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Sweet and Sour..</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/lilbuttermilk" /><feedburner:info uri="lilbuttermilk" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HQHw6eCp7ImA9Wx9TEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-8415553279593527594</id><published>2010-11-20T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:37:11.210+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-20T22:37:11.210+08:00</app:edited><title>Procrastination is bad</title><content type="html">hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I said I'd blog soon in my last post. Soon became a whole 10 months :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Every time I see something interesting happening, I promise I'd blog about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 scenarios proceed from there&lt;/span&gt;: 1) I'll tell myself 'later, later, need to have the inspiration to blog. 2) I come to the blogger new post page and stare at it blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm really trying to work on curing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of preparing for exams. Okay, exam, since I only have 1 paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at my New Year Resolutions, I've surely accomplished no. 3 since I jog once weekly. So proud of myself!! It has been ongoing since after CNY =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the resolutions, still working on them. But I know no. 4 is true, always =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-8415553279593527594?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8415553279593527594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=8415553279593527594&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/8415553279593527594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/8415553279593527594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/yVl_q5lb_Zo/procrastination-is-bad.html" title="Procrastination is bad" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2010/11/procrastination-is-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMRn44fCp7ImA9WxBRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-1509550600579071360</id><published>2010-01-02T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:06:27.034+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-02T21:06:27.034+08:00</app:edited><title>New Year Resolutions</title><content type="html">My poor blog has been abandoned for almost 5 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convocation came and went. I started on my very first job and am trying to survive the working world. Nursed a heartbreak which was really hard to get over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is here and like everyone of you, let me set out some aims I hope to achieve before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more outspoken&lt;br /&gt;2. Never give up easily without trying hard&lt;br /&gt;3. Try and exercise at least once every 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;4. To be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems simple enough right? Hopefully I'll be able to strike them off the list after a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-1509550600579071360?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1509550600579071360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=1509550600579071360&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/1509550600579071360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/1509550600579071360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/52UH6zS4OpQ/new-year-resolutions.html" title="New Year Resolutions" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGSHkzeSp7ImA9WxNTFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-7817541840809128145</id><published>2009-08-18T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:47:09.781+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-18T23:47:09.781+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cavitation Technology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cenosis" /><title>Cenosis Blogging Contest!</title><content type="html">Before I share with you my unsuccessful attempts at slimming, allow me to walk you through my growing years. I've written a &lt;a href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear-of-growing-tall.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on how my height evolved, so now here's one on my weight! (out comes the blue booklet again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPDM623a0I/AAAAAAAAALs/FreCutPRW2U/s400/height-weight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369349807480990530" border="0" /&gt;I've placed my height next to my weight to show you clearly my love-hate relationship with FATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much underweight for the first 11 years of my life. I guess my weight only hit the acceptable weight range in Pri. 6? Perhaps it was the constant nourishing for the PSLE that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was dying to gain weight during that period, I definitely cannot say the same now. But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;most hateful thing about fats is that they come so easily but take you loads of effort to get rid of them&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really know my exact height and weight now because I refuse to measure! Whenever I get up on the scales, I'll just jump of it when I see it shoot past the maximum I can accept! I'm so good at deluding myself, ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure is that, even without knowing my weight, I have concrete proof of excess fats on my body! Most females cringed in fear when they see it and yearn for the total opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FAT TUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get rid of my unslightly tummy and the way to do it is definitely to workout on the tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a simple search on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; yields the idea of doing CRUNCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Soq_oq3wcAI/AAAAAAAAANk/xjcsFE8S6Ms/s320/crunch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371316211016560642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:FloorCrunch.JPG"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is basically an exercise where you lie face-up on the ground with your knees bent, and lift your shoulders up with your hands behind your ears. The lower back has to be in contact with the ground all the time. It's definitely a great way to eliminate tummy fats as you can really feel the tension in your muscles as you do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! as you know, things don't always go as smoothly as desired or plan. And I blame the following for my failure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPZmacMiVI/AAAAAAAAANU/OxWjYDPQG_A/s320/DSC01597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369374434711603538" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPZlyZsRDI/AAAAAAAAANM/xlqFmyjqk3A/s320/DSC01840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369374423963681842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPZlRpI1GI/AAAAAAAAANE/6kKuLk98Zkg/s320/DSC01636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369374415170098274" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPZkuvod9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/S3C97EyQicY/s320/DSC01632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369374405802096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPZkAI2U4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/VFyanwiPXds/s320/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369374393291395970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can ever resist the temptation of food?! We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;only live once&lt;/span&gt;, so wouldn't it be such a pity when you cannot try out delicious food?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CHAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wah, ownself cannot slim down then want to find millions of things to blame? even a poor chair also cannot let off?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SorAio7P26I/AAAAAAAAANs/il280cxnIiI/s320/DSC01948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371317206926744482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start laughing off at this reason, think about how much time a day you spend sitting! Yes, you sit during lectures and lessons, on the MRT, when you take your meals, and the worst part, you sit down to watch your favourite TV programme just after a heavy dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another part of life you can never avoid! The fats just aggregate on your tummy when you sit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PROCRASTINATION/LAZINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SorBLlxe0zI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lTQ8eUwSc3w/s320/lazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371317910455112498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.laughinglarry.com/images/box/lazy_cat.