that up, i was reminded of that car ride i took you back from sunway and you started going all Koffee with Karan on me. Oh man, such good times! I miss you loads hun. You have no idea how much i wish i had you around here. I know i say that a lot, but i do that because i mean it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How've you been babe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1013548703838877960?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1013548703838877960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/riding-in-my-car-i-turn-on-radio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1013548703838877960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1013548703838877960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/09/riding-in-my-car-i-turn-on-radio.html' title='riding in my car, i turn on the radio'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2760589814105358674</id><published>2009-08-31T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:40:27.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is not a wonderwall to climb or step around</title><content type='html'>Does it matter at all that today is Merdeka? The 52nd one. Does it matter that there are no celebrations? Is it at all relevant that i'm not IN Malaysia for Merdeka? Prolly not. So why do i feel compelled to have to mention all of them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2760589814105358674?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2760589814105358674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-not-wonderwall-to-climb-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2760589814105358674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2760589814105358674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-not-wonderwall-to-climb-or.html' title='there is not a wonderwall to climb or step around'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3211532683011031977</id><published>2009-08-30T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:45:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to watch ponyo and up. curse the fact that i'm right about up's opening date and that the screening times for ponyo are so bad. bleeeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3211532683011031977?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3211532683011031977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-watch-ponyo-and-up-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3211532683011031977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3211532683011031977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-watch-ponyo-and-up-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5697733701932712040</id><published>2009-08-30T11:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:13:54.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toda'/><title type='text'>just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me</title><content type='html'>Today is a very nothing day. Woke up, had breakfast, doing work now, alone in a sunny but cold room with books strewn across the table and my emtpy glass of water next to me. A completely nondescript day. And nothing else planned for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel like there's just something about today that i will remember. And i will remember it to be a beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5697733701932712040?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5697733701932712040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-say-youll-wait-youll-wait-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5697733701932712040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5697733701932712040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-say-youll-wait-youll-wait-for-me.html' title='just say you&apos;ll wait, you&apos;ll wait for me'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3720551829532594804</id><published>2009-08-29T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:15:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only one thing i did wrong</title><content type='html'>a highly unproductive week. mostly good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had one day and a couple of hours of luck that was so shit that it sounds scripted, but hey, they weren't. we're just all living, breathing, walking, eating cliches anyway, and we can't help it. (also kinda wish at this point that i had the other keyboard to type the accent in over cliche..just cos now i know i can and i know HOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed for me. everyone else has gone, i follow the trend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3720551829532594804?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3720551829532594804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-one-thing-i-did-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3720551829532594804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3720551829532594804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-one-thing-i-did-wrong.html' title='only one thing i did wrong'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8290162955835816295</id><published>2009-08-25T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:22:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when you speak</title><content type='html'>Been SUCH a hectic couple of weeks and i finally get some respite. Like honestly can't think of too much that i have to get done anytime too soon besides that job that pays close to nothing, but that's all right. doesn't really take too much time, so i get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the presentation for Lifespan today and after a week or so of freaking out over the handout and panicking over what i should or shouldn't put into it, plus finding studies that started off so promisingly before they started contradicting themselves in the article, it went all right. It was "delightful" in fact. And Scott's right, we didn't do anything extraordinary, except perhaps present some arguments and alternatives which apparently displayed critical thinking. I don't know if the other two were intentionally making it that way, but i certainly wasn't. I was just trying to get by, so if i can be unconciously critical in my thinking, then so be it. I'm not gonna complain :) And in all honesty, just glad it's done with. The prospect of having to answer to Hugh's been horrible and daunting and i think we got off quite easy today, for some reason. Again, not gonna find me complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to resting up a bit tonight :) maybe i'll actually sleep normal hours, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i honestly live with some adorable people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8290162955835816295?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8290162955835816295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-when-you-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8290162955835816295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8290162955835816295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-when-you-speak.html' title='and when you speak'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2790698799456256972</id><published>2009-08-20T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:41:24.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on your back</title><content type='html'>i like how it seems like sometimes people care. just sometimes. just maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i didn't get enough rest :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2790698799456256972?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2790698799456256972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-like-how-it-seems-like-sometimes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2790698799456256972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2790698799456256972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-like-how-it-seems-like-sometimes-you.html' title='i&apos;m on your back'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1995783565615059978</id><published>2009-08-17T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:11:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i thought you looked just fine to me</title><content type='html'>watching two and a half men :S nothing else is on and the internet in my room's failing me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, not too bad a way to start a monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1995783565615059978?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2522373688788263767</id><published>2009-08-15T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:06:24.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so take this wine and drink with me.</title><content type='html'>my tongue is super tingly from a combination of old cheese, pineapple, smoked meats and pickles. Yes, i'm complaining slightly, but only slightly cos i reckon that it's pretty much worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a busy-ish couple of weeks but i've handed up all the necessary assignments so hey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raspberry shortcakes are a tad sweet and they're yummers, but no comparison for those jam cookies we get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you monday. kinda excited X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2522373688788263767?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2522373688788263767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-take-this-wine-and-drink-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2522373688788263767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2522373688788263767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-take-this-wine-and-drink-with-me.html' title='so take this wine and drink with me.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5447509622482301407</id><published>2009-07-31T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:07:36.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity release me</title><content type='html'>Surely i can't be the only one who's done that horrible thing of saying something that they regret voicing out the instant they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just that but stew over it for ages and ages and ages and yoinks in remorse even after the other person/people have forgotten or moved on, or the comment didn't even make such a big impact in the first place. And no, for some reason, the gravity of the comment or whatnot doesn't ease over time. To you, it's something that seems just as disastrous when you think about it in 37 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely ever experience that sensation of relief that people talk about feeling after sharing or speaking up. It's not a matter of a lack of trust. I have complete faith that my family and friends would keep things to themselves if i needed them to. So that's not the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it is is that once you put something out there, how do you get it back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5447509622482301407?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5447509622482301407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/07/gravity-release-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5447509622482301407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5447509622482301407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/07/gravity-release-me.html' title='gravity release me'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5872139447849326913</id><published>2009-07-15T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:29:47.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go smash out every light, your left foot in front of right.</title><content type='html'>Suddenly struck by envy at how everyone in Archieland can overreact and express themselves so very openly, be it about their general frustrations or disappointment at not having a date, people they are interested in seeing other people...yknow, the general themes covered in archie comics. But it really is excellent how they can do that and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) not be judged&lt;br /&gt;b) be completely relieved of whatever anguish they were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5872139447849326913?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5872139447849326913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-go-smash-out-every-light-your-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5872139447849326913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5872139447849326913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-go-smash-out-every-light-your-left.html' title='Let&apos;s go smash out every light, your left foot in front of right.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3562525670022111778</id><published>2009-07-09T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:33:37.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's bitter baby and it's very sweet</title><content type='html'>some days were not made for interaction. Yesterday and today are those some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more of them. whopee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3562525670022111778?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3562525670022111778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/07/climb-onto-your-seahorse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3562525670022111778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3562525670022111778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/07/climb-onto-your-seahorse.html' title='It&apos;s bitter baby and it&apos;s very sweet'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5823502833053726908</id><published>2009-06-26T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:57:11.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to hold me</title><content type='html'>A (mini)list of why it's good to be back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family + Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Beagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Own Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't feel the need to wear slippers in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't need a filter in a jug to dispense water that doesn't taste funny. Water is just naturally yummier back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5823502833053726908?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5823502833053726908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-hold-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5823502833053726908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5823502833053726908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-hold-me.html' title='to hold me'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8545378179678211735</id><published>2009-06-25T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:10:56.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't coerce you into this one.</title><content type='html'>twitter's basically negated any need or desire for me to blog sometimes....just because it's so much easier. With a blog, i feel the obligation to have to type out long paragraphs to make it look decent. Or at least several paragraphs, long or otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any case, I don't believe I am that deep a person. I don't contain many thoughts that are worth sharing, nor any opinions anyone would want/need to hear. And any that ARE worth it, shouldn't be shared. Not because they would offend. Heavens no. Who would i offend? I'm such a sweeeeeet sweet person, i could never offend anyone X) (untrue, but let's keep going shall we?)But (small)digression aside, no, i won't share anything worth sharing just cos it's so personal. Simple as that. And i MAY have become more of a look-for-someone-to-whine-to-and-then-go-on-and-on-about-the-same-subject-forever over the past year, but i think i was happier keeping all this rubbish to myself. And i think everyone else was happier too :) Vulnerability is not something i enjoy. The rhyme between vulnerable and miserable is a happy coincidence, but a telling one for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yea, to get back to it, twitter allows me to be shallow. I can type nonsensical wittering and it doesn't judge me. In fact, i HAVE to be short and simple, what with the 140 characters limit. I am NOT promoting twitter, per se, nor am i saying that i'm killing my blog....as much as i can kill a blog anyway. I am just saying that i wish i didn't feel so guilty about typing up short and pointless updates on my blog. And twitter allows me to be guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, it's nice to be back. Haven't been as tied down as one might have thought. Or as i may have thought i'd be. But that's not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missed sensation of sweating is no longer really missed but the novelty has yet to wear thin. It's just good to be home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i get back to Occ Science then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. without twitter, how will i be able to post comments or replies to stephen fry?? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8545378179678211735?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8545378179678211735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-coerce-you-into-this-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8545378179678211735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8545378179678211735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-coerce-you-into-this-one.html' title='i can&apos;t coerce you into this one.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8194408149658482138</id><published>2009-06-20T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:33:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not too sure where we've been</title><content type='html'>Anatomy exams done ;)&lt;br /&gt;Eo assignment done&lt;br /&gt;Occ science done...well one is. Have one more to go, but that's cool cos I'm sitting at the Adelaide airport now just waiting for my flight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you people soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8194408149658482138?