<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340</id><updated>2024-03-09T08:09:01.691+11:00</updated><title type='text'>beneath the twinkling stars</title><subtitle type='html'>if only presh was reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>761</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113319125541410077</id><published>2005-11-29T02:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T02:32:48.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>moved to the new blog

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

update. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113319125541410077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113319125541410077?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113319125541410077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113319125541410077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113309983259227872</id><published>2005-11-28T00:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:57:12.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/67454341/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/31/67454341_a1d3efe5b9_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/67454341/&quot;&gt;Karaoke&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/&quot;&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t w o girls, f o u r hours of karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e i g h t cups of honey water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amount of time spent pee-ing?&lt;br /&gt;phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/67455218/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/34/67455218_14a0d117f6_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;Karaoke&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i pulled a hip muscle from all the singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*limp away*&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113309983259227872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113309983259227872?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113309983259227872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113309983259227872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-satisfied.html' title='Almost Satisfied'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113302469197986575</id><published>2005-11-27T03:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T04:09:09.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really</title><content type='html'>1. do not like madonna&#39;s new prancing-in-leotard image. it&#39;s fine if you&#39;re a cute little ballet dancer. it&#39;s thrashy when you&#39;re madonna. 

2. do not understand where my mum gets the stamina to play mahjong from 2pm till idontknowwhattime. it&#39;s 12.45am now and she ain&#39;t home.

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

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

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

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

7. got scared of marriage when i dreamt of it last night. i didn&#39;t think i&#39;d get scared of the whole idea of marital bliss but i.proved.myself.wrong. because i still shudder when i recall my dream. (it was interesting to know that my dream took on a certain MTV style where the groom&#39;s face was always sneakily hidden)

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

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

10. want to eat everything in the fridge but i know i should just go to bed instead.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113302469197986575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113302469197986575?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113302469197986575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113302469197986575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really.html' title='I Really'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113293654010121999</id><published>2005-11-26T03:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:58:02.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things don&#39;t change</title><content type='html'>so these were the pictures i dug out from the cabinet.

i&#39;ve been karaoke-ing since young

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

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

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


i&#39;ve liked my bolster since young (later termed baboo by a babysu. i made alot of noise when nobody could meet my &quot;i want my baboo&quot; demands because no one knew what the hell a baboo was)

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

and my doll doll 

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

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

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801704/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/32/66801704_25fe961ba4_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;Jiejie&#39;s Dolldoll&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66801837/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/29/66801837_72963af739_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;Jiejie&#39;s Dolldoll 2&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

speaking of sisters, have i mentioned she was a p o s e r? i was flicking through the albums and couldn&#39;t understand how a little girl could come up with some many poses. 

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




this is fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113293654010121999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113293654010121999?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113293654010121999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113293654010121999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-things-dont-change.html' title='Some things don&#39;t change'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113285632556313586</id><published>2005-11-25T05:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:22:22.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66471225/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/25/66471225_9d7ec97506_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/66471225/&quot;&gt;Sin!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/&quot;&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because nobody strangled me to death last night (read post below), i managed to spend some time tonight with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/oldbloom/&quot;&gt;sin&lt;/a&gt; and the other 2 lucky girls (erm girls doesn&#39;t seem appropriate suddenly ;)) heading off to bangkok tomorrow (RAHHH). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we managed to laugh about &lt;i&gt;food-dropping-on-clothes, weird-hand-actions, taste-of-water, walruses, bun&#39;s-goodol&#39;-cactus-story, sin&#39;s-scary-&lt;s&gt;questions&lt;/s&gt;threats, aching-laughing-shoulders, hurhurhurs&lt;/i&gt; over xiaolongbaos, cake and alotofwater proves that we&#39;re either stressed, bored or just plain sugar high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&#39;re missing out on a few who are either having exams or feeling homesick in a land-far-away-from-here. (faster come home please) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there dearie because your next 3 papers will be soon over and the other one should not stress over what to wear on friday night. i&#39;m sure they&#39;ll be just fine (they because you is we. hiakhiakhiak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need escape-from-singapore in 1 month. *tick tick tick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, i need to find another way to die because no one is willing to strangle me. i wish i could &lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/35/66419838_864430c401_m.jpg&quot;&gt;sink my fangs&lt;/a&gt; into my own neck.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;