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This needs no further explanation. Soooo many of us are guilty of pushing back stuff we need to do cause we think there's still tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow and so on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How can I ever get rid of my tummy when I have all these interfering me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fear! Have you heard of the latest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cavitation Technology&lt;/span&gt; by Cenosis? Cenosis is constantly looking for new methods to help customers slim down. And now, Cenosis is the first to bring to you this latest slimming technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works on the principle of breaking down the membrane walls of fat cells with the energy released from micro-bubbles upon bursting. These complex fatty acids are further broken down to simple fatty acids and are excreted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SorG14b6EhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bz5RIZxsm8w/s1600-h/cavitation_clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SorG14b6EhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bz5RIZxsm8w/s400/cavitation_clip_image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371324134577541650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; this technology sounds!! Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what goes in must come ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, if you take a look at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cenosis.biz/cavitation.php"&gt;Cenosis website&lt;/a&gt;, it has been proven from real-life examples that you will be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lower your cholesterol levels, reduce body weight and fat tissues with no side effects whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;! Works for both males and females! Not only that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NEA&lt;/span&gt; has awarded N2 license to Cenosis, further proving Cenosis' commitment to giving the best to its customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my love for food, my laziness and lack of perseverance for exercise, Cavitation Technology will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely benefit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I try it, definitely can transform into this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPYKLaQXbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/S46MzOen1LM/s200/flat+stomach+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369372850128969138" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPYJufeMKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4dBTy8iho8w/s200/flat+stomach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369372842366218402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.herdaily.com/blogimg/health/For%20Flat%20Stomach_240x240.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tipdeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/How-to-Get-Flat-Stomach1.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make an appointment with Cenosis right now, to find out how you can benefit from this wonderful technology at a special price of $33. Call 7000 700 6626 or visit www.cenosis.biz/cavitation.php to make an appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-7817541840809128145?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7817541840809128145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=7817541840809128145&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/7817541840809128145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/7817541840809128145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/Qi2a1xs4LSc/cenosis-blogging-contest.html" title="Cenosis Blogging Contest!" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SoPDM623a0I/AAAAAAAAALs/FreCutPRW2U/s72-c/height-weight.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/cenosis-blogging-contest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQ385eSp7ImA9WxJVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-4642855458232765711</id><published>2009-06-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:13:02.121+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T21:13:02.121+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AOD250" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aspire one slim" /><title>Me and my AspireOne Slim</title><content type="html">Ever since June's PC Show, I've been enjoying the newest love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352732205094507234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Ski5lJ5zkuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6BQqR-N1PDs/s400/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My AspireOne Slim in Seashell White! Only $614!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352731348973801778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Ski4zUmuUTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hP7DhMVk2VQ/s400/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in 3 other colours: Diamond &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;, Sapphire &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; and Ruby &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;. I think I have an addiction for white IT gadgets.This netbook totally matches my white HDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730967344512098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Ski4dG7NfGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/m6-uJqlBLt0/s400/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So anyway, this is how the interior of the netbook looks like. A 10.1" wide screen, black keys (how I wish it can be totally white!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noticed that I haven't removed the plastic wrapping all around the screen and exterior of the lid? Really can't bear to get any scratches on it. Any better idea than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352732199085641042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Ski5kzhLjVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wDSZwpHmgw/s400/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love most is the lightness of it! Only &lt;strong&gt;1.27kg&lt;/strong&gt; with the battery included. The battery can last over 6 hours too!! I can totally watch movies in the comfort of my bed, without having to suffer under the bulkiness of big heavy laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352732208601040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Ski5lW91BsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yAbfWBOV9BI/s400/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It came with this free wireless mouse and 1 year of anti-virus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally worth it isn't it? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-4642855458232765711?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4642855458232765711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=4642855458232765711&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/4642855458232765711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/4642855458232765711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/HnYwVDK5ujw/me-and-my-aspireone-slim.html" title="Me and my AspireOne Slim" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Ski5lJ5zkuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6BQqR-N1PDs/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-and-my-aspireone-slim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ESH04fCp7ImA9WxJVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-5936574572040099309</id><published>2009-06-27T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:21:49.334+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T16:21:49.334+08:00</app:edited><title>Back to blogging?</title><content type="html">Wow, I can't believe I've only written 1...2..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...posts so far for the year 2009! That's like an average of 1 per month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at these past 6 months, it seems amazing how I've managed to overcome the overwhelming pile of work - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FYP, projects, presentations, assignments, job hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that official graduation is drawing near, the reality of not being able to go back to the comforts of lectures and tutorials leaves me with a tinge of reluctance. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humans sure are weird creatures, aren't they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I remember myself cursing and swearing at the countless deadlines and wanting to leaving school ASAP. But now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the thought of being &lt;strong&gt;unemployed&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;damn the recession&lt;/em&gt;) that's diminishing the happiness of graduation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure is I'll be updating this space more often! I've so many things that I want to share.. like my 12 day trip to Taiwan, the many happy slacking sesssions with friends.