<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:43:11.486+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Almost everything there is to know...</title><subtitle type='html'>Procrastinating- That's what most students do best. I'm no different from any other. Here's where I spend some of that time... Here you'll find my ups and downs and just plain craziness. It's all out there. This is Me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-129294700164091594</id><published>2008-12-11T03:53:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:01:08.264+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!</title><content type='html'>After almost 3 years of being with blogspot, I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother set up a website for me, so now I've got a new site called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauranelim.com/"&gt;www.lauranelim.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know. how cool is that!!?? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot has been very kind to me, apart from the annoying disappearances of pictures and posts once a while. I've gotten used to how everything works and I really do like the layout here... But it's time for me to go...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye blogspot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-129294700164091594?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/129294700164091594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=129294700164091594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/129294700164091594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/129294700164091594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5451974626996049425</id><published>2008-12-10T16:21:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:55:09.055+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Always Read the Manual</title><content type='html'>I've finally figured out why my baking always gets burnt on top before it's completely cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;Duh... wrong oven setting. =.= I guess I always knew this at the back of my head but can't figure out why it's wrong. I mean, I only have 3 settings on my oven. The first one is without fan, the other one is with fan, and the third one... I don't know what it is so I never used it. So i've always used the second setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to try the third one...&lt;br /&gt;OMG I almost set off the smoke detector alarm again! My unit went all smokey... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately turned off my oven, opened my door and window and started fanning like a stupid idiot (I'm SO glad there's nobody out on the corridor at that time) Then dashed off to look for a manual. Couldn't find one. Luckily for technology nowadays, everything is online. So I found the manual online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third setting was the correct setting (yea, you probably thought otherwise :P). The second one I've been using all this while is like.. super double heat grill whatever thing which makes the top a lot hotter. =.=&lt;br /&gt;so WHY did the oven go all smokey!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just because I've never used the third setting before which is something like 'circular heating' which i believe means heat all round?&lt;br /&gt;And the smokey smell today wasn't a burnt food smell.. it was worse :S&lt;br /&gt;The manual asks to &lt;em&gt;"Operate the oven for about 30 minutes at maximum temperature to burn off all traces of grease which might otherwise create unpleasant smells when cooking."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the circular heating thing heats up places in the oven I've never tried before....&lt;br /&gt;That could explain the nasty smells and smokiness... right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question now is....&lt;br /&gt;How do I make sure this setting is usable next time without setting off the alarm??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5451974626996049425?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5451974626996049425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5451974626996049425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5451974626996049425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5451974626996049425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-read-manual.html' title='Always Read the Manual'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-357035446869083238</id><published>2008-12-10T02:23:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:25:52.698+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What!?</title><content type='html'>I just discovered my cousin has gone to Ireland for studies. He's been there for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had NO CLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shows how much I know about what's going on in my extended family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I wanted to say &lt;em&gt;'and how crap I am at keeping in touch', &lt;/em&gt;but that's a two-way thing. It's not entirely my fault...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else has happened that I don't know about. And me missing CNY this year wouldn't help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-357035446869083238?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/357035446869083238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=357035446869083238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/357035446869083238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/357035446869083238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/what_10.html' title='What!?'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3649978954353743144</id><published>2008-12-09T20:15:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:30:34.537+10:30</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>Why is it so difficult to understand that one can enjoy doing things alone? When someone found out I was going somewhere alone, their response was- "So sad?"&lt;br /&gt;Then other friends who are busy and are not able to accompany you that day then 'feels bad' about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well... not everyone needs accompaniment for everything they do. Sometimes it's nice to be by yourself. It's nice to not have a schedule to stick to, nice to stay somewhere as long as you want, not worrying about others being bored, tired, or frustrated. The only thing that's stopping you then, is time- when the shops close :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went shopping at Harbourtown today. I had planned to leave earlier but I forgot that the time I looked at on the bus schedule was for the bus stop at Grenfell, not in front of my apartment, so being the genius I am, I missed my bus. It took a while for the next bus to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was fun. No one wants to hear about shopping so I'll skip that bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 busses at the bus stop that I could have caught to go home. I had always thought J1 took a shorter time to get back to the city than 132. (apparently so did a couple of chiense girls cuz i heard them talking behind me). For a reason I cannot figure out however, I hopped on to 132 instead of J1. I was actually Hungry at that time and getting back to the city asap would have been my main goal. But i didn't get on to J1...&lt;br /&gt;So 132 pulled out of the bus stop and started going through... the housing area. I took J1 from the city to harbourtown and it doesn't go through a housing area.&lt;br /&gt;After a while though, I saw the beach! Oh pretty pretty beach... Then I was glad I took 132. Just for that short glimpse of the beach.... and the housing area reminded me of home because for some reason there were a number of double storey houses and it just reminded me of home. So there I was enjoying the beach and thinking of home while all the time my stomach was grumpily rumbling away...&lt;br /&gt;Then when we arrived at the city, my bus passed a J1! Then a few seconds later the J1 passed us again. Then we passed it again! Then I lost sight of J1 (well itw as behind...) and I don't know wha thappened to it after that... so maybe 132 Isn't much slower after all. (or that's the second J1 bus!? can't be...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for those of you who have seen them...&lt;br /&gt;You know those giant yellow billboards with the big black words saying "Want Longer Lasting SEX???" Well... they now say:  "Want Longer Lasting CENSORED?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3649978954353743144?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3649978954353743144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3649978954353743144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3649978954353743144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3649978954353743144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-9055229674355857591</id><published>2008-12-08T23:17:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:31.020+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What!???