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8194408149658482138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-not-too-sure-where-weve-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8194408149658482138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8194408149658482138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-not-too-sure-where-weve-been.html' title='We&apos;re not too sure where we&apos;ve been'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-7012326646999913544</id><published>2009-06-12T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:23:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only he could convince his legs across the floor</title><content type='html'>two assignments down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more to go. one viva. one exam. bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know everyone's typing up bout their exams, decided to join in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day basically doing referencing and anatomy. i can help you identify certain bones in your body now, bow to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-7012326646999913544?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/7012326646999913544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only-he-could-convince-his-legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7012326646999913544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7012326646999913544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only-he-could-convince-his-legs.html' title='if only he could convince his legs across the floor'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-108749062951499215</id><published>2009-06-06T18:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:07:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you see how, in a moment, i forget how to be all you wanted</title><content type='html'>With all the work and exams coming up, my trips to the city have been becoming less and less frequent, ie. more staying at home, no more pointless trips around just to hunt down lil shopping spots. And that's got me thinking, for some reason, of THOSE music moments. You know the ones i'm talking about; the moments that for some reason you link to a moment in time, however unrelated they would be otherwise. Like listening to "Wild Horses" while buying a pack of chips on a dull monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much since i've been here, i've felt the absolute need for noise or sounds everywhere i go. If it's somewhere i can bring my laptop to play shows or music, i'll drag my laptop. Everywhere else, it's the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; by Jimmy Eat World will forever be associated with standing on a crowded bus home after a long day at uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling Out of Reach&lt;/span&gt; instead is gonna be getting onto the early bus on a cold morning and going on the o-bahn from ttp to paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sparks&lt;/span&gt; is the image of the back Guy Berryman sitting on the BDO stage and playing the bass, as well as a morning bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Adams' version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of one of those countless times the aircon broke down in atrium 1 (cmon Ausmatians. what's our favourite thing about atrium 1? :)) and we were standing outside the room on a gloomy friday waiting for it to be fixed so we could start Physics.(Mr Pathma! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of lying in bed late at night after Ausmat ended last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Only Live Once&lt;/span&gt;=Dancing in the car in the Sunway carpark after ending college early in the day before driving off to the club to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milkshake&lt;/span&gt; by Kelis reminds me of kammie leaning over and telling me his milkshake will bring all the boys to the yard and that they're better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a Kind of Hush&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Ain't Heavy (He's my Brother)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you Want to Know a Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Country Road&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silence is Golden&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me and You and a Dog named Boo&lt;/span&gt; and all the songs from that one Beatles CD reminds me of trips to Ipoh and Penang and my parents singing along and telling my sister and i who sang what when we were kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Champagne Supernova&lt;/span&gt; obviously makes me think of graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i'm talking about. Those (mostly)horribly insignificant moments in life that only you can make significant. or rather that you have made significant for whatever reason of your own. any to share anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's directed at...what, the 2 or so of you who read this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-108749062951499215?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/108749062951499215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-see-how-in-moment-i-forget-how-to.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/108749062951499215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/108749062951499215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-see-how-in-moment-i-forget-how-to.html' title='you see how, in a moment, i forget how to be all you wanted'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5345160168476596547</id><published>2009-06-01T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:03:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ask me how full or empty is your glass.</title><content type='html'>Been in a somewhat good mood for someone who hasn't been getting much sleep and who's been surrounded by all the weird little folk that this state has to offer. And as i'm really sleepy, i'm not actually gonna type much. What's the point of making you read my sleepy meanderings anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th June- CE assignment 3&lt;br /&gt;15th June- Human Anatomy Viva&lt;br /&gt;16th June- EO Case Study&lt;br /&gt;26th June- Interview for Occ Science&lt;br /&gt;20th June- Human Anatomy Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'll be home :) can't wait. it's so great to know someone else besides me is counting the number of days before i get home. Even if it's my mother who's doing it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5345160168476596547?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5345160168476596547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-ask-me-how-full-or-empty-is-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5345160168476596547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5345160168476596547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-ask-me-how-full-or-empty-is-your.html' title='don&apos;t ask me how full or empty is your glass.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4640454424112476616</id><published>2009-05-22T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:42:19.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want and deserve</title><content type='html'>Dinner table conversations inculde nuggets of wisdom from Uncle Bob, Aunty Margaret, Unle Fee Fee and Andrew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life. The STD with a 100% mortality rate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You start dying the minute you're born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You start aging the minute you're born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy these people bring to the dinner table. Lovely people all of them. really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid phone. stupid stupid phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks, sweet lil old lady at the Luke's who gave me that button :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4640454424112476616?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4640454424112476616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-table-conversations-inculde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4640454424112476616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4640454424112476616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-table-conversations-inculde.html' title='all i want and deserve'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8667642351203619359</id><published>2009-05-18T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:03:12.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime story. morning glory.</title><content type='html'>weird men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird men who chat girls up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird men who chat girls up by first getting their attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird men who chat girls up by first getting their attention by thworing 5 cent coins at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird men who chat girls up by first getting their attention by throwing 5 cent coins at them and then introducing themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird men who chat girls up by first getting their attention by throwing 5 cent coins at them and then introduing themselves and asking to be friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird men who chat girls up by first getting their attention by throwing 5 cent coins at them and then introduing themselves and asking to be friends and insisting on getting her number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird men who chat girls up by first getting their attention by throwing 5 cent coins at them and then introduing themselves and asking to be friends and insisting on getting her number eventhough she has lied about her single status (question: "do you have a boyfriend?" correct answer:"yes". honest answer "no")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl walks off somewhat apologetically. Girl goes into store. Gets completely ignored by shop attendant who's only interested in providing service to another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all kept in our place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8667642351203619359?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8667642351203619359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothings-too-tragic-when-it-comes-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8667642351203619359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8667642351203619359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothings-too-tragic-when-it-comes-to.html' title='bedtime story. morning glory.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3888435054278996484</id><published>2009-05-17T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:20:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and to all boys; aim. for everything you do in life. aim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3888435054278996484?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3888435054278996484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-boys-aim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3888435054278996484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3888435054278996484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-boys-aim.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1306278842508650580</id><published>2009-05-17T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:13:00.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way you tease</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged for the simple reason that i've been too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me start by saying "WOOHOOOOOOOO! Manchester United, champions again!!" Cmon :):) give it up, what WHAT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, things are pretty much going on as ever. Suppose I've been spending more time in uni than before, seeing as i don't rush home in between classes to fill up time. Instead, i sit in the library/any random food court and talk. Nothing too wrong with that. And today was an insanely fun day in the Lee family household with Shaunnie getting burned repeatedly by his parents, of all people, not me :) And the one of the stories with the best imagery ever told, involving a a lil boy flying a kite, running backwards, smacking into a goalpost, on the ground hurt. Mom goes to check on the boy, father more intent on screaming at and kicking the goalpost for injuring his beloved lil boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will people stop airing their opinion if it's just about how women "consistently allow themselves to be portrayed and used as nothing more than sex objects" and use this as justification or an excuse for their hijinks. Yes, i get what they mean, but cmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball next Tuesday :) yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1306278842508650580?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1306278842508650580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-you-tease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1306278842508650580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1306278842508650580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-you-tease.html' title='the way you tease'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2056256069279107111</id><published>2009-05-08T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:29:43.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sat here like a lemon.</title><content type='html'>and i haven't eaten all day, save for a pear that i HAD to eat cos i poked through it with my powderful nail, and a bit of a cornflake cookie that looks more like a dry, crunchy cornflake bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bak kut teh tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i have good internal hip rotation. go butt muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i touch your ischial tuberocities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2056256069279107111?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2056256069279107111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sat-here-like-lemon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2056256069279107111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2056256069279107111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sat-here-like-lemon.html' title='i&apos;m sat here like a lemon.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-6836711277190285077</id><published>2009-05-08T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:25:46.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. fridays=salvos/warehouse/op shop hopping. come one, come all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-6836711277190285077?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/6836711277190285077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6836711277190285077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6836711277190285077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4280933600413332595</id><published>2009-05-08T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:28:55.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the morning, you know we won't remember a thing.</title><content type='html'>the week started all right. got a little odd, then horrible, but starting to look up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a place to potentially play netball- Turramurra Rec Centre. it's a 40 minutes walk away though so i think i'll take the bus first and check it out. I really can't wait to start netballing again. I need exercise and running by myself doesn't give me enough. And running in a group's intimidating. Now i need to find a group of mediocre (bordering on lousy) runners to go with. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate online learning. The wetpaint thing (why do we call it wiki??) is not too bad except for the fact that the formatting is weird and everyone over-writes everyone else's work when we update/edit the page at the same time. But when you're working with this bunch of people, it's all good. I DO really like my tute group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, broke the guy, the one who wouldn't speak OR meet my eyeline. How different he looks when he actually smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tani(chka ;)), shobs, youngling, mike(like he reads this); thanks so very, very, very much. you have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4280933600413332595?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4280933600413332595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-morning-you-know-we-wont-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4280933600413332595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4280933600413332595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-morning-you-know-we-wont-remember.html' title='in the morning, you know we won&apos;t remember a thing.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1250900777926362282</id><published>2009-05-05T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:16:07.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stand me up, don't let me down</title><content type='html'>at this very moment, i am suffering happily through an overdose of mustard. hot. english. mustard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a pretty rough week, not quite sure why. Suppose it's got something to do with the getting used to having to sleep a lil earlier and waking up on time again. Plus, the fact that the sun rises and sets so much earlier now is kinda screwing with me; i always think it's later than it is when i wake up and when i get home. I really don't like the ensuing panic. Weather's been pretty good, though i was accused of being mad by my dear uncle when i claimed that i felt cold in a room that was at 18 degrees celsius, which is, admittedly not very cold. But i wasn't the only one who felt chilly. gah. oh well :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that very few websites offer any information about acute hospitals that's useful to me. jeeperrrs. it is annoying. The frustration is making me pop vitamin C pills and gummies...plus drinking gallons of tea that surely can't be too good for me. Or maybe it is. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1250900777926362282?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1250900777926362282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-stand-me-up-dont-let-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1250900777926362282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1250900777926362282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-stand-me-up-dont-let-me-down.html' title='Don&apos;t stand me up, don&apos;t let me down'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3685679592003524820</id><published>2009-04-28T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:53:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>or rather, Mando Diao &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; worth a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3685679592003524820?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3685679592003524820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/or-rather-mando-diao-are-worth-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3685679592003524820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3685679592003524820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/or-rather-mando-diao-are-worth-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5027029317107506495</id><published>2009-04-28T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:52:29.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never ever stop wondering</title><content type='html'>Is it just me that gets uneasy with people staring? Surely it's a normal thing, but it's been happening so much more recently, the staring. Not like i'm doing anything extraordinary, nor am i particularly good or bad looking, i think X) but in any case, yea, it actually got me thinking that perhaps these people aren't so much staring, but they happen to be the few people who still make eye contact with strangers. Not only that, but they don't quickly shift their glance and look away when you turn to look at them. And of course, I'm not saying that's a bad thing. Just rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a looker-awayer, which is a pity, cos if anything, i always reckoned that amongst the people that i know, i'm one of the ones that would be most willing to, say, give out free hugs to people i don't know. I try to smile at the people walking by, even if they look unfriendly cos hey, what hurt does it do? And i know how naive that sounds, but hey. And just as obvious as people who stare/make eye contact/engage in a smile, are those who are the opposite. I've yet to break down this one guy living on my floor who always just looks down and gives me the side-eye when he passes me. He seems fine with like Rudo and Putu and every other guy living on the floor. Now i sound naive AND paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the matter is; I've had too much sugar today and I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been doing some reading on anxiety and that stuff's intersting. Don't ask me about it though, i could make anything sound boring. Ask someone else who's read up on it. But it really does manifest itself in so many different ways in different people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians in Australia; it's getting cold, yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mando Diao is worth a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5027029317107506495?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5027029317107506495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-ever-stop-wondering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5027029317107506495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5027029317107506495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-ever-stop-wondering.html' title='i never ever stop wondering'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-6260571348094458689</id><published>2009-04-23T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:50:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whose sissy ass knife can't cut through an orange?? WHOSE???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-6260571348094458689?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/6260571348094458689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/whose-sissy-ass-knife-cant-cut-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6260571348094458689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6260571348094458689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/whose-sissy-ass-knife-cant-cut-through.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5636739442792430345</id><published>2009-04-23T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:04:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must've been your bunny shake</title><content type='html'>You would think, wouldn't you, that when i say i've lost my voice i'm exaggerating? Well i'm not. Bleh. Spent many hours i will never get back, during which i could've been doing more interesting things, simply coughing and looking all froggy-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND another thing, who'd ever have thought i'd be the one worrying bout hair volume? I am the one who's masses of hair takes upwards of an hour to layer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Australia does to you, this weird and wonderful continent-country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5636739442792430345?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5636739442792430345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/mustve-been-your-bunny-shake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5636739442792430345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5636739442792430345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/mustve-been-your-bunny-shake.html' title='must&apos;ve been your bunny shake'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2125546052190381434</id><published>2009-04-21T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:13:19.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you realise, life's too short too waste, too quick to survive</title><content type='html'>Wearing my "sunway sports team" shirt, shorts, my hair's ited up and hairbanded back. [I can afford to do that cos my skin's going through a good period :)]It all feels so gooooood :) Tidying up my room as well so this post is, in reality, gonna take upwards of an hour for me to type out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just got back from a week in Melbourne. It was the funnest thing, what with meeting Ijie's and Nic's insane bunch of friends. Insane's always a good thing :) Seriously though, how amazing ARE these people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew off on Saturday morning, met up with the girls, then Shobs, VJ (hahaha, after a year of being in ausmat together, we are now aware of each others' existence) and Joyceee. I know if anything was going to convince Joyce to transfer to Melbourne, it would be Saturday, what with it feeling like we were basically back in AUSMAT and being so loud together-gether. STAY IN ADELAIDE WOMAN!! But really, it was great to get to meet up and i can't wait till there are more people in both Melbourne and Adelaide...not forgetting those in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Canberra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt; (ahem ahem) and we can make it all epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went out with the girls plus Li-Shen and Wen Ting to Brunswick St. which was pretty cool as well and who knew that we'd spend so much time just looking at things we were never going to buy. Or rather things i couldn't quite afford to buy. But the street had all these lil shops that sold pretty cool stuff, though now i've found a place in Adelaide that also sells those cutsy ice cream and cupcake lip balms. Plus, dinner was nic's inari. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realise i can't, or rather won't, keep listing out all the things i did from day to day cos hell, i can't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to see Arj Barker at the townhall. The tickets were cheaper than the ones in Adelaide, and not only because i went on tightass Tuesday, though i think that day was made for someone like me, honestly. But it was an excellent show and anyone in need of a pick me up should DEFINITELY go for it. Or perhaps any other comedy show, really. GOt some stuff signed (WOOT!) with my name (WOOOOOT!). Such a fan girl thing to say, but ahhhh, whatever. Went for Stomp as well. I don't think i need to say how amazing and fun it was, honestly ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent pretty much the whole of Friday out; from dim sum to pubbing. Twas a day of many many Tan Tarts, horrible jokes (why did the dog die? the toilet fell on it!) dirty lil secrets, creepy lil leprechaun men and a dude wearing heels. Not only wearing them, but walking and running. The things guys can do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i had a pretty tame Ssturday and dinner at the Korean-Chinese place with the chopsticks that had the instructions was so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tuk under thurnb and held firmly.&lt;br /&gt;2) Add second chocostick and hold it as you hold a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;3) Hold first chopstik in original position move the second one up and down Now you can pik up anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And yes, Melbourne people, Fredo's is really good :) Is that how you spell it? Fredo? Freddo? And i will also agree that CS Is a really nice place to live, Frank Tate is a super nice play to study and that Max Brenner and San Churros are yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, thanks so much Ijs for putting me up, Nic for Max Brenner, Shobs for San Churros (you insane woman!), the girls for being all nice, protective and stuff when there were weird leprechauns about, and everyone for the great great company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to Adelaide without having any rest the night before. Went on a 5-hour hike. Ugh. The view was at least pretty, plus tight jeans now fit beautifully ;) I highly recommend hikes up to fox creek, people...and then perhaps a walk to lobethal (which we didn't get to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have completely lost my voice now though. Tis hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2125546052190381434?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2125546052190381434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/wearing-my-sunway-sports-team-shirt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2125546052190381434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2125546052190381434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/wearing-my-sunway-sports-team-shirt.html' title='you realise, life&apos;s too short too waste, too quick to survive'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3795218299042626227</id><published>2009-04-11T06:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:15:15.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the summer ends</title><content type='html'>At the airport. My booky wook. Booky woo. Booky wo. Booky w. Booky. Book. Boo. Bo. B.  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3795218299042626227?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3795218299042626227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-summer-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3795218299042626227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3795218299042626227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-summer-ends.html' title='Before the summer ends'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-7825253693477947801</id><published>2009-04-05T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:18:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, beat the sense back into me</title><content type='html'>not that my life has ever been particularly riveting, but here's what i've been up to for the week;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) eating "creamy tasmanian butter" with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;2) learning to make woh tip, ham cheen peng and kap chung :) and curry puff. apparently my handiwork with the woh tip and curry puff's pretty good ;)&lt;br /&gt;3) assignments&lt;br /&gt;4) homework, ie. learning issues.&lt;br /&gt;5) revision&lt;br /&gt;6) watching 30 rock&lt;br /&gt;7) had mini ausmat reunion on wednesday + one mufy dude. Had long conversations with friends and famillllly back home. Made me miss home. and ausmat. :/&lt;br /&gt;8) subsequently, i miss home somewhat. pretty sure i'm heading back asap.&lt;br /&gt;9) hanging out with the family :)&lt;br /&gt;10) bought shoes :D:D cheap and good shoes.&lt;br /&gt;11) the trapezius, deltoid, synovial joints, syarthroses. visual-closure, proprioception, vestibular, spatial relations. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;12) booking arj barker tickets. front row baby :D&lt;br /&gt;13) looking forward to melbourne. finally people i don't have to try and make an impression on. not that my course-mates aren't nice :)&lt;br /&gt;14) celebrated the end of daylight savings in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-7825253693477947801?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/7825253693477947801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-beat-sense-back-into-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7825253693477947801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7825253693477947801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-beat-sense-back-into-me.html' title='so, beat the sense back into me'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-492343622175961784</id><published>2009-03-30T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:46:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if we've gotta burn out let's do it together. Let's all melt down together.</title><content type='html'>22.08&lt;br /&gt;The View - Tempation Dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.13&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow - Since You've Been Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.16&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Supermassive Blackhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.20&lt;br /&gt;Razorlight - Stumble and Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.23&lt;br /&gt;George Michael - Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.27&lt;br /&gt;Who Knows?(except friends and family of those who sang this version of) - Jalur Gemilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.31&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor - Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.35&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Shine(Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.38&lt;br /&gt;Tegan And Sara - Call it Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.40&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Let Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.46&lt;br /&gt;The Holloways - Diamonds and Pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.50&lt;br /&gt;The Virgins - Radio Christiane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.54&lt;br /&gt;The Verve - The Drugs Don't Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.59&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - The Long And Winding Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.03&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan - Most of the Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. you know what, too sleepy really to finish my work. Plus, my sieve-lie brain has just allowed me to forget all the examples i saw today. will do work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.08&lt;br /&gt;Travis - Somewhere Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's amazing to me that the quality of graffiti here isn't that much better than that in Malaysia. I mean the ones where it's a print ad or something and people write stuff on it. What they write here is just every bit as immature and annoying as what they write back home. It is, in essence, mostly the same thing, just perhaps in different languages. ("ohohoh, let's change the name Mick to Dick. And tell him to "try some vagina". People; what??) Honestly, i don't know why, but i get so irked when i see stuff like that, and it's not just cos i'm somewhat irritable right now. It's just really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.12&lt;br /&gt;The Who - Substitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i missed the Who. I'm prolly gonna miss Jason Mraz and Stomp as well. I'll take my time attending gigs and festivals and such...though i don't think i'll get the chance to see the Who again, but what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.16&lt;br /&gt;The Living End - Who's Gonna Save Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-492343622175961784?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/492343622175961784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-weve-gotta-burn-out-lets-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/492343622175961784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/492343622175961784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-weve-gotta-burn-out-lets-do-it.html' title='if we&apos;ve gotta burn out let&apos;s do it together. Let&apos;s all melt down together.