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope I find the drive to get these done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-5936574572040099309?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5936574572040099309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=5936574572040099309&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/5936574572040099309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/5936574572040099309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/1aXTMUhZInA/back-to-blogging.html" title="Back to blogging?" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHQXg7eyp7ImA9WxJVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-2925104878284818248</id><published>2009-04-10T21:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:55:30.603+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T14:55:30.603+08:00</app:edited><title>My First Blogging Paycheck!</title><content type="html">Yup! Just as the title suggests, I've finally waited for the day where I finally saw this envelope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323054362194959426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Sd9JvVq5XEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JxoDHAz0zMM/s320/Nuffnang.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;NUFFNANG&lt;/span&gt;!! YOUR MOOLA HAS ARRIVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323056343817349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Sd9LiryfamI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p_0zuljW0Io/s320/Nuffnang6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Was kind of surprised when I saw this little slip of paper. Was expecting an A4 sized letter which I usually saw other bloggers post on their blogs. An effort to save the earth. Nuff of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, GO &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;! haha, nice catchy line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323055324312861682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Sd9KnV1re_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xsi4n-X5yio/s320/Nuffnang1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cheque! =) Happy with the amount I've gotten after almost 7-8 months since joining Nuffnang. Never thought I'll be able to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on, something I didn't expect Nuffnang would send over with the cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323056163840770802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Sd9LYNUuwvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/R-UASm7R1fg/s320/Nuffnang4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323054395359929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Sd9JxROCpZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3cv5Lw0_iMc/s320/Nuffnang2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald's vouchers! to make up for the long wait for the cheque =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered I cashed out around CNY period and waited till my neck grew long by the end of Feb. Still no news only till around the 3rd week of March when one of the Nuffies emailed to apologize for the long wait and that the cheque would arrive within another week. Actually that was all I was expecting - an email apololgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thumbs up to Nuffnang for their sincerity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next cash-out. But seems it'll be really hard, given my really busy schedule nowadays (notice the serious drought of posts? =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU NUFFNANG! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-2925104878284818248?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2925104878284818248/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=2925104878284818248&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/2925104878284818248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/2925104878284818248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/lG-KWhxAEXA/my-first-blogging-paycheck.html" title="My First Blogging Paycheck!" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/Sd9JvVq5XEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JxoDHAz0zMM/s72-c/Nuffnang.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blogging-paycheck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcERHk_eSp7ImA9WxVUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-6736860575753455027</id><published>2009-03-18T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:26:45.741+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-18T23:26:45.741+08:00</app:edited><title>Life's twists</title><content type="html">it's pretty hard having to go along this journey alone... with no one to share your troubles and happiness with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get well soon =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-6736860575753455027?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6736860575753455027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=6736860575753455027&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/6736860575753455027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/6736860575753455027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/UvjpASsGvAw/lifes-twists.html" title="Life's twists" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-twists.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANRHk6eip7ImA9WxVXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-5794096878404027867</id><published>2009-02-08T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:59:55.712+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-08T23:59:55.712+08:00</app:edited><title>Life's priorities</title><content type="html">This blog is not dead yet... just been really really busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting that something that really matters to you is already sad enough.. But when you realize someone who could help you get it doesn't do so, it's even sadder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This something doesn't come by that often.. Is it that hard to give up something for my happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't you like to see the smile on my face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-5794096878404027867?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5794096878404027867/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=5794096878404027867&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/5794096878404027867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/5794096878404027867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/LxZ-mJs-UkI/lifes-priorities.html" title="Life's priorities" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-priorities.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCSHo-cCp7ImA9WxVTFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-2963887531073597678</id><published>2008-12-30T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:57:49.458+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T22:57:49.458+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nyonya" /><title>Delicious Nyonya Food</title><content type="html">The Malacca trip I went on just last week was a fulfilling one, both to the stomach and desire for some relaxation. Had a feast on authentic Nyonya dishes at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restoran Nyonya Suan&lt;/span&gt; at Melaka Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosh4Qfu0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oXgUTunEaz4/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+024.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosh4Qfu0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oXgUTunEaz4/s320/Malacca+Trip+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586073221577538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rice was served in this little metallic pot. Being the youngest in the family, the job of dishing out the rice naturally fell on me. But of 'cos I didn't mind as it was pretty interesting to be digging the rice out from the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dish that came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosiIye4RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1stndzXV0Qc/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+026.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosiIye4RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1stndzXV0Qc/s320/Malacca+Trip+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586077659095314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't really remember the name but it was sotong with a little tinge of spiciness. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosiuacBVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kOOR7OiLvr8/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+028.