</title><content type='html'>C. Got a stupid C.&lt;br /&gt;for that lit review on Zanamivir i did ages ago for microbio. I spent so much time on it and got a Credit. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well at least it helped me remember things for a couple of points for the exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. I've got "Woolworths the fresh food people" song stuck in my head!! o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-9055229674355857591?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/9055229674355857591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=9055229674355857591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/9055229674355857591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/9055229674355857591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/what.html' title='What!???'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1232938766389775810</id><published>2008-12-07T13:32:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:55:07.940+10:30</updated><title type='text'>WOo hoO!</title><content type='html'>I survived! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and i'm now enjoying a late morning/afternoon with a mug of vanilla latte and biscuits :P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 nights, 23 hours of work. :) I came home last night with feet so painfully tired i cannot begin to explain.&lt;br /&gt;OK maybe it doesn't sound like such a big achievement, but well... I thought it was. &gt;&lt; we don't get to sit at work. and not only that, we hardly ever stand still as well. Whenever it gets quiet we have to do some other things like condiment preps. (And well maybe with all the weight I've put on over the past few months, its more difficult than it should be ...!?? Bah. im just crapping there. But i did put on weight  :( :( :( Yep... not one, not two, but THREE sad faces!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? Last night I was also asked to go out to the front counter! I've only done it a couple of times so far. Both times was when there was hardly any customers, and for about 15 mins... (well with so little customers, I ended up doing more cleaning of the front counter than actual customer service...) So last night was like.. my debut! muahahaha. (so dramatic... =.=) The good thing about doing it for the first time at a time like 12-3:30am is that the majority of your customers are drunk, which means some don't really care what you do as long as they get food, and I have an excuse to take ages to process an order because sometimes it's impossible to understand their babblings. And they take forever to decide what they want. And they change their minds a gazillion times (which is actually a distadvantage because then i have to correct things over and over and people in the burger room would have started making something then realise it's not right and start over. they probably hate me last night...) Oh, people are also quite talkative when drunk. whether thats a good or bad thing you decide yourself. I actually had quite a lot of fun. but my favourite customers were still the older people who came in completely sober and orders something very ordinary. :) the thing about last night though... was because it's so busy, most of the time I just had to take the order and not worry about actually getting their food because a couple of people (the managers) where giving out all the food and we just kept on taking orders. It's quite different being inside the burger room. Definitely more tiring and stressful but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so obviously no one cares about what happens at my workplace and this has turned out to be another pointless long rambling post. But my computer is still sick and it'll take ages for pictures to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey at least i'm still updating even after exams. (how ironic does that sound?? :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Loads of people headed back to Malaysia today... Hope they all have a good flight, and enjoy themselves back in Malaysia Truly Asia, and enjoy all the good hawker/mamak food, and be careful with their belongings, and drive safely since I believe lots of them havent been driving for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1232938766389775810?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1232938766389775810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1232938766389775810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1232938766389775810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1232938766389775810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo-hoo.html' title='WOo hoO!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5601730847068506030</id><published>2008-12-05T00:50:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:21:58.324+10:30</updated><title type='text'>what have i been up to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN MY COMPUTER AND THE INTERNET! A PERFECTLY GOOD LONG POST DISAPPEARED!!! AAARRGHH! #$%^&amp;amp;*^%$#@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Here I am re-writing the post. I'm so pissed off!! WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last long and boring update... I got up to Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night:&lt;/strong&gt; The plan was to go clubbing at Red Square with K and SM. Night started off at C's place with a couple of drinks. Headed to Red Square and after meeting up with K and SM, bumped into Y and Q! So ended up spending the night with them as well. Headed home at a rather early hour (in terms of clubbing nights...) at 2:30am. Damn those high heels... They're such a night ruiner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Started off quite late, managed to try a new recipe which i posted previously, then attempted to clear the houes a little bit before YL came that night to stay. Spent many hours online as well. Totally wasted day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; Spent the day at Glenelg, finally walking around looking at the shops and explored the other end of the beach. Glenelg is such a tiny little beach. It's enclosed... by this thing I forgot the name of (after 2 years of Geo Higher and even writing my extended essay based on the beach, i forgot what those things are called. =.=) Came home feeling rather tired, so I think I didnt do anything that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;Met up with M, a friend I made while playing for Cabaret. We both learnt that no one understands the excitement, satisfaction and sense of accomplishment of playinf for a musical unless you're actually &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; it. It was nice to speak to someone who is still as excited about it as I am right now. :) She graduated from UWC a year before me and I haven't seen her since then. Now she's already done with Uni!! We're so bad at keeping in touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Later that night K came over for sing-songing and guitaring and yakking... It's nice to find someone who knows the same songs and enjoys singing along to my lousy guitaring... Glad to have found her earlier than when I found Andetheriel back in Spore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;C came over for a while bringing us her yummy bread pudding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Spent the day at D's house with C. D has the most adorable dog, who has a rather unfortunate problem of- Excited Peeing Disorder. ok. I made up that term (duh...) but it seriously needs to calm down and hold in that pee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Later that night we planned to have dinner at Zapatas (a mexican place, as we really wanted nachos...) Y was so kind to drive us up north adelaide but when we got there- it was full. We never thought of making a reservation. I mean, the last time we went there, we managed to get a seat... So we ended up in Fellini, where i finally managed to try their pizza which is supposed to be really good, and it was. :) apart from the chilli thing which was waaay too salty, but their pizza crust was good anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then Y and C came over and we played a few rounds of Cluedo. I managed to once again lose every round we played due to my lack of detective skills... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(or maybe i just never got the Conservatory card... ;P)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Finally managed to bake the Brownies I've been wanting to bake since the day I saw the recipe online! Then later went to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i re-typed everything. =.= of course it varied a lot. I felt like my first version was better (although either way for you readers, it would be just as boring...)