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5864536529234904399</id><published>2009-03-28T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:05:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky</title><content type='html'>got a bit bored with the other template-thing. this prolly isn't gonna be for too long though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tentatively...*melb here i come!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5864536529234904399?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5864536529234904399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-conscience-in-gutter-our-dreams-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5864536529234904399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5864536529234904399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-conscience-in-gutter-our-dreams-up.html' title='our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1931203365532016525</id><published>2009-03-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:09:20.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're forgiven in a song</title><content type='html'>This really is a page for a bit of fluff isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1931203365532016525?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1931203365532016525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-forgiven-in-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1931203365532016525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1931203365532016525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-forgiven-in-song.html' title='you&apos;re forgiven in a song'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1856280816611186021</id><published>2009-03-25T19:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:07:55.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going all out. i'm thinking you're just as bad</title><content type='html'>For a lack of better things to post...and also because this is what i've been working on lately, here are MY results from several personality/intelligence tests;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keirsey Temperament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(228, 3, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artisan™ Portrait of the Composer (ISFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;More than the other Artisans, &lt;span style="color: rgb(228, 3, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Composers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are in tune with their senses, and so have a sure grasp of what belongs, and what doesn't belong, in all kinds of works of art. While the other Artisans are skilled with people, tools, and entertainment, Composers have an exceptional ability-seemingly inborn-to work with subtle differences in color, tone, texture, aroma, and flavor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although Composers often put long, lonely hours into their artistry, they are just as impulsive as the other Artisans. They do not wait to consider their moves; rather, they act in the here and now, with little or no planning or preparation. Composers are seized by the act of artistic composition, as if caught up in a whirlwind. The act is their master, not the reverse. Composers paint or sculpt, they dance or skate, they write melodies or make recipes-or whatever-simply because they must. They climb the mountain because it is there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ability to lose themselves in action accounts for the spectacular individual accomplishments of some Composers, and yet on their social side they show a kindness unmatched by all the other types. Composers are especially sensitive to the pain and suffering of others, and they sympathize freely with the sufferer. Some have a remarkable way with young children, almost as if there were a natural bond of sympathy and trust between them. A similar bond may be seen between some Composers and animals, even wild animals. Many Composers have an instinctive longing for the wilds, and nature seems to welcome them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Composers are just as plentiful as the other Artisans, say nine or ten per cent of the population, but in general they are very difficult to observe and thus greatly misunderstood. Very likely the difficulty comes from their tendency not to express themselves verbally, but through their works of art. Composers are usually not interested in developing ability in public speaking, or even in the art of conversation; they prefer to feel the pulse of life by touch, in the muscles, in the eyes, in the ears, on the tongue. Make no mistake, Composers are just as interested as other types in sharing their view of the world, and if they find a medium of non-verbal communication-some art form-then they will express their character quite eloquently. If not, they simply remain unknown, their quietness leaving their character all but invisible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=4&amp;amp;c=dylan"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt;, Jackie Kennedy Onassis, Cher, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Mel Brooks, Steven Spielberg, and Neil Simon are examples of a Composer Artisans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RoLI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/unilogo_txt.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 517px; height: 34px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;      &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td valign="top" width="1103"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflections on Learning Inventory (RoLI)™&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 453px; height: 679px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom" width="4" height="36"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="20" align="left" valign="top" width="516" height="36"&gt;       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="512"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td width="510"&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your Learning Inventory Responses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom" width="4" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;24.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/1.gif" border="1" width="17" height="361" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;22.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/2.gif" border="1" width="17" height="323" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;21.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/2.gif" border="1" width="17" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;21.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/2.gif" border="1" width="17" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;20.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/2.gif" border="1" width="17" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;19.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/2.gif" border="1" width="17" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;17.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/1.gif" border="1" width="17" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;17.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/3.gif" border="1" width="17" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;17.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/2.gif" border="1" width="17" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;16.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/3.gif" border="1" width="17" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;15.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/1.gif" border="1" width="17" height="190" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;14.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/1.gif" border="1" width="17" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;13.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/3.gif" border="1" width="17" height="152" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;12.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/1.gif" border="1" width="17" height="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;10.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/1.gif" border="1" width="17" height="95" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" valign="bottom" width="21" height="400"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6.0&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/3.gif" border="1" width="17" height="19" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom" width="4" height="95"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom" width="4" height="95"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom" width="4" height="95"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom" width="4" height="95"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4" height="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="20" width="430" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/greydot.gif" border="0" width="430" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="4" height="50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_19.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="21" height="50"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolisps.com/health/nicky_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kolb Seven Intelligences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combines experience and application. Looks for excitement and hidden possibilities. Likes to know what can be done with things. Learns by motivating and encouraging others. Own learning is by trial and error plus self-discovery. Enriches reality. Grasps information concretely and processes or transforms it actively. Is adaptable and enjoys change. Likes variety and excels in situations calling for flexibility. Tend to take risks, is at ease with people but can be thought of as&lt;br /&gt;pushy. Often reaches accurate conclusions in the absence of logical justification. Works best by acting and testing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have an aptitude for Linguistic, Music, Kinesthetic, Visual and Spatial&lt;br /&gt;Weak in Mathematics and Logical Reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get totally involved in something that interests you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work well with other people, ask for help, and talk through problems with others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy writing freely – as it comes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will try any new idea or technique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like taking risks generally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work quickly and get others involved and enthusiastic too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like variety and excitement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are not concerned with making a fool of yourself by asking questions or volunteering for  something new&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn by talking with other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skip read books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t plan work in advance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush into examination questions and essays without thinking them through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tend to neglect subjects you’re not interested in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not good at organising time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to do too many things at once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not good at working out priorities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave things until the last minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can be demanding of friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can’t be bothered with details&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t read through or check work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t reword notes or classify material&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a frog in my throat and been sneezing all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1856280816611186021?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1856280816611186021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-going-all-out-im-thinking-youre-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1856280816611186021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1856280816611186021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-going-all-out-im-thinking-youre-just.html' title='i&apos;m going all out. i&apos;m thinking you&apos;re just as bad'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4533093287503028761</id><published>2009-03-23T09:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:43:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you don't leave the world behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316193125797980834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/Scbsi1bw6xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IA-2kwCJWyU/s320/IMGP2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316196505714414818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/ScbsjjdH1OI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QtJklaYAFC8/s320/IMGP2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316192778230165154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/ScbpKlfn7qI/AAAAAAAAASU/WXJmgbE8Si0/s320/DSC03726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos from the beginning of the disciple-ship, ie Uncle Fee Fee and Ng Suk Meh teaching Irene and Chiao Yen to bake and make stuff :) Started this weekend with Choco Mousse and Apple Crumble. A barbeque dinner again on Saturday with couscous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picnic at the Botanical Garden on Mount Lofty plus apple picking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then apparently us being hardworking. Well, the other two were actually doing work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4533093287503028761?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4533093287503028761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-dont-leave-world-behind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4533093287503028761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4533093287503028761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-dont-leave-world-behind.html' title='if you don&apos;t leave the world behind'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/Scbpe0SP6qI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aNbJSDlgy9s/s72-c/IMGP2388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3863920294564526296</id><published>2009-03-22T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:30:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our last summer as independents, do you remember?</title><content type='html'>i have a 20 minute test tomorrow within an hour-long lecture for which i'm not prepared. The readings are pretty tedious, but not entirely uninteresting. I mean, it's interesting to dissect how the making-and-drinking of a cup of tea means so much to some and how different people attach different meanings to it. Where it starts to get confusing is when they say that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupational form precedes developmental structure, but developmental structure then has impact on future occupational form. PLUS, developmental structure is affected by the meaning of the occupational form and purpose is needed so that developmental structure can advance to produce quality occupational performance. This Occupational Performance then impacts subsequent occupational forms and it, along with purpose, then adapts to best suit the developmental structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me paraphrasing, but still, that's the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occ Science remains the one subject i don't really get. Critical Enquiry's not a favourite subject as yet, but that's only cos it requires me being a hundred percent honest with myself and i can't handle the truth :) Enabling Occupation's pretty good fun and the tutes are truly helpful and Human Anatomy's good, just remembering the names and locations of muscles is reeeally difficult for someone as lazy as me. BUUUUT, got to dissect a kangaroo's shoulder the other day which was pretty amazing :) The smell and all that didn't get to me. The only thing that made it somewhat disturbing was the fact that there was still some fur on the arm and that weirded me out everso slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, been having a ton of fun in the sun with the family, what with our picnics and apple-pickings and overeating. All a part of the Lee family experience ;) but really, it's nice knowing that though i have to behave properly and functionally everywhere else, i am still the baby of the family. i love it. It's also always good to know that when you're not feeling all together, there're people that close to you that make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos up tomorrow when i have acess to super fast internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3863920294564526296?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3863920294564526296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-last-summer-as-independents-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3863920294564526296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3863920294564526296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-last-summer-as-independents-do-you.html' title='our last summer as independents, do you remember?'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2758621536567981965</id><published>2009-03-18T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:52:33.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you said it was all for the best. of course you did.