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosiuacBVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kOOR7OiLvr8/s320/Malacca+Trip+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586087758792018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture doesn't do the fish justice at all. It looked as delicious as it tasted! The layer of spice over the crispy skin was really heavenly. I usually detest eating fish skin, but this was an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosi5TT_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ni7T_Z-YJRs/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+029.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosi5TT_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ni7T_Z-YJRs/s320/Malacca+Trip+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586090681695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kangkong. Nothing really special about this. It was rather 'old' and not that crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosjBD432I/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIL0wBbz-5E/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+031.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosjBD432I/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIL0wBbz-5E/s320/Malacca+Trip+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586092764487522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may ask what's so special about omelette? This one was really soft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVotBqyPo0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/CEW7xA5kybU/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+032.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVotBqyPo0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/CEW7xA5kybU/s320/Malacca+Trip+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586619360846658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawn lemak or lemak prawn I forgot the exact name. Prawn with slices of pineapple in curry gravy. I love prawns, I love curry. So need I say more about this dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, dessert time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cendol Kacang Merah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVotCcrkRdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/L8P9lfyDttw/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+035.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVotCcrkRdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/L8P9lfyDttw/s320/Malacca+Trip+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586632754611666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you eat chendol? I wonder why many just crush all the ice, mix it with the rest of the ingredients into a watery mess to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVotCzpw-hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UwLx1GCodok/s1600-h/Malacca+Trip+037.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVotCzpw-hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UwLx1GCodok/s320/Malacca+Trip+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285586638921071122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always eat my chendol carefully, getting some ice, picking up some jelly and beans to go along with. Like that then feel cold and shiok enough, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I really enjoyed the food there. Would definitely eat there again if I were to go Malacca again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-2963887531073597678?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2963887531073597678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=2963887531073597678&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/2963887531073597678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/2963887531073597678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/JyxrnrnoFkE/delicious-nyonya-food.html" title="Delicious Nyonya Food" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVosh4Qfu0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oXgUTunEaz4/s72-c/Malacca+Trip+024.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/delicious-nyonya-food.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQ3g_eCp7ImA9WxVTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-3228886803646939671</id><published>2008-12-25T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:16:12.640+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-25T16:16:12.640+08:00</app:edited><title>Merry Christmas!</title><content type="html">helloooooooo, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't gotten down to blog about LASIK 'cos I went for a short trip to Malacca from 21 to 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was down with gastric on Christmas eve. Vomited and went to see the doctor. Ate medicine which made me so drowsy that I slept for the whole evening, had dinner and slept all the way till X'mas morning. It really sucks being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just here to wish everyone a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVNAgI4La7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1TTtBQRM4lk/s1600-h/Christmas+006.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVNAgI4La7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1TTtBQRM4lk/s320/Christmas+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637708718828466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Y CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;In times of trouble and pain, who is there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-3228886803646939671?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3228886803646939671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=3228886803646939671&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3228886803646939671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3228886803646939671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/S-la8gjaa8I/merry-christmas.html" title="Merry Christmas!" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SVNAgI4La7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1TTtBQRM4lk/s72-c/Christmas+006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DQH47fip7ImA9WxJVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-3857521115513068394</id><published>2008-12-14T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:14:31.006+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T15:14:31.006+08:00</app:edited><title>Lucky Draws, how lucky are you?</title><content type="html">Ok, really can't stand the boredom, so I've decided to strain my eyes a little and blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long overdue post, around 3 weeks back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a carnival then..&lt;br /&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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SSw_tSrMmoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uHSY2R1w59Y/s320/22112008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272659311083690626" border="0" /&gt;There was free popcorn, candy floss, ice cream and of course a buffet lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of free buffets, I really don't understand how some people can be so thick-skinned to pile up their plates with truckloads of food, when they see so many more people queuing up behind them. It's always because of such people that there isn't enough food to cater for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, one of the main highlights of the carnival was the lucky draw! (though guests weren't given the chance to participate *#(&amp;amp;@#!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 50 prizes to be won that day, and someone won..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SSw5uzIMhsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EVeKA5upgsk/s320/IMG_2493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272652739905357506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5th prize! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SSw5vQl90CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eqUQ-9oCZPA/s320/IMG_2496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272652747814850594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SSw5vo3WqhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OEJjJazpC8Q/s320/IMG_2499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272652754330233362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SSw5v_43loI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MzK1kgODMdo/s320/IMG_2502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272652760510600834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harvey Norman vouchers worth $350! yay again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never ever won a single lucky draw in my life. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-3857521115513068394?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3857521115513068394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=3857521115513068394&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3857521115513068394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3857521115513068394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/Eb9PEej-q5o/lucky-draws-how-lucky-are-you.html" title="Lucky Draws, how lucky are you?" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SSw_tSrMmoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uHSY2R1w59Y/s72-c/22112008+008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky-draws-how-lucky-are-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQn49eip7ImA9WxRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-3380397526939187629</id><published>2008-12-12T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:15:53.062+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T18:15:53.062+08:00</app:edited><title>Good Bye Spectables</title><content type="html">I'm done with my LASIK surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need rest and more rest before I start blogging about the whole experience. It really made my heart pound and pump vigorously throughout the surgery. And I couldn't stop twisting and clinging super tightly onto both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, can't strain my eyes too long. I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'M SUPER BORED!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-3380397526939187629?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3380397526939187629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=3380397526939187629&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3380397526939187629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3380397526939187629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/R_z08EsyUug/good-bye-spectables.html" title="Good Bye Spectables" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-spectables.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MRX87fCp7ImA9WxRbFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-5674217124595187682</id><published>2008-12-06T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:48:04.104+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-06T22:48:04.104+08:00</app:edited><title>Where are my holidays?</title><content type="html">Been pretty busy this week, went to school for 5 out of 6 days so far. Going school tomorrow again. Yea, it's a Sunday tmr, but well, no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Thursday was free Starbucks day! Not really free, had to donate any amount you wished in exchange for a drink.. The queue was long but moved very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/STqOTkpctNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXZxolVaJk4/s1600-h/Starbucks.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/STqOTkpctNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXZxolVaJk4/s320/Starbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276686380324140242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't know the drink costs $6.30 so I donated quite little.. oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard to take a look at the Christmas lightings.. Hmm, rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.. The lightings just kept alternating along the street..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day with aching feet and a teddy bear christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/STqOTVQzSbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mHLZ_tGlaew/s1600-h/Christmas.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/_-GumtOnnpjA/STqOTVQzSbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mHLZ_tGlaew/s320/Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276686376194230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you feel that this year's Christmas is less "christmas-y"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-5674217124595187682?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5674217124595187682/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=5674217124595187682&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/5674217124595187682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/5674217124595187682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/M2FN8c0yHR8/where-are-my-holidays.html" title="Where are my holidays?" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/STqOTkpctNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXZxolVaJk4/s72-c/Starbucks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-are-my-holidays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NR3o4fCp7ImA9WxRbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-6501202730099830777</id><published>2008-12-03T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:21:36.434+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T20:21:36.434+08:00</app:edited><title>When eyes can't see inner beauty</title><content type="html">I am seriously damn pissed right now. Continue reading if you want to see me rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like it if your boyfriend/girlfriend KEEPS ON criticizing that you have crooked teeth? Come on, NOT a single one of my friends have ever commented about my teeth except you. ONLY you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever criticized your flaws, picked on your shortcomings? How would my "crooked" teeth affect you? Is it that irritating to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you have put on braces before doesn't give you the right to criticize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only do you pour cold water on my upcoming LASIK surgery, you do not ever bother to ask when it is or wish me well. Thanks for being so caring and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IS PERFECT. Do not do onto others what you would not have them do onto you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-6501202730099830777?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6501202730099830777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=6501202730099830777&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/6501202730099830777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/6501202730099830777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/hFl3z3REijQ/when-eyes-cant-see-inner-beauty.html" title="When eyes can't see inner beauty" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-eyes-cant-see-inner-beauty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FQHg6fCp7ImA9WxRbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-4857239325872528697</id><published>2008-12-01T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:43:31.614+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T09:43:31.614+08:00</app:edited><title>Amazing Race</title><content type="html">Watched all 9 episodes of the latest season of the Amazing Race over the weekend.. Haven't been catching them due to the busy semester.. Used to tune in to every single episode for the past few seasons.. Love the excitement of the show, love seeing how the teams conquer the physically challenging tasks and of cos how they get to see the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season Finale coming in a weeks' time.. Rooting for brother/sister team Nick and Starr! Starr's so pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/STK_Mof29bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bshsw0osDkA/s1600-h/nick%26starr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/STK_Mof29bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bshsw0osDkA/s320/nick%26starr.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488337354651058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinsider.com/news/1137540_FANTASTICKS_STAR_JOINS_AMAZING_RACE"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Received bad news from a friend over a breakup. Feeling sad over it though I'm not even involved.. 5 1/2 years of relationship just gone like that.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is so vulnerable, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-4857239325872528697?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4857239325872528697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=4857239325872528697&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/4857239325872528697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/4857239325872528697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/jlqSQGAhjpY/amazing-race.html" title="Amazing Race" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/STK_Mof29bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bshsw0osDkA/s72-c/nick%26starr.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-race.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMDSHY8eSp7ImA9WxRUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-4199312669830917860</id><published>2008-11-27T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:27:59.871+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-27T01:27:59.871+08:00</app:edited><title>Favourite snacks</title><content type="html">I'm back!! Been a grueling exam period and I'm glad I've survived it. Some papers were really TOUGH. and by tough I mean reallyyyy tough. Some questions just make you stare blankly at them and freeze your hand from writing anything. Oh well, keeping my expectations moderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna replenish all the sleep I've lost. I can't imagine how I've tolerated less than 6 hours of sleep a day. Always go to bed at like 2am and force myself awake at 8am (even earlier at 6am when I've a morning paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway!! what helped me burn midnight oil were snacks and more snacks! I've yet to really find one that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2Bz0XhHcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D9CvNqJ6PuE/s1600-h/tao+kae+noi.