&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Another boring post from a boring blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry no pictures. I wish I could post some too... But my computer is kind of sick at the moment. Attempting to post pictures would just kill it. Maybe one day when it's feeling better I will. Apparently K's computer started off like mine, and now it's in a coma... (or dead??!) So I think I better not push mine too hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of days would be short days for me involving me waking up on time for lunch, followed by dinner only a matter of hours after lunch as i have work starting from 6pm and ending late at night.... I'm quite glad I have extended shifts this week though (plus today's extra). My bank account is dry... As dry as the desert in central Australia.&lt;br /&gt;And this is December. Three Family Birthdays, Christmas and in general- The Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I need those shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5601730847068506030?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5601730847068506030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5601730847068506030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5601730847068506030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5601730847068506030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='what have i been up to?'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3996768483994831977</id><published>2008-12-02T00:03:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:13:30.996+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh</title><content type='html'>I watched an ad on tv saying Gossip Girl will be showing on wednesday night. I figured I might not actually be home on wednesday night, and thus will not be able to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having heard &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; about Gossip Girl &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Google-ing the hot guy that stars on it (cuz I've heard so much about him!) I figured that &lt;em&gt;I need to watch this show&lt;/em&gt;. So... I headed online and proceed to look for Gossip Girl on the internet. I mean, It's been out ages ago, there HAS to be some place online where I can get it right?? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, now that my bro isn't here, I have all 7gb to use for myself. And I don't download stuff. So I've been underusing my internet for the past couple of months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;Something miraculous happened today- and I actually managed to find it online! It's amazing. I remember Google-ing Grey's Anatomy before many many times (I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; that show...) and I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; been able to find anything. And here I am... watching Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the first episode and watched it...&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm halfway through the second episode which I enjoyed watchign more than the first, because I actually know the characters now and there was actually a bit more humour in it...&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for it to complete loading... but I'm so impatient! i can't wait for it to load!!! ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see where I'm going... I'm going to want to watch the 3rd, 4th, etc... and I'm going to run out of internet bandwith before the 16th when I have another 7gb to use. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3996768483994831977?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3996768483994831977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3996768483994831977&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3996768483994831977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3996768483994831977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7584607270028067242</id><published>2008-12-01T18:29:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:44:50.030+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My 'not-so-little' brother turns 18 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C and I went to Glenelg for the day and I remembered what we did for JW's birthday... So we decided to do the same for my bro whose b'day I almost forgot... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 18th Birthday CK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STObUF9Vt7I/AAAAAAAABK8/7CUyWsglQ5k/s1600-h/DSCN7074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730358080124850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STObUF9Vt7I/AAAAAAAABK8/7CUyWsglQ5k/s320/DSCN7074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry it looks kind of crappy, but we ran out of time... if I hadn't rushed through the end and C hadn't had her camera handy... it would have ended up like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274731502654585954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STOcWt1J_GI/AAAAAAAABLE/qE4p1StofaU/s320/DSCN7076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STObTQcIduI/AAAAAAAABKs/Q4VrEOHS8io/s1600-h/DSCN7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730343713765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STObTQcIduI/AAAAAAAABKs/Q4VrEOHS8io/s320/DSCN7075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you had a good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7584607270028067242?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7584607270028067242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7584607270028067242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7584607270028067242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7584607270028067242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-bro.html' title='Happy Birthday Bro!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STObUF9Vt7I/AAAAAAAABK8/7CUyWsglQ5k/s72-c/DSCN7074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6241369737298300189</id><published>2008-11-30T20:42:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:28:18.568+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Munchies</title><content type='html'>I almost set off the fire alarm trying to cook last night's dinner... I hate having the electric stove. I can never control the heat properly. It takes forever to heat up, then suddenly burns everything. =.= Anyway, this is last night's dinner which caused my smokey house panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJq99yYVzI/AAAAAAAABKU/UmMGR4vcgfk/s1600-h/ST832492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274395726394709810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJq99yYVzI/AAAAAAAABKU/UmMGR4vcgfk/s320/ST832492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating it I realised that it's &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; exactly the same as 'tau yew bak' but with chicken instead of pork... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking for recipes that use apples without cinnamon. 2 reasons: I don't have cinnamon at home; I don't like cinnamon much. I know cinnamon goes well with apples... and a little bit is actually quite nice. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found this recipe through foodgawker one day and it had apples without cinnamon!! So I couldn't wait to give it a try. It originally said to use "Craisins" which I believe are dried cranberries... But I don't have that so I substituted craisins with raisins, and added some lemon juice cuz I figured craisins are sourish (I think i have some of those in my cereal mix). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting: Crepes with Apple and Raisin Compote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274399115062747346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJuDNjzINI/AAAAAAAABKc/yMD_oVDFw_w/s320/ST832587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my apple!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274395724307370770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJq92AuExI/AAAAAAAABKM/4F3erG-rVfM/s320/ST832579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I actually managed to peel it in one piece... but then it broke when i picked it up to move it :( The trick to being able to peel it in one piece I think, is just to have a sharp peeler and an apple with no bruises (cuz it's the bruises on the apple that makes it difficult for the peeler to slide through easily... and thats what causes the peel to break! well, unless you're really bad at peeling in a straight line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is while cooking the crepes... I took this picture cuz that's one BIG bubble!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpbymYvLI/AAAAAAAABKE/NrPC75peMw4/s1600-h/ST832581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394039764434098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpbymYvLI/AAAAAAAABKE/NrPC75peMw4/s320/ST832581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, I get excited over little things. But that bubble was so cute. The others were just little... Plus I didn't expect any bubbly things in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then you roll up the crepes, and pour some apple and raisin compote over it and finish off with some icing sugar just to look pretty for the camera :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpbhA6EAI/AAAAAAAABJ8/u66mSLRUKMY/s1600-h/ST832586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394035043831810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpbhA6EAI/AAAAAAAABJ8/u66mSLRUKMY/s320/ST832586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpbnLLm8I/AAAAAAAABJ0/Ck7YXFzfD6c/s1600-h/ST832591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394036697537474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpbnLLm8I/AAAAAAAABJ0/Ck7YXFzfD6c/s320/ST832591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Towards the end of it, I had an idea... why not put the apple stuff &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; the crepe rather than over the top??