(it doesn&#39;t help that technology is driving me up the wall while i try to fix the slideshow for jiejiewong&#39;s wedding. on the up side, mummy and i got to look through old photos and it was really fun. my jiejie is a poser and nothing much has changed on my side since young. let me scan some and you&#39;ll know what i mean. if i could just get that damned scanner to work............. urgh. i miss john)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113285632556313586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113285632556313586?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113285632556313586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113285632556313586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113276619972187701</id><published>2005-11-24T03:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T04:16:39.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding is Nigh</title><content type='html'>although she could have done something more exciting after her last paper than keep up with a marching sueewong, &lt;a href=&quot;http://dubdew.com&quot;&gt;w&lt;/a&gt; very kindly walked around bras basah with me to look for decorationstuff for &lt;a href=&quot;http://wongyenee.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;the sister&lt;/a&gt;. 

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

there&#39;s something positively wrong with the singapore air - i&#39;m sleepy/&lt;i&gt;nua&lt;/i&gt; all the time. or maybe it&#39;s because by 1.30am my mum would remind me that it&#39;s really late....and that..i...should...go.......to.........bed......... 
 









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


squeeze hard.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113276619972187701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113276619972187701?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113276619972187701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113276619972187701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/wedding-is-nigh.html' title='The Wedding is Nigh'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113267770386662565</id><published>2005-11-23T03:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T03:49:30.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/65888490/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/27/65888490_cf6133ba4c_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/65888490/&quot;&gt;Say Hello&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/&quot;&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to my ironing mum, the new laptop (yay!) and patrick the starfish (i&#39;ve been told i look like him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for patrick and the treat. dinner was great, let&#39;s do &lt;a href=&quot;http://food.asia1.com.sg/gdfd/res_20050905_002.shtml&quot;&gt;sun with moon&lt;/a&gt; again sometime. i need to try alot more things on the menu.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;


(yep, no oats tonight)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113267770386662565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113267770386662565?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113267770386662565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113267770386662565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/say-hello.html' title='Say Hello'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113258578506401140</id><published>2005-11-22T01:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:09:45.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I never thought I would say</title><content type='html'>1. i actually &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; beetroot+apple juice. my mum has been into juicing and im not complaining when she makes me a cup because im a sucker, a lazy sucker for that matter, for juice. celery does wonders too.

2. im sitting in my living room and im actually feeling....cold. i went for a test today and i officially have low blood pressure. not like i didnt know it before but i just didnt trust the figures when i was handling the machine myself - if you know what i mean. i think i shld do something about it because i&#39;ve been feeling cold in &lt;b&gt;singapore&lt;/b&gt;. sigh, thats just not humanly possible.(to think i mocked people who buy jackets in singapore)  
can you please make my heart race? :)

3. i had oats for dinner in singapore. ack. please don&#39;t smack me.




anyhoos i visited the tailor&#39;s today to change the design of my dress and i&#39;m pretty excited to get it on tuesday. although i think i&#39;m still very fat (and i think my mum and everyone else think so too), whothehellcares as long as my dress is pretty. sigh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113258578506401140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113258578506401140?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113258578506401140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113258578506401140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-i-never-thought-i-would-say.html' title='Things I never thought I would say'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113250270719478735</id><published>2005-11-21T02:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:05:07.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign and Familiar</title><content type='html'>i think i&#39;ve been kept away from &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; technology when i&#39;m in melbourne. 
like hello, dvd recorder? where did &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; come from. so we now have a dvd player in the living room that can record tv shows (!) and it has an option of storage within the player (!!) if you don&#39;t want to burn it into a dvd. the hard-disk within is 80gb. my my. 
im think im  going to become a couch potato - after all i&#39;ve got my hands on my sister&#39;s dachangjin. 