</title><content type='html'>Been a bit busy all of a sudden. a couple of assignments, a test next monday....stuff you'd expect as a student i suppose. But i felt like typing. So this window will be kept open for as long as i'm awake tonight, which i can assure you won't be very much longer. Not only am i inexplicably sleepy, but i CANNOT wake up later than Shaun. Irene's in town, so YAAAAAAAAAY! And Chiao Yen's getting here in the morning :) exciting stuff. With Irene skyping back to HK and me web-camming back to kl, we can get most of the family together :) [yes, Irene and Chiao Yen are cousins tooooo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desire- Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.55&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint Car- The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.02&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We Dug A Hole- Ok Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Keep it With Mine- Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.11&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Losing My Touch- The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.15&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking After You - The Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.19&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds and Pearls - The Holloways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.22&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby You Can Drive My Car - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.25&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael - Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Scenesters - The Cribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.32&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives You Hell - The All AMerican Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Close to Me - The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Of Us - Aimee Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Will Remember You - Sarah Mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Eluardian Instance - of Montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I Need - Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Follow The Leader - Matthew Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00.01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humpty Dumpty Love Song - Travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel in the Snow - Elliott Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. got to play with a nintendo Wii in class today...for educational purposes! No really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2758621536567981965?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2758621536567981965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-said-it-was-all-for-best-of-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2758621536567981965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2758621536567981965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-said-it-was-all-for-best-of-course.html' title='you said it was all for the best. of course you did.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3334194503163900955</id><published>2009-03-12T20:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:23:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't think it's not serious, when's it ever not?</title><content type='html'>just had a 20 minute conversation with my dad (after his rendition of the classic "aaaaaaaaaalllllllllll byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy myyyyyyyyyyyyyy seeeelllllllllllllllfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff" to which i responded suitably by yelling "NO! NOT THAT SONG STOPPIT"...and then get accused of not appreciating my dad's fine voice :)). didn't realise the time. made me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to be working but i've been really tired for the past 2 days or so...or rather i've just felt too blah to really work on things that won't be necessary till next week, though i know i should. that's not to say my course is boring. far from it-typical class work includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) climbing up the steps on Frome Rd and having people observe me do it.&lt;br /&gt;(b) climbing into a bathtub and having people watch me yet again. and then watching other       people do it.&lt;br /&gt;(c) sitting in hungry jacks eating ice cream a nice guy bought and observing the occupations around us and the frequencies at which they're carried out. yes, this is a class activity.&lt;br /&gt;(d) staring at bones.&lt;br /&gt;(e) flapping arms about (thus whacking people sitting next to you) or shrugging shoulders compulsively to figure out exactly what muscles are being put to use and "is that flexing or extending??"&lt;br /&gt;(f) doing a dance for people to watch, and getting THEM to do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;(g) brushing your teeth once as you normally would, then shutting your eyes and doing it again...for shits and giggles i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, having lecturers and tutors who are all occupational therapists is excellent cos they're used to having to guide and be patient and clear when explaining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before anyone asks again, an occupational therapist does not consult you on what job or career path to follow, i mean that's...entirely different. i guess it would help to say that the definition of an occupation in this case is the things that we do and participate in daily. could be anything from having a shower, to talking, writing, catching the bus, sitting, holding onto something, eating, tying shoe laces, walking, sleeping-literally anything we do to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;occupy &lt;/span&gt;ourselves. and silly as it may seem to be unable to do something like holding onto anything, there are people who can't and need therapy to enable them to do as such, which i know sounds kinda holier-than-thou at the mo, but it seems like a really satisfying and promising career, so we'll see how things go from here :) and yes, i'll prolly still be able to massage you people out there. and honestly, i'm not sick of answeing the question of "OT?? what's OT??" but i just thought i'd clear it up for whoever while my mind's still thinking effectively. and it's a program that's definitely something to think about if you wanna feel like you're helping improve someone's wellbeing without having to go through all the medical stuff. not too much of it anyway..not even half :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just some nuggets of...stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) don't go for a run without having drunk anything and then breathe in through your mouth. your throat will DIE. DIEEEEEEEEE. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) don't cut onions-red onions in particular-while sitting down. just makes it easier for the onion to spew it's juice into your eyes. unless you're wearing goggles, then nothing can hurt you :) absotively potent stuff, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) depending on how much of your nasal passages you wanna clear, how many senses you wanna wake up, or if you need help to tear, english mustard and onions in a salad's the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if anyone can think of a way i can sneak into Clipsal 500 not for the race, but just to watch the living end, drop me a line. hopefully going for the fringe this weekend....gonna hang around the city more in the hopes of bumping into Arj Barker. it's not a big city, my chances of  just increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin's gone to hell though. and it's been warm here for the past few days and the humidity's now up to 43%. i bring malaysia with me everywhere i go :) on the other hand- friday's high=32 degrees celsius. saturday's high=18 degrees celsius. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkJNPmZZQI/AAAAAAAAARI/mkdLibmRIY0/s1600-h/IMGP2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkJNPmZZQI/AAAAAAAAARI/mkdLibmRIY0/s320/IMGP2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312287358590739714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkD6FZsDFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ary4Umqhdqw/s1600-h/IMGP2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkD6FZsDFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ary4Umqhdqw/s320/IMGP2347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312281531877428306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkBg2kY6HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/X8p1nzpu_P4/s1600-h/IMGP2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkBg2kY6HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/X8p1nzpu_P4/s320/IMGP2351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312278899375794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkFptlD_JI/AAAAAAAAARA/MALdKW3GJGQ/s1600-h/IMGP2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkFptlD_JI/AAAAAAAAARA/MALdKW3GJGQ/s320/IMGP2352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312283449628032146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sam&lt;br /&gt;2) Ernie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) CocoChocCoffee Cupcakes Uncle Fee Fee made for Ng Suk Meh. In his words, they were "MMMM, exxxcceelllent" and they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) not an untypical dinner at the Lee family household. bread, potato salad, grapefruit salad (again, the salads were "perrrrfect" chef said so himself) there were more sausages-chebachichi? they were excellent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an off note; having vending machines downstairs is just evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3334194503163900955?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3334194503163900955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-think-its-not-serious-whens-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3334194503163900955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3334194503163900955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-think-its-not-serious-whens-it.html' title='don&apos;t think it&apos;s not serious, when&apos;s it ever not?'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbkJNPmZZQI/AAAAAAAAARI/mkdLibmRIY0/s72-c/IMGP2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4102490800708795996</id><published>2009-03-11T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:19:42.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's cause a scene</title><content type='html'>taking advantage of fast connection at uni to put these up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731817920510738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcP8hVKuxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VkfFkCpKVf8/s320/IMGP2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731822811765170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcP8zjVWbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/V0kTvHyqFds/s320/IMGP2335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731826250992210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcP9AXTylI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LizKeggIflE/s320/DSC02420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731830630846690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcP9QrjEOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Kdgj3PjC_po/s320/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731835696182274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcP9jjN9AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/r6Do8ZrBUSk/s320/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311732311208137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcQZO-GklI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W3U3L85jO9g/s320/DSC02444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311732323979804306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcQZ-jGvpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JYajHY0IhRs/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311732325158881746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcQaC8OCdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cwb3yxKNwxY/s320/IMGP2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733053209574386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SbcREbJB-_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/NAl9YTAWI8Y/s320/IMGP2343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first two from a day out with joyce ;) the next...3? are from barrossa and the last few are from kingsbrook which is such a pretty place..."like walking into tuscany" kononnya :) food's good too, if you're prepared to wait for the two poor women who prepare the food for the entire restaurant/cafe thing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4102490800708795996?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4102490800708795996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-cause-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4102490800708795996'/><link rel='self' 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home's just a word now</title><content type='html'>got my internet set up. woot :D unlimited access for just 50 bucks a month...and add that on top of my weekly rent, it's still cheaper than rental for most places in the city. plus, it means i can youtube my lonely nights away :) flight of the conchords! the office! and joyce, if you happen to read this, i only know that the company setting my connection up is called ACS, i'll get back to you when i know more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago it was a massively cold day-mostly cos it was rainy/drizzly the whole day and extremely windy, particularly on west beach where joyce and i spent most of our day with the wind blowing at our legs and me flashing tons of people unwillingly. needless to say, i got back home and changed into something less likely to flap in the wind before walking over to uncle fee's house for one of the simplest dinners yet, but one with fried prawns, supposedly to make me feel less homesick for fried foods or something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i AM having to get used to sharing a toilet with 30 other people and so far it's not TOO bad. i'm in and out pretty quickly anyhow, and so it's all about getting as clean as possible as quickly as possible and waiting till the cleaners get here. ok, it's not as bad as all that, but it IS a weird thing how some people will always miss the dustbin no matter how large it is. some of my floor mates are absolutely the friendliest people though, actually bothering to knock on my door, introduce themselves, and ask me to join them in the tv lounge. i need people like that, if not i could not so happily live here in silence. well, not really happily, but i'd get by in my lil anti-social bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday was a full day in uni-from 9 till 7. well more like 9 till 6.30 but whatever, by the time i got back and had dinner and everything it was 8 plus already and i was really wiped out. i tried to do my occupational science work, but ended up reading the wrong material and got too frustrated to do anything else, not to mention on my way to uni for my occupational science tute today i misplaced the book in which i had written all my answers. luckily for me, today's tute was mostly just a warm-up session. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ng suk meh's birthday but there wasn't a big celebration or anything. just had a nice chinese dinner at her place...it may seem odd that i stress that it was CHINESE, but you'd have to have dinner with uncle fee fee more to know why i do that. but she seemed to like the uneven and shortish scarf i made her over the past two days :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a side note, i just have to say that i'm suddenly feeling extremely overwhelmed by uni. everyone seems to know more than i do, which would be fine if it didn't mean that during discussions, they could just throw out random terms and phrases and have everyone other than me understand what they mean. i'm not too shy to ask, but i just don't really like having to cos it feels like i'm ruining the flow of the discussion. it's all so intimidating working with people so much older and with so much more experience and understanding. and language has yet to be an issue, though i think accent is. i understand them most of the time, but i do feel the need to speak slower. EO tute tomorrow. i've no idea what i'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a lil down. don't think it's just the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-7045767895187269063?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/7045767895187269063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-homes-just-word-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7045767895187269063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/7045767895187269063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-homes-just-word-now.html' title='so home&apos;s just a word now'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8832928863246766561</id><published>2009-03-01T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:22:26.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness. I just asked if it'll be cold at victor harbour. Uncle Fee said it'll be cool, "but you can tahan. Learn to tahan" followed by chuckling. oh no. What IS with this family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8832928863246766561?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8832928863246766561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8832928863246766561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8832928863246766561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3800144939270101438</id><published>2009-03-01T07:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:56:15.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many lives are living strange</title><content type='html'>Just unpacked and spent my first night alone in my new place. Wasn't so bad ;) on the other hand, unpacking-just like packing-is something I rather enjoy. I think it's just the sense of having everything tidy cos cmon, you people reading this know it won't last. No internet just yet so i'm mooching some off uncle fee fee and using my itouch. Walked over for breakfast, met uncle fee halfway and had ernie and Sam running over to greet me which is such an excellent way to start any Sunday morning. and it seems I'm still expected over for every meal besides lunch. Up to me to walk in as I like, it seems ;) the power of being able to get to make that decision's gonna get to my head, I know it. As long as they keep cooking for me and feed me things like brioche and jam, I'm staying. off to victor harbour soon. I DO miss you people. Used a towel from home last night. Smelt like Ma and pa's cupboard :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3800144939270101438?