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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2Bz0XhHcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D9CvNqJ6PuE/s320/tao+kae+noi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273013465951313346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tao Kae Noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess all of you know this seaweed snack. I like hot &amp;amp; spicy flavour! Many other flavours which I haven't tried, especially wasabi which I neverrrr will. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2BzQWzUsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i02_-U9HbEg/s1600-h/pringles.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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2BzQWzUsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i02_-U9HbEg/s320/pringles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273013456284635842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pringles Wild Spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The very first time I tried this, I choked when I breathed in the spices! But still yummy overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2BzYg0rtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iWKYVQcB8Rg/s1600-h/fish+crackers.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/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2BzYg0rtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iWKYVQcB8Rg/s320/fish+crackers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273013458474151634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish Crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a very simple and cheap pack of snack but I don't know why I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're many others I enjoy eating too.. Like Roller Coasters, Lays, hmmm, and that snack which makes your fingers turn orange (can't remember the name!! haven't eaten it for a long time and I have the urge to eat it nowww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite snack?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-4199312669830917860?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4199312669830917860/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=4199312669830917860&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/4199312669830917860?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/4199312669830917860?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/qyFr6R81n3g/favourite-snacks.html" title="Favourite snacks" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-5tGAUMBc/SS2Bz0XhHcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D9CvNqJ6PuE/s72-c/tao+kae+noi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/favourite-snacks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBR386fyp7ImA9WxRVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-8194597711086802475</id><published>2008-11-15T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:15:56.117+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-15T17:15:56.117+08:00</app:edited><title>Short post</title><content type="html">Busy tackling my exams now.. that's why I've neglected this blog =( but it's gonna be over real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I received these jokes in my mail.. thought I'll share them with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fishy business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer and an engineer were fishing in the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer said, "I'm here because my house burned down, and everything I owned was destroyed by the fire. The insurance company paid for everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's quite a coincidence," said the engineer. "I'm here because my house and all my belongings were destroyed by a flood, and my insurance company also paid for everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer looked somewhat confused. "How do you start a flood?" he asked. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of good and bad news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest in his paintings on display at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have good news and bad news," the owner replied. "The good news is that a  gentleman enquired about your work and wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I told him it would, he bought all 15 of your paintings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats wonderful," the artist exclaimed. "What's the bad news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The guy was your doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, sorry for the super short post! Will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-8194597711086802475?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8194597711086802475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=8194597711086802475&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/8194597711086802475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/8194597711086802475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/wDsZ7PMUsgY/short-post.html" title="Short post" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkACRHw_eyp7ImA9WxNTEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-3896328206200951401</id><published>2008-11-02T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:32:45.243+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T15:32:45.243+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="height" /><title>The fear of growing tall</title><content type="html">Haven't blogged a proper post for egos already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thought I'll blog on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; today. Was day-dreaming on the MRT one day and started recalling the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start of my schooling days, I felt awkward and different from the rest. I always knew where I had to stand in the class queue - the last one! That was in primary school. Things changed a little in secondary school where there was the 1-in-a-million guy who was taller than me in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I actually shouldn't have been afraid of growing tall. But I guess it was the nurses who came to do the yearly checkups in school that instilled this apprehension of growing tall in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SQ2deDKrbTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2JrOvfT5ooU/s1600-h/Health+Booklet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SQ2deDKrbTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2JrOvfT5ooU/s320/Health+Booklet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264036679037709618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this dark blue booklet which we had to bring to school every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a breakdown of my height recorded yearly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Primary 1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;130cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;140cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;146.5cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 4: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;155.0cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 5: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;159.5cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 6: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;165.5cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;169.5cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;170cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;170.5cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don' t know why there isn't a height recorded for Sec 4, but my height sort of stabilized by then and now I'm just a few cm taller than the last recorded one. I find my growth spurts rather amazing, up to 10cm a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the visits by the nurses. Every year without fail, they would write under the column titled "Description of Disorders": "tall stature, refer to IOH" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is being tall a disorder?