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpaxTGJcI/AAAAAAAABJs/NLdKV5pu5jw/s1600-h/ST832594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394022235219394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpaxTGJcI/AAAAAAAABJs/NLdKV5pu5jw/s320/ST832594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kinda like this better. Then you get the flavour of the compote throughout the crepe rather than- Crepe. Apple and raisin. Chew chew chew... then it mixes. Now it's mixed before you start chewing to mix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I splurged on some cherries a couple of days ago... Cherries are so expensive. the cheapest I've seen for nice big cherries was $15 per kg. Apples cost about $2.50 per kilo (at the market. I've even gotten apples for $1/kg) The normal price for cherries are $20/kg!! WHY WHY WHY!??? They're supposed to be a local fruit which is IN SEASON! agh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... cherries look so pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpaaeWPzI/AAAAAAAABJk/uHbs6A9tJRo/s1600-h/ST832478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394016108396338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJpaaeWPzI/AAAAAAAABJk/uHbs6A9tJRo/s320/ST832478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274402006018934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJwrfNdxSI/AAAAAAAABKk/gwq0TsfbckI/s320/ST832475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6241369737298300189?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6241369737298300189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6241369737298300189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6241369737298300189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6241369737298300189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/munchies.html' title='Munchies'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/STJq99yYVzI/AAAAAAAABKU/UmMGR4vcgfk/s72-c/ST832492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5731261995280322291</id><published>2008-11-29T16:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:02:17.690+10:30</updated><title type='text'>It's funny</title><content type='html'>As soon as the exams ended, all inspiration and ideas to blog just... disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked the idea of having something to blog about everytime I'm on (and off) the computer. If only these ideas come when I'm FREE rather than when I'm in the midst of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an afternoon of house cleaning (and trust me, there was a lot to clean although my house is a tiny little pidgeon hole...) I'm sitting at my computer with a mug of Vanilla Latte and some Arnott's wheatmeal biscuits. yumyum. :)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my house still looks very messy. See, I cleaned the bathroom, and the floor and did all the dusting, cleaned the stove (even took out a screwdriver to open the vent area to clean!) but I haven't gotten rid of all the papers lying around the house. Those silly advertisement letters, letters from the bank, paid bills, scrap paper, scribbled notes, notes and more notes... So the house still looks like a junkyard. O right, and my clothes are finally in a nice neat pile... but unfolded &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sort that out by tomorrow... YL is coming to stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last paper on wednesday, I've met up with my first adelaide friend (i met her at the airport upon arrival!) for lunch to catch up before she leaves... I've had dinner with C and her bf and her housemates (sounds like i'm barging in her dinner doesn't it? lol. her family is mine!! :P)... then played a game called Time's up! which was a load of fun! Did lots of shopping, sorted out a number of important things like my Flight home, and went SHOPPING. So far I've only bought myself one dress though. just one dress... :( It's about time I go on a serious diet cuz I can't seem to find something that looks nice on me with my spare tyres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally went to work again after more than a week... and my manager put me on FRONT COUNTER. It's so nervewrecking. I've only been on frontcounter once before for a few minutes and i think i had like 2 customers... i can't remember what to do when, and I can't remember where all the buttons are and I would ask customers if it's eating in or take out and they'd answer me, but then I'd forget.... =.=" So anyway, I got help from the other crew, but I was still really lost, and when it got slightly busier I got asked to go back to the burger room... where I felt right at home. lol... It was fun though. I hope Ill get to do it again. I mean.. i gotta learn it sometime right? I'm gonna be a pharmacist (I think...) so I need to speak to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so enough on that. Tonight is the night! we're finally clubbing again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to feed my cousins now (the ducks and swans... :P) I better give C a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry for the long and boring post. I'll try to come up with something more exciting next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5731261995280322291?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5731261995280322291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5731261995280322291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5731261995280322291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5731261995280322291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8110409920288671246</id><published>2008-11-27T03:13:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:13:58.755+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy...</title><content type='html'>Feels GOOD to be done for the year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8110409920288671246?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8110409920288671246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8110409920288671246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8110409920288671246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8110409920288671246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4938413316895014552</id><published>2008-11-25T21:45:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:26:15.423+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Pictures galore</title><content type='html'>Remember I mentioned purple trees? Well there's one right outside my apartment!&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is edited... everyhing else looks grey :P (i just wish i had pictures of the tree without the blue sky background... purple and blue are so similar the pictures just turn out CRAP)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk6iZQzuI/AAAAAAAABJU/osYa_Nh_Edc/s1600-h/ST832454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272559483083607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk6iZQzuI/AAAAAAAABJU/osYa_Nh_Edc/s320/ST832454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk6J6Cx-I/AAAAAAAABJM/8G7hlim34tI/s1600-h/ST832435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272559476510214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk6J6Cx-I/AAAAAAAABJM/8G7hlim34tI/s320/ST832435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's purple trees, after some time you'll get a purple ground...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272559490376233906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk69j9c7I/AAAAAAAABJc/3rJq8_rFujU/s320/DSC02967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an idea i found from foodgawker.com. If you like ham, toast, and your eggs half done- it's the best thing ever. with some cracked pepper and salt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's meant to be breakfast food, but I had it for dinner. Isn't it pretty? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272558006725301474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvjkmiA1OI/AAAAAAAABI0/YRGOAgeFuds/s320/ST832456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272558009822828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvjkyEhWSI/AAAAAAAABI8/nYfb1CdspeE/s320/ST832457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk5xx_ByI/AAAAAAAABJE/Q656uMd3OHs/s1600-h/ST832460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272559470033962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk5xx_ByI/AAAAAAAABJE/Q656uMd3OHs/s320/ST832460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok it's slightly burnt at the edges cuz my oven temperature wasn't right im guessing... but no biggie... i just don't eat the carbonated bit :P)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought this pear because it was oh SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvjkOwNMRI/AAAAAAAABIs/xUEl3hVy1Q4/s1600-h/DSC02954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272558000342380818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvjkOwNMRI/AAAAAAAABIs/xUEl3hVy1Q4/s320/DSC02954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made fried rice today. And what better way to garnish, but with some egg nicely fried and cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvjjSz12NI/AAAAAAAABIc/RH0LVLn9zmI/s1600-h/DSC02974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272557984251500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvjjSz12NI/AAAAAAAABIc/RH0LVLn9zmI/s320/DSC02974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner after the Microbiology exam: Bento! (and fried squid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQ7uoeEI/AAAAAAAABIU/-KQPnmwSNuA/s1600-h/DSC02970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556569306363970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQ7uoeEI/AAAAAAAABIU/-KQPnmwSNuA/s320/DSC02970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a packet of little marshmellows recently... decided to have some fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQiMN2rI/AAAAAAAABIE/lkXuOoL4CuY/s1600-h/ST832444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556562451126962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQiMN2rI/AAAAAAAABIE/lkXuOoL4CuY/s320/ST832444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be one my favourite picture of all time... It just looks so.... SMUUSHY. =D If only i can make all my food pictures look this good...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQdCI2hI/AAAAAAAABH8/5xmJGyVEL1w/s1600-h/ST832447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556561066678802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQdCI2hI/AAAAAAAABH8/5xmJGyVEL1w/s320/ST832447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C gave me these when she returned my container the other day... can anyone tell me what fruit this is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQJ4AFcI/AAAAAAAABH0/dR6kZmFjVA8/s1600-h/ST832429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556555923887554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQJ4AFcI/AAAAAAAABH0/dR6kZmFjVA8/s320/ST832429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They're quite sweet but it doesnt have any distinctive taste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556569623312306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSviQ86Mt7I/AAAAAAAABIM/XLiaM3ybx4E/s320/DSC02951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4938413316895014552?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4938413316895014552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4938413316895014552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4938413316895014552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4938413316895014552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures galore'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SSvk6iZQzuI/AAAAAAAABJU/osYa_Nh_Edc/s72-c/ST832454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6299137472540730617</id><published>2008-11-24T20:16:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:36:43.870+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Ok. I admit, sometimes I can be a bit of a drama queen. Especially when I'm blogging about something :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got something done today. Which feels quite good really... since yesterday was a complete waste of time. There's still heaps of stuff I can't seem to get my head around though. Everything seems to revolve around MATH. I guess that's why they make us learn calculus right in the beginning of uni. It's got to do with &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. It amazed me how well I did in that course considering how bad my math is at the moment. I can't remember a thing from calculus, I can't do simple algebra, I can't rearrange equations correctly, and I can't type in numbers into my calculator correctly. Ok maybe that last point isn't so much about Math but it's still a problem I have. And a big one too. It's proved to be problematic numerous times in exam conditions where I realise my entire string of answers are wrong because I typed in the wrong numbers right at the beginning. EVEN AFTER CHECKING. I mean, what is the probability of typing in the same wrong numbers twice(or more) in a row right? And yet I do it all the time...&lt;br /&gt;And i only realise it's wrong a couple of minutes before time is up and I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; have the time to change all my answers. Agh. Thinking about it just frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;And the more I think about my past exams, the more I'm convinced I could fail. So maybe I shouldn't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was doing lots of thinking yesterday. Not the relevant type involving pharmaceutics. Just... thinking in general. Everytime we're having exams I think about the same thing: I MISS SCHOOL (and everything associated with it).&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with friends during free period, lunch break, morning break...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the schoolbell... which is strange since i don't remember what my schoolbell sounded like... but I think most of all it's the routine that we have at school that I miss. You dread the bell, then you anticipate the next bell, and everytime the bell goes you know exactly where you're heading. It's all about the bell...&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no bell. You just Go and do whatever you need to do.  OK I'm going slightly off track here talking about the silly BELL. &gt;&lt; Obviously procrastinating and wasting more valuable time...&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I really miss are my friends. I never really thought about it but last night I realised just how much I miss hanging out with them. It's so different now. The things we do and the things we talk about. I felt like sending a message to the people I miss, especially S and A but then I realised I didn't even have the phone number I needed! and I thought maybe if i sent them a message randomly it'll be too... random. So I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I finally went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6299137472540730617?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6299137472540730617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6299137472540730617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6299137472540730617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6299137472540730617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-721475281155466329</id><published>2008-11-24T00:07:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:32:16.995+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Medication</title><content type='html'>I discovered the importance of having spare medication today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt a headache coming on. When it started to get worse, I figured I should go to bed. So I did. You see, I've done this before and I never seem to learn from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; get rid of a headache. I think I've mentioned it a couple of times before on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 7:30 this morning with a throbbing head. I guess that's what woke me up in the first place. I don't usually wake up at 7am for no reason. So immediately I got out of bed and proceded to take a couple of Panadols and head back to sleep. That was the plan at least. Little did I know, when I went to the place I usually keep my pills- they weren't there. I looked through everything I had: flu medicine, vitamin C, EPO, Calcium supplements etc. but NO PANADOL. I went to look through my brother's stock of medications: more flu medicines, antibiotics, nSAID painkillers- BUT I NEEDED PANADOL. None.&lt;br /&gt;I looked through my wallet, my pencil cases, my bags... and no Panadol. I was starting to freak out, and my head was still throbbing. So I went back to the medicine shelf and looked again (by this time all my other meds were strewn all over the kitchen floor). I found a torchlight and I shone it to the back of the shelf (it was one of those very small, but but deep cubby holes.. if you know what I mean) and I FOUND PANADOL! 4 more tablets in a cut off blister packaging. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;So I took my panadols and went back to sleep. Woke up feeling a lot better. Panadol WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is completely ridiculous. But I had this running through my head from the time I found the tablets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I need to take this with a whole glass of water... Maybe even more, so it'll dissolve faster (increased dissolution)". So I drank a glass and a half of water. Then lying in bed- "I think I should lie on my back for a while to make sure the tablets would have time to dissolve before entering the SI (I had an empty stomach. It shouldn't take long) then later on turn on my right side. to make sure the tablets move into my SI and doesn't stay in my stomach.. would it be affected by the stomach acid? what's the structure of paracetamol? im sure i've seen it before.... How long does it take to dissolve anyway? I want the headache to GO AWAY. I can't sleep with it lingering...  So HOW does panadol work??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that and I had a stupid headache and all I wanted to do was to Sleep. Obviously it took me a while, but i finally managed to clear my head and drift off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going mad. And I blame it on all the studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is what I should be doing now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think by the end of the 4 years I'd be completely insane. Like a mad woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-721475281155466329?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/721475281155466329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=721475281155466329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/721475281155466329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/721475281155466329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/medication.html' title='Medication'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7490799996493688949</id><published>2008-11-21T23:27:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:33:14.032+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Like a Child</title><content type='html'>I feel like a little kid, and the mum at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laurane, STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yes yes... &lt;em&gt;*looks at the page for a minute, then starts to wonder around... starts playing with Zilzie, starts drawing pictures...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seriously. Concentrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; okok... I know I have to. I will. &lt;em&gt;*looks at the page for another minute... then starts singing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OI really. 14 hours to go. take away 8 hours of sleep time, and 2 hours for eating and travelling leaves 4 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hm. true. really should concentrate. &lt;em&gt;*Reads one slide. Then goes online and blogs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7490799996493688949?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7490799996493688949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7490799996493688949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7490799996493688949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7490799996493688949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-child.html' title='Like a Child'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1262881309181367422</id><published>2008-11-21T13:46:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:46:48.905+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Nescafe Vanilla Latte</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mmmm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good I feel like crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1262881309181367422?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1262881309181367422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1262881309181367422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1262881309181367422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1262881309181367422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/nescafe-vanilla-latte.html' title='Nescafe Vanilla Latte'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5210590186851713044</id><published>2008-11-21T02:27:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:38:54.506+10:30</updated><title type='text'>GTH</title><content type='html'>There is an excess of inconsiderate bastards in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are here to study. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;f not WHY ARE YOU HERE AT THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone likes your music OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a slight possibility that you're doing that cuz I'm reading aloud, but if you haven't yet noticed i've only started reading aloud BECAUSE your music is damn loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's like THE BATTLE OF THE MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they're going out. That guy and that girl. Both with stupid BLASTING music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fail micro I'll blame it on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 3 mins later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. now their FRIEND is SINGING. i mean, SERIOUSLY lah. this is a computer pool. not your friggin study room at home. SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5210590186851713044?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5210590186851713044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5210590186851713044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5210590186851713044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5210590186851713044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/gth.html' title='GTH'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3324994914351963739</id><published>2008-11-20T00:18:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:32:05.745+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>I hate that feeling. I was sitting in the exam hall and it kept on happening. Strange tingly nerves run up over your body and move straight to your face and your head. Everything just goes really hot and your brain freezes. You see the words but you're not reading. You might know what it's asking for and you might actually know the answer but at that moment, you can't do anything. You just stare at that paper and go SHIT I'm stuck. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you're doing, so you freak out and you get a brain freeze. Because you get a brain freeze, you can't think. So you don't know what you're doing. Question after question you read but you move on leaving a blank space. next question. dunno, blank. next question. blank. question. blank. Before you know it you've reached the end of the exam paper and you've left half of it BLANK. Time to go back and think and DO them. But because you've left so many blanks, you panic and your brain loses the ability to think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse than exam nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;Real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still feel like a world class idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, not just simply &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;idiot, but a Super World Class one. I'm pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got my reasons. Notice- plural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3324994914351963739?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3324994914351963739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3324994914351963739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3324994914351963739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3324994914351963739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5220560701945730849</id><published>2008-11-16T22:42:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:44:00.870+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><content type='html'>Ever logged on to MSN, appearing offline just to see who's online, then log off again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5220560701945730849?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5220560701945730849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5220560701945730849&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5220560701945730849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5220560701945730849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/pointless.html' title='Pointless'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5017960082282150412</id><published>2008-11-16T16:30:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:20:59.846+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you do things you later regret and ask yourself- &lt;em&gt;what was I thinking??