but technology aside, i think i&#39;ve been spoilt in melbourne with a big bedroom. i went to our new place today and my room&#39;s tiny. i like space. i am claustrophobic and i suspect i might hyperventilate in my own room. but it&#39;s for the same reason (space and not me hyperventilating) that my parents are moving. they need a place small enough, what with absent children and a dad who flies around so often. speaking of absent children, they&#39;ve even considered just putting a sofa bed in my new room and opening it up whenever im back. maybe they&#39;d have went ahead with it if i didn&#39;t remind them i get a backache too often to be sleeping on a sofa bed. i really dont know where they get such ideas from. *flail arms*

we bought a new laptop today and i&#39;m waiting patiently for the battery to charge up. i guess if i can be so patient with this stupid desktop, i can wait. i really can. and i&#39;m not exaggerating when i say that this computer is motherdodgy. lou would know - she&#39;s TRIED using it before. it takes tenthousand years (and probably abit more) for me to be able to reply a message on msn. it&#39;s almost a miracle that i can blog. oh and i really should have taken a picture of my mum&#39;s face when i showed her how john looked like. she almost wanted a 20inch mac herself. i miss john. 

i.need.to.sleep. because sleeping past noon is almost a sin in my mother&#39;s house, guess who STILL looks like a panda.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113250270719478735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113250270719478735?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113250270719478735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113250270719478735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/foreign-and-familiar.html' title='Foreign and Familiar'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113242134927088026</id><published>2005-11-20T04:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T04:29:09.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3400 miles away</title><content type='html'>i&#39;m glad i made it.

after a bad time at the tullamarine airport because the stupid computer system screwed up and the ground staff were getting agitated with us/me for what seems to be THEIR fault. i was about this |-| close to losing my temper when they gave me the wrong seat and were still so rude about everything. 
but because people were watching and i didn&#39;t want to be labelled as THAT-hypocritical-christian-girl, i think i&#39;ve exhausted all self-control (that could have lasted me a week) to stop myself from going beyond my first line of verbal abuse. sigh. i&#39;m actually quite proud of myself for that because i&#39;ve never been good with thinking-before-speaking when i&#39;m angry (sooorrry :()
 

i&#39;m beginning to think that murphy&#39;s stalking me all over again (then again, he probably never left me) i came back thinking i could pretend i&#39;m not moving in melbourne and just shove the thought out of my head while i&#39;m on holiday....just to find out i&#39;m moving in singapore as well. what.a.pain. oh and if you needed to know, there has been a change of plan and we&#39;re moving to the westcoast home instead of the eastcoast one because that remains rented out. looks like you westies have no chance of getting rid of me just yet.  

have i mentioned that i think im allergic to singapore. im starting to feel the symptoms (again) within 4 hours of contact with singapore air. i&#39;ve moved the air purifier from the living room to mine.  

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

sigh.
but it&#39;s still good to be home.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113242134927088026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113242134927088026?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113242134927088026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113242134927088026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/3400-miles-away.html' title='3400 miles away'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113237043527291723</id><published>2005-11-19T14:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:20:35.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>can someone tell me how to fix my new blog. i have no idea what wordpress.org is trying to say - so much for simple 5-step installation. i don&#39;t even know how to describe what i &lt;i&gt;dont know&lt;/i&gt;. 
aiyar. all i want to do is add my flickr badge to the new blog. *whimper*
please let me know if you can help me - i&#39;ll be eternally grateful. 



ok byebye i should go to the airport soon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113237043527291723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113237043527291723?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113237043527291723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113237043527291723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113232407327128611</id><published>2005-11-19T01:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T01:27:53.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So kiss me and smile for me</title><content type='html'>the presentation went alright and anything that sounds like assessment, exams and results shall be deemed vulgar. for now. 

i&#39;m &lt;i&gt;attempting&lt;/i&gt; to pack &lt;i&gt;for real&lt;/i&gt;. 

i don&#39;t think i deserve to sleep tonight. i&#39;ve booked the washing machine for the next 10 hours (sorry lou!) because i have 10 million clothes to wash. sigh.

i&#39;m panicking.

i have this gut feeling i&#39;ll have to spend xmas here thanks to my procrastination. 