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of trips were made to the then IOH. But everything done there was the usual routine and a total waste of time: Check eyesight, measure height &amp;amp; weight etc. Sometimes I even had to do an X-ray which cost a hefty sum. (#&amp;amp;@#($&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot which year was it, but my mum and I agreed we had enough of this nonsense and decided to ignore the reference to IOH and just refused to go for any more checkups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well and healthy now and I don't understand the fuss made over my height back then. All it brought was a waste of time and consultation fees making trips down to IOH, and unwanted fear and self-consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your height bring problems to you too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-3896328206200951401?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3896328206200951401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=3896328206200951401&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3896328206200951401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3896328206200951401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/BLwJhYuXGWE/fear-of-growing-tall.html" title="The fear of growing tall" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SQ2deDKrbTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2JrOvfT5ooU/s72-c/Health+Booklet.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear-of-growing-tall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBQX45fip7ImA9WxRXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-7276987655589084942</id><published>2008-10-18T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:44:10.026+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-18T01:44:10.026+08:00</app:edited><title>Holding on</title><content type="html">Sorry for the loooooong drought of posts. Been really busy! Finally it's the weekends again! and for once I don't have to go back to school. Will try to blog more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, my goal seems to be slipping away from me. Still working hard towards it. Trying not to lose hope and fall into despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many coincidental occurrence of the past makes me feel that losing my goal will be a double loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted something so badly. I will get my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-7276987655589084942?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7276987655589084942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=7276987655589084942&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/7276987655589084942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/7276987655589084942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/jBJPAJVHhn0/holding-on.html" title="Holding on" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/holding-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGRXg8eyp7ImA9WxRRF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-3126168220851387109</id><published>2008-09-29T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:48:44.673+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T23:48:44.673+08:00</app:edited><title>New room colour!</title><content type="html">Took this photo some time ago. Was making my way home when I saw this cat sitting on top of a car. Super cuteeee. It stared at me as I walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are pretty dark cos I didn't dare go too near in case the flash startled it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1xeUfulI/AAAAAAAAAG4/F1RORj0dGv8/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1xeUfulI/AAAAAAAAAG4/F1RORj0dGv8/s320/Image087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467395815422546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1xtO4J4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sdJaD5xQw24/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1xtO4J4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sdJaD5xQw24/s320/Image088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467399818389378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the main point of this post is to update on the painting works going on in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1o71ByeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wLn-cExnel0/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1o71ByeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wLn-cExnel0/s320/Image078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467249117678050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dull blue fading off after 8 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1pdOVzII/AAAAAAAAAGg/LsM-t67W3gE/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1pdOVzII/AAAAAAAAAGg/LsM-t67W3gE/s320/Image093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467258082217090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1p5BqMaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X6Z7V9Ds00Q/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1p5BqMaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X6Z7V9Ds00Q/s320/Image095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467265545220514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had a hard time moving the furniture to make space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1pz1QFjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CFkLMkhEGd4/s1600-h/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1pz1QFjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CFkLMkhEGd4/s320/Image104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467264151000626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And cos of the painting, I was evicted from my room! hahah.. this is my temporary room. super messy with books and papers all over the floor. BUT, I get to sleep on a queen sized bed instead of my small single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what's my new room colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sorry for the lousy photo quality! don't have my camera with me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-3126168220851387109?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3126168220851387109/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=3126168220851387109&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3126168220851387109?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3126168220851387109?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/npMTumh_GhQ/new-room-colour.html" title="New room colour!" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SOD1xeUfulI/AAAAAAAAAG4/F1RORj0dGv8/s72-c/Image087.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-room-colour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRX4_fCp7ImA9WxRRFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-8028498587862103354</id><published>2008-09-28T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:57:14.044+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T17:57:14.044+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Paper" /><title>Horrors of General Paper!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Amidst the spring cleaning going on in my room, I chanced upon this short essay I wrote during Junior College days. I cringed when I read it. It was a piece we had to churn out during the 2 hour long lesson on Monday evening. (haha, I remember it so clearly cos GP lessons were always the terrors of the week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard of the essay is really low, seems like lower secondary level. Somemore it's like only 3/4 of the page, confirm get very low marks for content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: People who don't have dreams don't have much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This statement caught my attention as I personally feel that having dreams does help a person succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may be skeptical about dreams. They may regard having dreams as being unrealistic and impractical. However, on the contrary, I feel that dreams can help lead a person towards a bright future. One who does not aspire or desire is aimless in life. He does not have anything to look forward to and lives by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have dreams and ambitions are those who tend to be optimistic. I feel that having a dream about something you wish to have is indeed half the battle won already. Unless a person is enthusiastic and looks forward to achieving something, he will never be able to reach his expectations. Having dreams gives one a positive outlook of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we do know that action speaks louder than words. Merely having dreams is not enough. A person must put in effort into achieving what he dreams of. The other half of the battle is overcomed by the person's own determination and perseverance. &lt;em&gt;(My tutor wrote a "good" to this, lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, for the year 200X, my dream is to live the fullest of my life and also to do well in the upcoming A level examintations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope your dreams come true!