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well technically I was thinking- It's for safety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished work at 5am last night. Usually on a Saturday night you probably don't want to be walking around town by yourself- If it was say.. 3am or something when there's a ton of drunk people around. It never occured to me that by 5am the place would be pretty quiet. And by 5:30am the sun is almost up... Moreover, on a Sunday morning at 5am the stalls for Rundle Street sunday Market would be going up and there would be normal respectable people out on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... yesterday one of my work friends asked if I wanted a ride cuz he was driving and at that time it just seemed like a good idea (thinking about the drunk ppl on the road...). He was going to drop off a couple of other people anyway, so I followed, but after I got in the car I just thought it probably wasn't the best idea. I live so close by its really quite ridiculous to take the car :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it worse was that when we got to rundle street, I realised that road is closed (for the sunday market) so he had to make weird U turns at illegal places (well there's a symbol that indicates NO U-TURN but everyone U-turns there anyway...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got out of the car and thanked him and as I headed home I started laughing to myself cuz I thought that's (one of) the most ridiculous thing I've ever done. They must have been thinking- &lt;em&gt;are you serious... she lives HERE and she needs a ride?!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday's shift (especially in the beginning) was hellish. It was super busy (wonder where the hell all these people are coming from!! its was like 8-10pm...) and there were 2 people in burger room. TWO people. What kind of planning is that?? after midnight there were 6. =.= anyway. I've now got sore arms... and C- get ready to be injured Xs I've lost count of the number of bumps and scratches I got last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5017960082282150412?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5017960082282150412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5017960082282150412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5017960082282150412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5017960082282150412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/embarassing-things.html' title='Embarassing things'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8324909189285010685</id><published>2008-11-13T17:15:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:45:15.883+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Recent Bakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caramel Slice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so sinful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268032448083365682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRvPma09jzI/AAAAAAAABG8/O8anI6qsRio/s320/ST832276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Appearance: 4/10 (well... the top looked good. The bottom crust however, was a disaster. So if you were only looking on top, i'd say 8/10. But overall... it's a horrible 4/10. you can't have caramel slice without the bottom layer... It looks nicer than reality in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texture: choc was good, caramel was good (a little bit crumbly the next day though), bottom failed. um... 3/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste: 5/10 (since the caramel layer was yummy... but like i said, the crust was a total failure. grading the crust alone i'd give it a -2/10. yep. its in the negatives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Butter Cake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sinful treats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268032463253985538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRvPnTV62QI/AAAAAAAABHM/fae3mRyO0_s/s320/ST832414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un-iced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268032454202196450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRvPmxnzgeI/AAAAAAAABHE/x2MYGg2lL8Y/s320/ST832404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: 7/10...? I'm not sure what it's supposed to look like without icing on it. i mean, is it meant to be cracked? cuz mine certainly cracked. But it looks yummier with cracks in it :P Iced... it just looks boring. i needed some decoration on it but heck, its going into my stomach anyway. and i didnt have anything to put on top... Oh and the marbling? Slight bit of a failure there as well. But I tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texture: 6/10. A bit too crumbly... got a bit dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste: 8/10. Dry or not... It was quite yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Steamed Banana Cake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK so it's not Baked. But it still has to go in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268032474233534594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRvPn8PpeII/AAAAAAAABHU/s2X9dn1tpTo/s320/ST832421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268032479171305922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRvPoOo54cI/AAAAAAAABHc/2bhx-cPiNXs/s320/ST832423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: 7/10. It looks like what it's supposed to look like... I guess. Except for the big holes near the top. I don't think it's supposed to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Texture: 8/10. It was soft and moist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taste: 0/10. Horror story. It could be that my pot I used to steam actually smells of other food, or my flour somehow absorbed the smell of spices in the pantry... But i swear, the cake had a spice flavour to it. All i put in there was banana, sugar, flour, oil, egg and water. so WHY does it smell of spice??? im so confused. Obviously banana cake should not have spice flavoring in it. doesnt work. It was pretty disgusting :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, I tried the healthier option to steam... but after that nasty experience, I think i'll stick with baking. I like cakes looking nice and brown anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M GOING TO WATCH ALICIA KEYS ON THE 18TH OF DECEMBER!!! I'm SO Excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8324909189285010685?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8324909189285010685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8324909189285010685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8324909189285010685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8324909189285010685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/recent-bakes.html' title='Recent Bakes'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRvPma09jzI/AAAAAAAABG8/O8anI6qsRio/s72-c/ST832276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-335021999731266566</id><published>2008-11-12T17:49:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:03:19.552+10:30</updated><title type='text'>When you start seeing RED on the temperature chart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRqEftPifHI/AAAAAAAABGs/BP0XlvzikC0/s1600-h/when+you+start+seeing+RED+on+the+temperature+chart....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267668394418797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRqEftPifHI/AAAAAAAABGs/BP0XlvzikC0/s320/when+you+start+seeing+RED+on+the+temperature+chart....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know Summer is almost here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. What a HOT day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-335021999731266566?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/335021999731266566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=335021999731266566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/335021999731266566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/335021999731266566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-start-seeing-red-on.html' title='When you start seeing RED on the temperature chart...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRqEftPifHI/AAAAAAAABGs/BP0XlvzikC0/s72-c/when+you+start+seeing+RED+on+the+temperature+chart....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8681175186749921231</id><published>2008-11-11T15:21:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:07:12.442+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Purple Trees</title><content type='html'>If you're in Adelaide and you happen to have the time... (take time off from studying!) take a walk (or take 99C) along wakefield road- where the fire station is. The trees are covered in the prettiest &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; flowers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have taken a picture but I was on the bus and I didn't have my camera with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edited at 9:05pm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at campus only 4 hours. I feel like I've been here for ages and I haven't gotten anything done. Well at least i got one part right. I read through stuff but I can't seem to make my brain remember anything. Too much effort. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8681175186749921231?