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


&lt;i&gt;tell me that you&#39;ll&lt;/i&gt; wait&lt;i&gt; for me&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113232407327128611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113232407327128611?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113232407327128611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113232407327128611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-kiss-me-and-smile-for-me_19.html' title='So kiss me and smile for me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113231275324901013</id><published>2005-11-18T22:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:53:47.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why these girls are so important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64237650/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/28/64237650_02466254f7_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64237650/&quot;&gt;Girls in Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/&quot;&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64243386/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/64243386_962b061016_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Greedier than thou&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they feed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64244618/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/27/64244618_953df2d075_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Pose at the count of 3&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64245797/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/25/64245797_41c69a68d1_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Scary friends&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they do scare me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64249772/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/31/64249772_872bd7214b_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;Wield the chocolate bar!&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they also find me new ways to train my triceps. the new fourpointfive kilograms dumb bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64247984/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/27/64247984_f2890f8af3_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Closet Aunties&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because some of them are really just closet aunties like me (dig dig DIG into the pile i say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64248893/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/24/64248893_dea0b275ae_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;The bored ones&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s a good thing there are some patient ones to watch our bags while we try on clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64252206/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/64252206_9fea199072_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;56 girls&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64252957/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/24/64252957_732ed8c82d_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Froth me up :)&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there&#39;s no reason at all...sometimes you just really need them.. because it&#39;s never fun to have a beer alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most definitely, these girls are so important because they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/64246951/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/30/64246951_2581f361d8_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;My Girls&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girls.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113231275324901013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113231275324901013?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113231275324901013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113231275324901013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-these-girls-are-so-important.html' title='Why these girls are so important'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113225085696723112</id><published>2005-11-18T05:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T05:07:36.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>ditch the 12hour-sleep plan and go for the plan that allows you to sleep-through-breakfastlunchdinner-for-2-days. the &lt;b&gt;palefatpanda&lt;/b&gt; look is &lt;i&gt;so not in&lt;/i&gt;.

now, the sun has to just hold.it.right.there (nooo! don&#39;t rise now!) and you have to get.out.of.my.dreams.
oh thank God my presentation&#39;s at three and not nine. 

*climb into bed*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113225085696723112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113225085696723112?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113225085696723112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113225085696723112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113216674915062230</id><published>2005-11-17T05:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T05:47:48.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Push the Panic Button</title><content type='html'>something about being awake while the sky starts to brighten makes me panic. and because of summer, the sun is starting to rise extremely early and if not for daylight saving, we&#39;d see a bright sky by 4.30 in the morning. (and for once, i see the absolute need for daylight saving which has been otherwise accused for stealing an hour of my precious time)

i&#39;ve just finished the slides for real and have copied and pasted bits of my report as notes to each slide. i have a slight problem - i&#39;m presenting it in front of my supervisor tmr but i havent practiced it at all and i neeeeed to because i run the risk of making a fooool out of myself in front of people who probably know-my-stuff-better-than-i-do. doesn&#39;t help that it is now *gaspcoughchoke* 5.35am and my brain has been completely destroyed by a lousy motion picture otherwise known as The Forgotten. i really do-not-like alien shows. oh, i can see the greater powers sucking me up into the milky way right now for the blasphemy. 

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




push the big fat bright red panic button.

close your eyes. breathe.



then &lt;b&gt;scream&lt;/b&gt; in horror.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113216674915062230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113216674915062230?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113216674915062230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113216674915062230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/push-panic-button.html' title='Push the Panic Button'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113211646222780726</id><published>2005-11-16T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:30:39.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Years</title><content type='html'>because sat&#39;s almost here and sat marks the youknowwhat (eep i dont even want to say it) of our lives together here

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



&lt;b&gt;2002&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;i&gt;trinity year, in taylor&#39;s hostel&lt;/i&gt;
many pictures were still on film back then (hurhur) and
please don&#39;t comment on how we all looked.  

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63779040/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/63779040_2847e8659c_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;17th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63782353/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/63782353_c2be4ab087_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;jon&#39;s 17th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
17th bdays of su (i cant believe they gave me a bubbles) and jon. 



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

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

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63779203/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/27/63779203_fbf89e6d19_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;with max&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63777199/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/63777199_2a7ef532ea_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;caught in the act&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
alpha days (when onceuponatime louise stayed in a different house from su - yes you are looking at lou&#39;s rightful home here. i say &lt;i&gt;rightful&lt;/i&gt; because she never really lived in it much - the yellow couch you see in the picture below later became her bed in my house. hey she probably got the best bed. that was one lovely couch), pewtereyeliner days (along with bridge days, suburbanmalaysianfood days, lawlibrarydays and justplainplayful days)

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63780635/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/63780635_64311c3bee_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;cell &#39;03&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63777025/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/63777025_287eb97bda_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Girls in Black&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
boba days, vivien&#39;s cs apartment days 