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3800144939270101438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-many-lives-are-living-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3800144939270101438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3800144939270101438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-many-lives-are-living-strange.html' title='How many lives are living strange'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8124065743688734008</id><published>2009-02-25T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:15:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm walking, i strut my stuff</title><content type='html'>i know, i know, i've been super slack in updating anything up here, but hell, i've been somewhat busy...and lazy, but mostly busy :) been getting uni stuff settled and going for a week of orientation and introductory lectures to all my courses and such, during which i found out that i am literally the ONLY international student doing OT this year, which is amazing. well, OT in itself is a pretty small program, but we'll be sharing courses with students from other programs as well, so it's all good. i had an enabling occupation workshop today for 4 hours and that wasn't fun. nuh uh. tomorrow's another 3 hours. gah. enabling occupation and critical thinking already seem somewhat tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the OTHER hand, human anatomy sounds amazingly fun. in the introduction itself, we watched a video of a german man slicing skin off a corpse and stick his fingers in all sorts of weird places to illustrate how muscles work while one assistant pompously helped to explain and a lady was drawing muscles onto a nude man in one corner. and we've been told explicitly to wear tank tops and shorts to practical classes so that we can observe and study or lab partner's body and they may do the same with ours. hah. hahah. hah. but no really, the class seems interesting enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also very proud to note that i've yet to get lost in the square-of-a-city that is adelaide and the small but confusing campus of UniSA. misplaced myself once or twice, but never lost :) and i do love the walking around, in no small measure thanks to the itouch that plays the best/funkiest walking music. the other day, walking out to the o-bahn, it played blister in the sun, that's not my name, stuck in the middle with you,  digital love, i believe in a thing called love, mint car...good stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got my place already :) it's not the most luxurious, but it's convenient, close to the Lees and it definitely serves its purpose. i will MAKE it luxurious. it's fine as is. i've been told that i'm still expected for dinner and breakfast whenever i want. i think uncle fee fee's just happy to have a reason to start buying cakes and sweeties back from his college again, and i've no objections. he buys, i eat. it's a good system. it works, and we're both very happy. i'm only happy to move out cos i know my aunt and uncle have been slightly antsy bout me sleeping for two weeks on a camping bed, and once uni starts, they're aware that i'd need space to do some work, and if i stayed here, that would mean that shaunnie and i would end up working in the same area, and ng suk meh's just said "then you guys wouldn't work, only talk", which is a worry that hasn't surfaced in ages-the worry that i won't get work done cos i'll be busy talking. how fun to have regressed, and i actually mean that. i feel very much like a lil kid again, possibly cos shaun treats me like i'm younger than him by more than 11 days. did that last sentence even make sense? i'm really sleepy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so to sum up; got my own place to stay, been going for orientation, met some new people, only international student, books way too thick and expensive, cold in the mornings and evenings but hot in the afternoon, lovely family...that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiencing slight bouts of homesickness. not really homesickness, but i do miss having more people around me that i know...and some of the food just cannot be recreated here. CANNOT. plus, i'm trying not to spend all the money that i've been given. i could, but i'm trying not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i highly recommend enoch for anyone who wants to get a really nice time and tour of the city and all its architecture. and joyce for anyone who needs more good company  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQS-t__hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ocBxiuCqKXI/s1600-h/IMGP2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQS-t__hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ocBxiuCqKXI/s320/IMGP2303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736022929800722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQStZYJaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/u_rHqzJPO98/s1600-h/IMGP2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQStZYJaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/u_rHqzJPO98/s320/IMGP2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736018279900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          my first koala (tani!!); may it be the first of many :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQSmk4tcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0dYa0QuvEOs/s1600-h/IMGP2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQSmk4tcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0dYa0QuvEOs/s320/IMGP2293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736016449123778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQSSGaw_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/fPd3lC8PexY/s1600-h/IMGP2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQSSGaw_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/fPd3lC8PexY/s320/IMGP2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736010952623090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQTO4KBbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CxDhRhRyvjY/s1600-h/IMGP2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQTO4KBbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CxDhRhRyvjY/s320/IMGP2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736027267368370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRuHsUNXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hl1HQUtnNbQ/s1600-h/IMGP2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRuHsUNXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hl1HQUtnNbQ/s320/IMGP2314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306737588706751858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRt3xNc8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/v_NzHMJ0Ucs/s1600-h/IMGP2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRt3xNc8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/v_NzHMJ0Ucs/s320/IMGP2312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306737584432313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRto4skPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5JoN89HBhCE/s1600-h/IMGP2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRto4skPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5JoN89HBhCE/s320/IMGP2310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306737580437180658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRuaXWxDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JxSyEnPi6kU/s1600-h/IMGP2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVRuaXWxDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JxSyEnPi6kU/s320/IMGP2329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306737593719112754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photos from morialta falls, botanical gardens on mount lofty and on the walk back from the o-bahn. how blue is that sky?? i think i'm forgetting something, but i'm too tired to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8124065743688734008?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8124065743688734008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-im-walking-i-strut-my-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8124065743688734008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8124065743688734008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-im-walking-i-strut-my-stuff.html' title='when i&apos;m walking, i strut my stuff'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVQS-t__hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ocBxiuCqKXI/s72-c/IMGP2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4406481737218879715</id><published>2009-02-18T21:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:24:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got my window opened wide</title><content type='html'>ahhh, malas to type much. typical of me really, but what the hey :)went for international student orientation yesterday, not much useful information really, but at least i got to meet some interesting people and i've not yet lost the touch for being able to talk to new people. got my number so if anyone wants it, just drop me a line here or on facebook, or heck, just sms my old number, that still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaunnie says i'm rubbing off on him and now he's speaking in a higher voice and saying "yay" more often and even the occasional "la". he still keeps trying to get me to say "shore" instead of "sure" and he insists that i'll speak just like he does if it's the last thing he does. he also said that he'd sort out my weird second sem timetable if it was the last thing he did, and that has yet to be fixed, though through no fault of his. the stupid schedule's definitely messed up, honest! YOU go give it a look and tell me if you can sort it out. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnywho, campus is pretty lovely though the library's not the best. BUT the state library's right next door so i'll just go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love living in Uncle Fee's house and they don't seem to mind me so much :) but having said that, i'd like to move out, just so that i don't feel like an extra burden on anyone here. but i'll make the most of it while i can. i doubt they're gonna allow themselves to keep babying me all throughout my four years here. but the food, going around, goofing, movies, everything's been super :)plus, the speed at which i clean dishes is making shaun look bad. and everyone's got it wrong; he's not bullying me, i'm doing the kacauing here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some photos; (none from Glenelg or Barossa or Port Adelaide....or much of the city even :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwUgpIyqVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/K0feWdbtruA/s1600-h/IMGP2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwV9KYe19I/AAAAAAAAALo/bC939tdgc88/s320/IMGP2226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304138601638844370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtIWOXcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d3D6n07jXwk/s1600-h/IMGP2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtIWOXcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d3D6n07jXwk/s320/IMGP2235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304139425726225858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtB88_5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/vbVVhMsoWIM/s1600-h/IMGP2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtB88_5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/vbVVhMsoWIM/s320/IMGP2236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304139424009617298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMj0NKUI/AAAAAAAAANg/eEPTRblqLB8/s1600-h/IMGP2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMj0NKUI/AAAAAAAAANg/eEPTRblqLB8/s320/IMGP2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142164698933570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMQX9rVI/AAAAAAAAANY/ewm_IQWRh3M/s1600-h/IMGP2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMQX9rVI/AAAAAAAAANY/ewm_IQWRh3M/s320/IMGP2263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142159480204626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMG9fYTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wfREdt4yF3c/s1600-h/IMGP2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMG9fYTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wfREdt4yF3c/s320/IMGP2269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142156953248050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZL2-sxmI/AAAAAAAAANI/JXTvUBQztyo/s1600-h/IMGP2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZL2-sxmI/AAAAAAAAANI/JXTvUBQztyo/s320/IMGP2268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142152663352930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZL80C1HI/AAAAAAAAANA/dFR5KhhvORM/s1600-h/IMGP2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZL80C1HI/AAAAAAAAANA/dFR5KhhvORM/s320/IMGP2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142154229273714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYBFOvynI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C0zjraTd7Z4/s1600-h/IMGP2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYBFOvynI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C0zjraTd7Z4/s320/IMGP2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140867998567026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYBI0KbjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eo8Ryxq0jqw/s1600-h/IMGP2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYBI0KbjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eo8Ryxq0jqw/s320/IMGP2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140868960808498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYBOYcJBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5xwmYQ-E1lc/s1600-h/IMGP2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYBOYcJBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5xwmYQ-E1lc/s320/IMGP2246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140870455141394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYA8AXwSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/exIIEZMGNDQ/s1600-h/IMGP2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYA8AXwSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/exIIEZMGNDQ/s320/IMGP2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140865522352418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYAxmHx6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RFoEF8yj_mc/s1600-h/IMGP2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwYAxmHx6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RFoEF8yj_mc/s320/IMGP2243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140862727899042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtsjhsSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/URTYVLPqYAI/s1600-h/IMGP2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtsjhsSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/URTYVLPqYAI/s320/IMGP2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304139435445694754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtV98fFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TxQvtzecLMc/s1600-h/IMGP2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwWtV98fFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TxQvtzecLMc/s320/IMGP2238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304139429382487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMj0NKUI/AAAAAAAAANg/eEPTRblqLB8/s1600-h/IMGP2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwZMj0NKUI/AAAAAAAAANg/eEPTRblqLB8/s320/IMGP2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142164698933570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout the similar photos and the yatch ones. just thought they looked nice. and they're all obviously in no particular order ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4406481737218879715?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4406481737218879715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-window-opened-wide.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4406481737218879715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4406481737218879715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-window-opened-wide.html' title='got my window opened wide'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SZwUgpIyqVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/K0feWdbtruA/s72-c/IMGP2201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8175776078238035568</id><published>2009-02-14T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:24:12.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I really want is for you to stay</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to crank out the laptop so still typing from the itouch...so this'll be shortish. Still really liking it here, but I'm starting to feel like an absolute burden to my family here. But it IS beautiful here-nice and breezy, good food and company, easy to get around...but I miss everyone at home and I hate the fact that I sleep now at what is only about 10.30 at home thanks to the odd time difference. Miss the family,      friends, beagle. But it's all good and so far, adelaide's not disappointed in terms of getting me away. Things aren't ideal and if things could be different anyhow, I'd take that over this. Haven't thought bout it much or in that way till today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8175776078238035568?