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, my tutor was so nice to leave a little note at the end of the essay, despite me giving such a low standard essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never good in General Paper, managing only C5s and C6s throughout the entire college life. I never liked to write argumentative essays where you had to have strong substantiation through real-life examples and experiences. Comprehension was worse, sometimes you can finish reading an entire passage without knowing the intentions the writer wanted to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, my final grade for GP was pretty satisfying. =) I guess my simplistic way of writing related well with the marker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-8028498587862103354?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8028498587862103354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=8028498587862103354&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/8028498587862103354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/8028498587862103354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/kS0pnf3sbXU/horrors-of-general-paper.html" title="Horrors of General Paper!" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/horrors-of-general-paper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMQn06cCp7ImA9WxRREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-6785500960748300461</id><published>2008-09-21T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:49:43.318+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-21T23:49:43.318+08:00</app:edited><title>Walking towards a goal</title><content type="html">Haven't blogged for more than a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there isn't anything interesting enough to be mentioned. I promise the next entry will be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying &amp;amp; more studying. Oh, I went back to school on Saturday and even Sunday. The school felt so deserted and forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I must talk about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17 Sept, I finally found a goal in my life!! I was rather pumped up with adrenaline and lay awake even after midnight. But it's gonna be a long, treacherous journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can and will reach there eventually. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-6785500960748300461?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6785500960748300461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=6785500960748300461&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/6785500960748300461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/6785500960748300461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/9qneAw5krQo/walking-towards-goal.html" title="Walking towards a goal" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/walking-towards-goal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNSX07fSp7ImA9WxRSEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-3338481484050127101</id><published>2008-09-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:06:38.305+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T23:06:38.305+08:00</app:edited><title>A walk down Memory Lane</title><content type="html">Ended school quite early today. Headed off to collect my chemical sample right after lunch. (It has finally flown here from US after a month's long wait!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited last night when I saw the address emailed to me. The place was located just opposite where I used to stay during my childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a stroll from the MRT station, passed by my kindergarten as well as primary school.&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/_-GumtOnnpjA/SMfEwZ0jfPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WPuzJPvglIo/s1600-h/blog10092008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SMfEwZ0jfPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WPuzJPvglIo/s320/blog10092008-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244376626940312818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fence surrounding where I lived. Can you tell what place is this? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SMfEwIACGNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rBMLgqe10qE/s1600-h/blog10092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SMfEwIACGNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rBMLgqe10qE/s320/blog10092008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244376622156617938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shops I go to by crossing the road everyday after school to buy packets of Mamee etc. Nothing has changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just felt nice and comfortable walking down the path I used to set footprints on every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was perspiring like mad when I reached the place. Had to circle two rounds before I found the company. It didn't even have a signboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty disappointed with the lab samples I've made so far. Followed every single procedure to synthesize them but the end-product is totally different =( I wonder what's wrong, my postgraduate was even around with me all the time while I made them, so can't be errors in chemical addition or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess that's just all part and parcel of research work. Devoting all my time to lab next week after the tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-3338481484050127101?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3338481484050127101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=3338481484050127101&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3338481484050127101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/3338481484050127101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/KTed9BhqjzE/walk-down-memory-lane.html" title="A walk down Memory Lane" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GumtOnnpjA/SMfEwZ0jfPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WPuzJPvglIo/s72-c/blog10092008-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-down-memory-lane.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFSH45eCp7ImA9WxRTF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-2415985805019937070</id><published>2008-09-07T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:10:19.020+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-07T01:10:19.020+08:00</app:edited><title>Phoneless</title><content type="html">Studying was very productive today. I think I covered like over 200 slides. Gotta slog through another few hundreds tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, my phone died on me. =( I lost all my contacts. argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn't want to save them in my SIM card. But apparently when I bought a new phone last year, the guy at Nokia offered to synchronize my contacts since I was changing my 2G SIM card to a 3G one. That's why all my contacts are stored in the phone. But also my own fault for assuming nothing will happen to the phone. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why die on me?!? Kept trying to turn it on but all that appears is a blank screen with the battery bar after the Nokia start-up screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that I'm missing out a lot on life. Will be missing the annual event next saturday =( I still remember we had tons of fun last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又何苦在乎得不到的温柔 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我坐在公路的出口　等待天黑以后无边的寂寞 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666378974317293828-2415985805019937070?l=lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2415985805019937070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666378974317293828&amp;postID=2415985805019937070&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/2415985805019937070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666378974317293828/posts/default/2415985805019937070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lilbuttermilk/~3/YR2_4gHBtyc/phoneless.html" title="Phoneless" /><author><name>lilbuttermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087123152974173195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lilbuttermilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/phoneless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGR3Y-fCp7ImA9WxRTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666378974317293828.post-467140254321328458</id><published>2008-09-03T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:53:46.854+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T23:53:46.854+08:00</app:edited><title>Busyyyy</title><content type="html">A bit of time to blog before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite hectic the past few days. Shuffling between the lab and lectures, amidst all the program simulations, presentations and assignments to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be busy. But sometimes it's just too overwhelming to see your to-do list getting longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to go back on Saturdays and even Sundays to do my lab work =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. 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