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778621/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/24/63778621_eb00276bf2_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;18th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778541/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/24/63778541_f0d151894f_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;18th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778869/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/34/63778869_5e396c7c99_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;18th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
su&#39;s 18th bday (yes that yellow couch you see right there. and if you&#39;re observant enough, you&#39;d realise that the red cap lou&#39;s wearing looks suspiciously like chad&#39;s red cap. she &lt;s&gt;nicked&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;borrowed&lt;/i&gt; it :) oh and danny&#39;s cap had a earring on it - how bizarre) 



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

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776337/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/24/63776337_5adfbe897a_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;yc&#39;s farewell&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63786824/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/63786824_ae7f76e54b_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;rowing&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
yc&#39;s farewell (yc&#39;s now MARRIED) and rowing in summer (in a bid to get slightly darker - didn&#39;t really work huh)

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

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776619/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/29/63776619_04108845d0_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;easter camp &#39;04&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63783498/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/63783498_7d99315d77_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Easter Camp &#39;04&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
easter camp

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778448/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/31/63778448_de8c470e8f_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;SpringFling&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778771/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/30/63778771_b781b017d0_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;19th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
springfling (possibly the worst bakuteh throwup) and su&#39;s 19th bday



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

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

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63776240/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/31/63776240_17c97ed1a0_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;evee&#39;s farewell&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63781069/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/31/63781069_3658983f7f_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;coffee and cake&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63778100/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/63778100_e03d05bfcc_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Mid Autumn &#39;05&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63782041/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/35/63782041_6b2bc79c23_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;Acid in mornington&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
evee left us, random hangout shots (and the 3 original biomed girls in &lt;i&gt;third&lt;/i&gt; year. we&#39;re the ones that occupy a whole row in lecture because nobody would sit with us. if we go for lectures, that is) and acid in mornington (the &lt;b&gt;donna&lt;/b&gt; disaster)

&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63775292/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/30/63775292_cb1b894e34_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;20th bday&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/53220814/&quot; title=&quot;Photo Sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/29/53220814_9382a7e43b_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;err it&#39;s Tea&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
su&#39;s 20th bday 





woo. that was helluva ride.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113211646222780726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113211646222780726?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113211646222780726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113211646222780726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/over-years.html' title='Over the Years'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113207213018919603</id><published>2005-11-16T03:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T03:28:50.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63596908/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/30/63596908_5656efd15f_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suee/63596908/&quot;&gt;Sneaky&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/suee/&quot;&gt;*su&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i found an old pic of us doing our dear friend a favour by taking a picture of the guy behind us. you see him you see him you see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was first sem last year. :)&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113207213018919603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113207213018919603?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113207213018919603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113207213018919603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/sneaky.html' title='Sneaky'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113206768434651764</id><published>2005-11-16T01:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T04:05:57.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Press Pause</title><content type='html'>i gave up on physics because the brain needs major thawing and i dont think i have enough time for that to happen. the job has been passed on to jq - which is just as well since i trust he&#39;ll do a better job than me.

thanks to my supervisor (as always) my presentation is going pretttyyyy o-k. got the slides ready and all that&#39;s left to be done is for me to altctrlC and altctrlV my report into the speech document. she&#39;s offered to listen to me on thursday before the real thing on friday and i think she&#39;s too kind to me. i&#39;m evil-su. and evil-su&#39;s &lt;b&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/b&gt; deserve such kindness. *dramaticsigh* and i guess if you have a burning desire to hear about type 1 diabetes or &lt;b&gt;my voice&lt;/b&gt; for that matter, you could always attend my presentation on friday in the uni. in other (more humble) words, it would be nice to have familiar faces in the audience - especially if you have no clue about what i&#39;m going to present. more comfort, less stress. but chances are you would rather stare at a wall than listen to geekspeak on a lovely friday afternoon. *resignedsigh*

post-exam activities are burning a hole in my pocket. yes they are. they are adding figures to my weight as well. my procrastination has resulted in a major p a c k i n g delay and i am ashamed to say that apart from throwing out some old magazines/papers, i&#39;ve done absolutely nothing to box my room. extremely ashamed. i will attempt something tomorrow, i promise. yes tomorrow, after i see the migration lawyer (i&#39;ve finally gotten down to doing it - my mum&#39;s going to be so pleased with me). plan A didn&#39;t work - i haven&#39;t found an aussie husband so i hope my sponsership plan will work out. 