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8175776078238035568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-really-want-is-for-you-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8175776078238035568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8175776078238035568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-really-want-is-for-you-to-stay.html' title='All I really want is for you to stay'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-903052813463459124</id><published>2009-02-10T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:19:36.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the cold cold night</title><content type='html'>Adelaide today ;) sitting in the house we used to play "scary in the dark" in, and it's ever the same. Believe it or not, still hasn't sunk in that I'm gonna be here studying. Despite reports to the contrary, it's been a pretty cold day. I'm liking it here, though I guess I always figured I would. I've got loverly family here anyway ;) missing home already. And I guess I shouldn't've done it. Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-903052813463459124?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/903052813463459124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-cold-cold-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/903052813463459124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/903052813463459124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-cold-cold-night.html' title='In the cold cold night'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-3803473156671180390</id><published>2009-02-08T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:14:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be the last time, I don't know</title><content type='html'>Last night in kl/pj for awhile. ;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-3803473156671180390?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/3803473156671180390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-will-be-last-time-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3803473156671180390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/3803473156671180390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-will-be-last-time-i-dont-know.html' title='This will be the last time, I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5370166954496936138</id><published>2009-02-08T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:29:08.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itouch baby'/><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>Typing in bed from an itouch. Still trying to figure everything out...fun ;) pretty tired. By most accounts, a fantastic day, in no small part thanks to the Chew/Chows and Lees. Thanks again for the itouch ;);)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5370166954496936138?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5370166954496936138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5370166954496936138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5370166954496936138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-955787280179655185</id><published>2009-02-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:02:11.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TANICHKA ACHAN! I know you read this sometimes so here goes nothing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET FACEBOOK :) i know rosie'll keep bugging you to do it anyhow, just thought i'd give it a go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-955787280179655185?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/955787280179655185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/955787280179655185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/955787280179655185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-wait.html' title='oh wait'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8862113779630481625</id><published>2009-02-06T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:04:40.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;as of right now, i've got...less than 3 days before i leave. i'm still not done packing. i've not spent nearly enough time with anyone and i'm not remotely ready to leave. the excitement that i had at the prospect of leaving is gone. i know i was warned of this happening, but heck, what else could i do to prepare for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the oddest sensation to hear people making plans for any day next week and then realizing that they are all carrying on with their lives as usual, but i won't be around for it. i don't care how self-centered that sounds :) it IS just really odd and i can't seem to put the right words in the right order to explain it. i know a hanful of people who can't wait to leave, or who would feel nothing but excitement to get away from the country, but i am definitely not one of them. and yes, i'm a stereotypical student leaving for a new country-i couldn't possible forget that with my sis patting me on the head and going "kay, everyone feels that way. you're just a stereotype!"- and for once, i've no problems being a stereotype, as long as it means i'm not the only numbnut who feels like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to think that my last few days will pretty much be filled with mood swings from all parties (ie my parents and i), but that's only customary. i'm excited to be starting studying again, but i just wish leaving wasn't such a difficult thing to do. this is perhaps that one time it's not easier to leave than be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my left ankle hurts inexplicably and my right foot's bruised from running and jumping on the foot-reflexology stones in the park. ( thanks des :)) so i'll be limping around in unusual clothes for the next few days. hope to see you all, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hope i'm doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i know this was a terribly whiny post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8862113779630481625?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8862113779630481625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-turn-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8862113779630481625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8862113779630481625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-turn-around.html' title='just turn around'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2372519958979988689</id><published>2009-02-01T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:02:46.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you couldn't figure me out, but you'd always wanna know what i was about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTION; Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post about 16 random things, habits or goals about you. At last, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names, and why you shose them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;1) I was born with an extra thumb on my left hand and i sometimes use that as an ice-breaker somewhat. No, I don't still have the thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;2) I've got some obssessive compulsive tendencies and i once wasted time in an exam during AUSMAT by touching one side of the paper, then touching the other side over and over again until i felt that i had ran my hand over the paper in an even manner. if i walk past a car, i have to count my steps and place my feet in relation to certain parts of the car that i'm walking past. just stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;3) when i like something, i use it repeatedly until i either wear it out or get sick of it, then i either take really good care of it or i never use it again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i treasure anything related to my family from every generation so very much. photos, jewellery, everything. particularly my paternal grandma, mainly because she was the only grandparent i knew and she was absolutely the loveliest person ever.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) my favourite manchester united player is giggsy :) but when the team do badly, ie lose a match, i avoid the backpages for the entire period until the bad form improves :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i hate/get insecure/worry when people reply texts or messages late.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i'm impatient and can be really rude (mostly under my breath), but i also have a very active guilty conscience and will try my ever best to make up for it in any way i can.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i apologise and thank people too much eventhough i keep telling people not to do the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i think i have the potential to be a pretty good leader, but i don't usually offer myself for the job because i don't want to be given the chance to let any sort of power go to my head, or to look like i am abusing authority. i have no problem handling the responsibility. so when i am a leader, i'm a pretty weak one.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) i need to talk slower, clearer and not over people so much. the last one is mostly attributed to the fact that i don't quite like awkward silences so i'm just eager to say something so that there aren't any. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) i don't like going to the doctor not cos of anything other than the fact that i like to believe that i'm strong enough to beat whatever virus it is through sheer will :) however, i will do my best to force whoever is around me who feels unwell enogh to visit the doc.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) i'd very much rather die earlier than everyone else i know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) i want to be a physiotherapist, but when i imagine my life in the future, it's still awfully ambiguous. everything about it is up for but i've never been the best planner in the world, but that's another story.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) generally, i get grumpy when i get sleepy or hungry. however, it also depends on my initial mood as i progress from being in a state of normality to becoming hungry or sleepy. if i'm in a good mood to begin with, then i won't be grumpy :) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) i pray for the same thing every night, just with some variations depending on the situations. i apparently believe in persistence when it comes to prayer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i wish i had more confidence so i wouldn't think the thoughts that, ironically, destroys self-esteem in all forms. i always think that people are making a joke at my expense when they compliment me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag whoever...i reckon izzie might do it, and hopefully so'll nic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and youngling, i know i prolly talked over you too much but sorry and thankoo so much for taking me out! i had a completely great time ;) i don't even mind so much the idea of leaving after talking to you, for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ps. the beef noodle store wasn't open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SYSZVxWMN6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/kSO55pUknzg/s1600-h/IMGP2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SYSZVxWMN6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/kSO55pUknzg/s320/IMGP2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297527660997261218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nyuk nyuk :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2372519958979988689?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2372519958979988689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-you-couldnt-figure-me-out-but.html#comment-form' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-4737786826265154883</id><published>2009-01-28T22:04:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:44:51.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laaaazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schmexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert downey jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee stomach capacity'/><title type='text'>said i would and i'll be leaving one day, before my heart starts to burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's now post cny and i really wanted to put photos up and everything but halfway, i got really lazy and started watching shaolin soccer and ironman along with my sister's running commentary and turning to me every 5 minutes to ask what's going to happen next. scratch that, she hasn't asked in awhile, though she DID ask if i was typing up that she was asking me what was gonna happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;but cny was fun and amazingly relaxed and everyone got to do things in their own time, although now i can't seem to stop eating. if my hands aren't occupied, i suddenly find myself reaching for the closest jar of cookies or keropok and i think we all know what happens next ;) but anywho, cny's really just an excuse to be decadent and we like it...and it's always great to have family around, of course ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;everyone's been asking me questions bout me leaving and hell, i'm still not ready to go. my sis has told me to stop waiting for the time when i'll be ready cos that'll never come and that's neither really comforting or not. i'm leaving, and that's that i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-4737786826265154883?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/4737786826265154883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/said-i-would-and-ill-be-leaving-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4737786826265154883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/4737786826265154883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/said-i-would-and-ill-be-leaving-one-day.html' title='said i would and i&apos;ll be leaving one day, before my heart starts to burn'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8494402828195565061</id><published>2009-01-24T18:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:27:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but you know i know and it's a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sorry raj; no gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been spending my time over the past few days stocking up on things that i may or may not need in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not about to argue with my parents over trivialities. if they wanna buy me stuff, go for it :) chances are that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get use out of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also in the midst of converting a shirt into a bag. i wasn't gonna wear the shirt anymore anyhow, plus my mom seems more than anxious that i remember basic needlework, what with her chopping holes into my dad's shirt the other day (to the faint sound of his protests while she cackled) just to show me how to mend the holes. so yes, people going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt;, i will gladly mend your clothes for you :) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, i reckoned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; need a utility bag over there, especially for groceries and such and it's given me something to do with my time at home. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; interested, the unfinished product looks something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SXrxdECu2eI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ss4pR3clLxk/s1600-h/IMGP1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SXrxdECu2eI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ss4pR3clLxk/s320/IMGP1974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294809793531140578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that's what it looks like lying on my cinema-carpet carpet. yes, my carpet's the same as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GSC&lt;/span&gt; in some dead mall somewhere in KL. it might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pheonix's&lt;/span&gt;. the bag's not great, i know, but it'll do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and am i the only one who's finding it harder and harder to get excited about leaving? about a month ago i couldn't wait, but now i really don't want to. it's not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid of being able to take care of myself or that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid of starting something new. suddenly everything seems more worth staying for. i guess it's just like that thing where you really want to cut your hair cos you just think it's getting our of shape or whatever and the day you go to the saloon, you decide that your hair actually looks fine as it is and you decide cutting it isn't necessary, but you do it anyway. i can't be the only one who does that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not afraid of being unable to take care of myself, but i am terrified of leaving. terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and now, doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; seems like an increasingly worse idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinner now with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; Mona. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really feeling the new year cheer or whatever, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very happy that they're down :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8494402828195565061?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8494402828195565061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-leave-me-waiting-here-let-me-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8494402828195565061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8494402828195565061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-leave-me-waiting-here-let-me-know.html' title='but you know i know and it&apos;s a dream.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SXrxdECu2eI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ss4pR3clLxk/s72-c/IMGP1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8989966635385741147</id><published>2009-01-22T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:05:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we lead such fragile lives, it's the best way we survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanted to write anything just so that i could remember how much fun i had yesterday, but i don't have the words. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just have to steal photos from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shobs&lt;/span&gt; to remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adnesh&lt;/span&gt; eyeing and eating more of others' food, not his own, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shra's&lt;/span&gt; convoluted sentence about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obama's&lt;/span&gt; inauguration that caused great and lengthy discussions with everyone coming up with different meanings (none of which were right), anil believing that buffalo wings were made from buffaloes, tongue-muscle building by tying cherry stems into knots, and taking photos with the continuous shooting mode. fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm gonna do it. it's prolly the wrong thing to do, and you're prolly gonna hate it. but i think out of everything, i deserve at least two things, and this is one of 'em. i really wanna do it, but i don't know how and the more i think about it, the less sure i am that i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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survive'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2857121452868449166</id><published>2009-01-20T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:25:55.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pokemon'/><title type='text'>solitare's the only game in town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;new day, new office. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;popsicle's office today. maybe i shouldn't be sitting behind the only computer in the room. people seem to assume that i'm the secretary and know where everything is, but wise and savvy as i seem, i barely know where anything is here. like i don't know where i could get you cold water when the dispenser isn't working. sorry Hisham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so yea, i'm just sitting here cos although my dad's room is full of papers, markers and pens-usually enough to keep me preoccupied-i don't know which papers he actually needs and i think i've wasted enough tissues by drawing on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went to IDP just now to pay my fees and i can only hope that i get my CoE half as soon as Youngling got his so everyone can stop worrying about me getting my visa done in time. to be honest, if i CAN'T get it done on time and have to fly off on a later date, i wouldn't mind. i prefer it even :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well this is really going nowhere, the phone is ringing and i'm contemplating either picking it up or going back to my game of spider solitare. i'm playing with a difficulty level of medium. hah. suck on that. ok, the phones have stopped, spider solitare it is :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ps. it's completely awesome how the top of the webpage, no matter what site i'm at, says "hacked by pokemon" like right now it says: "Blogger: bread and circuses-Hacked by pokemon". what?&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/2972869117216220065-2857121452868449166?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2857121452868449166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/solitares-only-game-in-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2857121452868449166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2857121452868449166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/solitares-only-game-in-town.html' title='solitare&apos;s the only game in town.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-5152725728291394455</id><published>2009-01-19T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:20:36.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='then it&apos;d be hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s the point of labels? if i DO have to put a lable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>how will i get home tonight? i haven't got no money.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;typing from momster's office. her laptop's really quite cool to use :) internet connection's a bit of a cow though, but i really can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got my hair cut, or as it says in the bill, restyled. really, i just wanted a trim but now there's more of it off than i expected. but it's hair, it'll grow again. getting an inch or so lopped off is really no skin off my nose-my hair's been way shorter than this before. plus, everyone in my family seems to have the utmost faith in Haroun's hair cuts and how they'll grow out, and in any case, having him cut your hair negates the need for a magazine or a book :). it was fun, plus he's let me walk out of the place with my hair not blown in that mushroomy way that other places love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished lunch with mom, Aunty Jen and Aunty Winnie and most of the conversation was in Hokkien and so understanding things took me that much longer, what with having to translate from hokkien to cantonese to english. At least when they talked about me, my mom would yell across at me, "DUMB! we're talking bout you!" at which point i'd just smile toothily with my eyes disappearing in a way that i hope comes across as somewhat polite and they'd repeat what they said in english. apparently i look smaller-sized than i actually am though my mom pointed out the lollypop-ness of the proportion of my head to my body that was more apparent when i was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the uninformed, i was apparently a stick-thin and long baby that reminded my mom of the malnourished kids of a poverty-stricken country. however, i did (and still do) have a terribly round face. my chubby cheeks were what once made me the perfect Dopey from Snow White and the 7 Dwarves in kindergarten. i kid you not :) chubby cheeks + all green outfit (complete with a oddball hat)=perfect Dopey. Didn't even have a single line to say, just stood around on stage and waved to my sis in the audience. No one will ever be a better Dopey. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i was just waiting for my mom to do some stuff in the office and now she's just about done and is telling me to hurry up. her voice is getting shriller so i guess i should go now ;) yay, home! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-5152725728291394455?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/5152725728291394455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-will-i-get-home-tonight-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5152725728291394455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/5152725728291394455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-will-i-get-home-tonight-i-havent.html' title='how will i get home tonight? i haven&apos;t got no money.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2877714785595855443</id><published>2009-01-13T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:07:28.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in the mood to obey, so lead me astray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just cos i was a bit bored and happened to check lana baby's blog (grr, lana, grr);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://orangesolace.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-all-game-of-back-and-forth.html"&gt;It's all a game of back and forth&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you. Italise the statements that you wish are true. Leave the Fibs alone. Then, stab 5 people to do the same test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I own lots of books&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have dated a close friends's ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I am happy at this moment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm obsessed with guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can work on a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I walk barefoot wherever i can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I went college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I like sausage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that i study with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to anyone who cares, i stab;&lt;br /&gt;nic&lt;br /&gt;ijie&lt;br /&gt;anyone from the chak force 5&lt;br /&gt;young&lt;br /&gt;shobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2877714785595855443?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2877714785595855443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-mood-to-obey-so-lead-me-astray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2877714785595855443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2877714785595855443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-mood-to-obey-so-lead-me-astray.html' title='i&apos;m in the mood to obey, so lead me astray'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-1909570899505953303</id><published>2009-01-12T22:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:11:39.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beagleton'/><title type='text'>even if it does, you just do it all again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, i am very excited to have received offer letters and to leave the country, but not for the reasons that everyone thinks. that everyone think? thinks? something's wrong with that sentence, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't hate the country. i don't hate the weather. i'm not in the least bit anxious to be away from my parents, my sister or any other member of my family. i'm a terribly awkward person and meeting new people is generally a process that i wish was over faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited because leaving the country gives me something to work towards, if that makes sense to anyone else reading this. anyone who knows me will know that i am a super procrastinator and, if given the chance, for example, i could wait up till the day before i'm supposed to leave before i start packing. of course, that's not gonna happen with my mom around, thankfully. but as i said, knowing that i'm leaving is just that extra bit of (for lack of a better word) motivation for me to meet up with the people important to me that i won't be seeing for awhile. much like how christmas is supposed to be the time to tell people how you feel, leaving seems to be a pretty good time to get things out as well. or i might end up not saying/doing anything at all, staying in character of being somewhat unable to sincerely express emotion, even when it's genuine. we'll see how things go ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly different note though, there're a ton of things that i'm so sure i'm gonna miss cos i've already kinda started. i thought it was appropriate to start the list off with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti2-1gZlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jg4ujDYevLo/s1600-h/IMGP0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti2-1gZlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jg4ujDYevLo/s320/IMGP0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430883996657234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti3UIq9MI/AAAAAAAAACY/7dNGCGx0igs/s1600-h/IMGP1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti3UIq9MI/AAAAAAAAACY/7dNGCGx0igs/s320/IMGP1180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430889714185410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti3Gpsb4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F-PsKj8RhtU/s1600-h/IMGP0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti3Gpsb4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F-PsKj8RhtU/s320/IMGP0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430886094598018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti3MBf2QI/AAAAAAAAACI/azchNFP98eU/s1600-h/05-08-07_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti3MBf2QI/AAAAAAAAACI/azchNFP98eU/s320/05-08-07_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430887536613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the beagle absolutely rules the house. she IS the cutest member. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;she's just about the smartest dumb dog or the dumbest smart dog ever...or she's putting on an act. i won't forget the time my dad and i couldn't find her and suspected she'd cabut-ed eventhough all our doors and gates were shut. after much confused searching, we found her standing behing the closed door of the upstairs bathroom. she's since made many ventures around the house, nudging things over/open, leaving an obvious trail of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently her face and the white-tip on her tail are too long, her ears are too big and there's no denying she doesn't have a prominent waist and basically, she'd never win in a dog show. but doesn't make a difference at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we put up with her immense stubborness, cow-likeness and new-found greed because there's almost nothing better than coming home to a beagle who looks happy to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-1909570899505953303?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/1909570899505953303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/even-if-it-does-you-just-do-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1909570899505953303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/1909570899505953303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/even-if-it-does-you-just-do-it-all.html' title='even if it does, you just do it all again'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SWti2-1gZlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jg4ujDYevLo/s72-c/IMGP0193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-6892648352106821231</id><published>2009-01-12T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:30:51.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester united. woot.'/><title type='text'>sing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;manchester united 3-0 chelsea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;one word; woot. who cares if the scoreline is unexpected, it's a good score ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youngling, i know you understand where i'm coming from, and i know you could be more eloquent than me in expressing the joy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-6892648352106821231?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/6892648352106821231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/sing-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6892648352106821231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/6892648352106821231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/sing-up.html' title='sing up.'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-2316614963079329276</id><published>2009-01-10T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the power runs out, we'll just hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAH. only the second day but already feeling a bit lazy to post anything. obviously, i'm well aware that i don't have to make this a daily thing but as it's new, i reckon i should at least show some enthusiasm for it ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it. my display of enthusiasm for the day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;oh and it strikes me that this may all just be too colourful, but i like the colours :) so ugly it may be, but i'm sticking with it for now ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-2316614963079329276?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/2316614963079329276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-power-runs-out-well-just-hum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2316614963079329276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/2316614963079329276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-power-runs-out-well-just-hum.html' title='when the power runs out, we&apos;ll just hum'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972869117216220065.post-8966440499513734378</id><published>2009-01-08T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:50:53.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave with me as i'm leaving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;guess i've been meaning to get a blog for sometime now...it was always just a matter of when. i reckoned that today would be a good day to start seeing as it's a milestone of sorts, what with finally receiving actual offer letters from universities, those elusive things that have had (as far as i know) my dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ausmatians fretting and such about where we'll be and what we'll be doing in the coming year. i now know i'll be away from here. but yay, university, here i come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. this spot will be where i..write stuff. i don't expect many (if any) to read and we'll just see how long i can keep this up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972869117216220065-8966440499513734378?l=tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/feeds/8966440499513734378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-with-me-as-im-leaving-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8966440499513734378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972869117216220065/posts/default/8966440499513734378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinyeyesofacrab.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-with-me-as-im-leaving-you.html' title='leave with me as i&apos;m leaving you'/><author><name>chui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848939903816249751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkXmyc1x_2Y/SaVEuX6k2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/EadUoDivZhk/S220/IMGP2261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