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

*shrug*


i&#39;ve never really been big on movies considering my extremely short attention span and constant-urge to fall asleep while watching them. adding on to my list of useless-accomplishments (which includes waking up at 9 this morning and doing the dishes in the sink) i&#39;ve managed to watch f o u r movies in the cinema the past week (ouch to my wallet) and probably about 3 in bed. i love watching from the bed because i get to fidget/fall asleep comfortably at anytime. hurhur. :) and maybe it&#39;s for the same reason that i took 3 and a half hours to watch lantana......ah well. i love feel-good movies. they make me..err..feel good. elizabethtown&#39;s a feel good movie because i love the way the characters were created to be so &lt;b&gt;kooky&lt;/b&gt;. i identify with kooky people. dont you? err, no?  

i&#39;m feeling all nice and fuzzy inside and i want it to last. 

i need a stand-still potion now.


note to self: take a 12 hr nap upon arrival in singapore .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113206768434651764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113206768434651764?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113206768434651764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113206768434651764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-press-pause.html' title='Please Press Pause'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113197896734512587</id><published>2005-11-15T01:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T01:52:25.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Physic-al</title><content type='html'>so i dug my brain out again to prepare for my presentation and to study billy&#39;s physics notes because i&#39;m helping him out.




i listed out all that i have to do in the next few days and concluded i cant afford much time to play. if given a choice, i&#39;d either go back later or extend my stay in december but either way seems almost impossible. so i&#39;m pretty much schtuck and positively screwed. then again, maybe i could squeeze in a few more days in december, &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;. it&#39;d probably be a good idea.

sometimes i think the good thing about exams is that there is absolutely nothing else in the world that could be more important than studying for your next paper. real responsibilities come when you no longer have an excuse to push them out of your life. it&#39;s also when the exams end that you start to have to think about the 101 possibilities of 101 things. i know that when i go to bed and wake up the next morning i would still be thinking of the one (same) thing, and i wish on my 2pillowsandabolster that it  was &lt;i&gt;just another examination&lt;/i&gt;. 

the past week has been spent walking in the rain (it ALWAYS rains when i dont have my brolly. and the probability increases when i&#39;ve washed my hair), running errands, reading in dymocks and watching movies both on my computer and in the cinema in a bid to entertain myself. after all, who needs human interaction in the cinema. whoa-no. please don&#39;t tell me about what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; do in the dark - i don&#39;t really need to know.

both &lt;i&gt;flightplan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pride and prejudice&lt;/i&gt; were better than expected. and i suspect every girl secretly wants a mr darcy. 
if there was anything wrong with the movie, it must have been the way BRIDE and prejudice kept popping up in my head. you know, what with the dancing and the &lt;i&gt;&#39;no life, without wife&#39;&lt;/i&gt;...... *shrug* i can&#39;t help myself sometimes.
sofi says she thinks of me everything she sees indian food. now, i can&#39;t help her either. 




oh good grief.
the lamp just fell to the ground and the bulb died on me. i&#39;m completely in the dark now. 
and there is STILL a very dodgy burning smell coming from it. 


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



note: still too lazy to fix up the &lt;a href=&quot;http://oracle.wordpress.com&quot;&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;. i&#39;ve only done the links and the about *su page. it is otherwise empty.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113197896734512587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113197896734512587?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113197896734512587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113197896734512587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/getting-physic-al.html' title='Getting Physic-al'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113190323928649650</id><published>2005-11-14T04:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:01:21.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Moving</title><content type='html'>so apart from placing my mum&#39;s bottles of wine into the suitcase, i havent started packing.
please don&#39;t ask me the wherewhenhowwhy questions - i&#39;m as fuzzy as you are.
i &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; know i need to pack. 

anyway, the procrastinator in me likes to believe that such things can only done in the day because there is not enough light (bulb&#39;s still dead!) in the room to pack at night. furthurmore, i have this feeling lou&#39;s lamp is burning the carpet - i smell something extremely suspicious. and it&#39;s there because it&#39;s just way-too-hot to be on the table. my face was at stake. 


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


my blog&#39;s moving too.


oracle.wordpress.com is it.
at least i&#39;m not as fuzzy about &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;. oh, my priorities.  


it&#39;s still empty because i&#39;m too lazy to fix it up right now, but do look out, it&#39;s
&lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt;
time for an update on the bookmarks.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113190323928649650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113190323928649650?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113190323928649650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113190323928649650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-moving.html' title='I Am Moving'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113181409751025211</id><published>2005-11-13T03:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:54:04.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eep!</title><content type='html'>ohgoodgrief

i found an old blog that i forgot existed.

2002 - trinity.

i knew it. i&#39;ve been dysfunctional &lt;i&gt;all along&lt;/i&gt;. 

ohgoodgrief


what was i thinking then? BLAME IT ON THE AGE I SAY - i was a mere 16+++ ok.  
HAHAHA!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113181409751025211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113181409751025211?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113181409751025211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113181409751025211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/eep.html' title='Eep!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113180112887070452</id><published>2005-11-12T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:12:08.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul</title><content type='html'>i really didn&#39;t like what you said.
you can be so selfish sometimes. 
you? you really mean yourself, don&#39;t you, su. who? i cant decide now. 

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


i need permanent residency. i need an australian husband to drop from the sky &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;. it&#39;ll simplify things. 
no? 

fine. 

&lt;i&gt;i want to get lost in your rock and roll
and drift.away. &lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113180112887070452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113180112887070452?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113180112887070452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113180112887070452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/give-me-beat-boys-and-free-my-soul.html' title='Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113176844523051074</id><published>2005-11-12T15:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:07:25.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Lead</title><content type='html'>is dodgy.wordpress.com



then again, it&#39;s the only thing so far that is in contention. other than suee.wordpress.com - which is to inyourface i say. i cant hide on days when i dont feel like being so, suee.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113176844523051074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113176844523051074?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176844523051074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176844523051074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-lead.html' title='In the Lead'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113176799146833721</id><published>2005-11-12T14:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:59:51.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like That</title><content type='html'>after more than 40 years of marriage

&lt;i&gt;i&#39;m still getting to know my wife better&lt;/i&gt;, he says.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113176799146833721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113176799146833721?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176799146833721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113176799146833721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-that.html' title='I Like That'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284340.post-113164548470114051</id><published>2005-11-11T04:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:09:40.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out of My Dreams and Get into My Car</title><content type='html'>i almost got that shirt from dangerfield.



your memory is a pretty funny thing. it fails you when you&#39;re trying to recall in an exam - but it never fails to prode at you when you&#39;re trying very hard to forget something. right. not like i have much to forget in this short span of 20 yrs but you get what i mean, dont you?  

the brain likes to associate. sights, smells, sounds, to people, places, objects, feelings. 
and i hate the way songs can teleport me back in time. i&#39;ve got happy songs, taboo songs and those that reminds me of him, her, you, us (please note the randomness in the people) and stringing some of these songs together in the form of an iTunes playlist proved to be a big mistake, especially while you&#39;re sleeping - you&#39;ll only end up getting a mega weird dream with too many unwanted main characters. and if there&#39;s anything more destructive than that - it&#39;d probably be karaoke. well, go figure. 




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

and speaking of displeasure, this happens all the time prior to my return: i can&#39;t decide whether i&#39;m excited about going back at all (1 week 1 week!). i know i should be - i&#39;m really trying, but i&#39;m just not all that enthusiastic at the moment. not on this friday morning at least. i agree with bun (i&#39;m glad she&#39;s my best friend) overseas students dont have it easy  because holidays spoil alot of things. relationships and trust are built over time and holidays/endofdegree disrupt consistency - by the time something is up-and-going, the holiday comes along to ruin it. with that, i&#39;m almost glad i dont have a break next year - i won&#39;t have much a choice but to stick around then. but the fact that 2006 is the year that the bun and the yf are going to be back for internships disappoints me. t w o y e a r s! i&#39;ve almost forgotten how they look like.   


i conclude that expectations set you up for disappointment. i&#39;m hoping someone can disprove me - because i think i&#39;m expecting too much.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/feeds/113164548470114051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5284340/113164548470114051?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113164548470114051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284340/posts/default/113164548470114051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://presh.blogspot.com/2005/11/get-out-of-my-dreams-and-get-into-my.html' title='Get Out of My Dreams and Get into My Car'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794118029870093126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>