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8681175186749921231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8681175186749921231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8681175186749921231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8681175186749921231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/purple-trees.html' title='Purple Trees'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4734972318642340822</id><published>2008-11-10T04:10:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:15:32.319+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The rainforests are depleting and trees are still being chopped down.</title><content type='html'>Why??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266715140352372210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRchhBHf7fI/AAAAAAAABGk/TaXgLIlbHJ0/s320/ST832419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for ONE semester, ONE student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine the amount of paper which is used in total!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you see why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmph... the bi-annual journey begins tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4734972318642340822?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4734972318642340822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4734972318642340822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4734972318642340822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4734972318642340822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainforests-are-depleting-and-trees-are.html' title='The rainforests are depleting and trees are still being chopped down.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRchhBHf7fI/AAAAAAAABGk/TaXgLIlbHJ0/s72-c/ST832419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7731960103574774199</id><published>2008-11-09T16:17:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:28:04.466+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny people</title><content type='html'>In the act of procrastination...&lt;br /&gt;I was (once again) browsing food blogs and came across this lady who started off her &lt;a href="http://www.ezrapoundcake.com/archives/946"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; with something more personal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Tonight, I was walking into the house, saw my reflection, screamed like a banshee and walked directly into the sliding glass. I thought my reflection was someone standing INSIDE my house. And I walked TOWARD it. Screaming. Now, I know what it feels like to be a horror movie bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my head off... (yes, at home and alone, I laughed aloud like a crazy hyena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it better was the comments left on her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bwahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;I watched my sister do that once. I laughed so hard I pee’d myself. Poor girl. Her head hurt too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gee... how kind is she!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Good luck with your scary reflection. I’m thinking next time you should run away when you thing there’s an intruder. But, that’s just me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Haha. I agree!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. So maybe you didn't find it as funny as i did. Maybe i was just bored. Or just as evil as the first person who commented. =P&lt;br /&gt;But if it did, i hope that de-stressed all you stressed people a little bit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7731960103574774199?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7731960103574774199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7731960103574774199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7731960103574774199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7731960103574774199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-people.html' title='Funny people'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-517620640184964322</id><published>2008-11-08T16:15:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:00:43.378+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pageant 2008</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 9:30am this morning, like a true-blue Adelaidean and dragged my lazy arse down to the middle North Terrace where hundreds of thousands of Adelaideans have gathered all along the route from South Terrace through the city since early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually watching TV at home trying to find out exactly what time it starts since last year i got up at 11am, saw a bit on TV, then decided to walk to the actual venue and when I arrived, it ended. Brilliant. So this year as soon as the TV started broadcasting it, I knew the parade had arrived to North Terrace and I went down just on time to see the start of the procession :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Note: The procession started at South Terrace. North Terrace was where it Ends. These poor people have been walking/dancing/playing what not for over 3kms already since it wasn't a straight route through the city)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266293701565910082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWiODS2jEI/AAAAAAAABBk/J8n7yDpczH0/s320/ST832283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were some dancers to introduce the Adelaide '08 Christmas Pageant&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266293707594314258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWiOZwIshI/AAAAAAAABBs/yq92Y0h-62Y/s320/ST832284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the floats begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0Cksv9oI/AAAAAAAABFs/7mHkypjHoR8/s1600-h/ST832303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313295583770242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0Cksv9oI/AAAAAAAABFs/7mHkypjHoR8/s320/ST832303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny purple monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0CS7Za1I/AAAAAAAABFk/SX2-YbTe5eQ/s1600-h/ST832311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313290813369170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0CS7Za1I/AAAAAAAABFk/SX2-YbTe5eQ/s320/ST832311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his cute monster friends&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266315444791059458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW1_rHspAI/AAAAAAAABGU/cRnaH3HLN7c/s320/ST832310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toby Toy Truck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxlRw1l0I/AAAAAAAABFU/lKQw49yb6hw/s1600-h/ST832312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310593261180738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxlRw1l0I/AAAAAAAABFU/lKQw49yb6hw/s320/ST832312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owl thing... :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxkjkIkFI/AAAAAAAABFM/nAs0f8lEcXo/s1600-h/ST832318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310580859867218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxkjkIkFI/AAAAAAAABFM/nAs0f8lEcXo/s320/ST832318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow white and the seven dwarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxkIyHxFI/AAAAAAAABFE/ulzd5ZqrGQk/s1600-h/ST832321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310573670777938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxkIyHxFI/AAAAAAAABFE/ulzd5ZqrGQk/s320/ST832321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puss in boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxjglgP3I/AAAAAAAABE8/Z7VWkzm6RS4/s1600-h/ST832327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310562880438130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxjglgP3I/AAAAAAAABE8/Z7VWkzm6RS4/s320/ST832327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aliens from outer space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxjBME0MI/AAAAAAAABE0/uhmgHz6qsdY/s1600-h/ST832336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310554452283586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWxjBME0MI/AAAAAAAABE0/uhmgHz6qsdY/s320/ST832336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307815431945298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWvDlivPFI/AAAAAAAABEs/1H4PectN_Vk/s320/ST832341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas cricket? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWudfAafYI/AAAAAAAABEk/YphZm_RfNu0/s1600-h/ST832345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307160842337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWudfAafYI/AAAAAAAABEk/YphZm_RfNu0/s320/ST832345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266293730085408210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWiPtibjdI/AAAAAAAABCE/IykdoEGPEIs/s320/ST832294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;CUPCAKES!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266293719950729746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWiPHyIohI/AAAAAAAABB8/WDjEHg6ELVQ/s320/ST832292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain hook. Arr!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWudKIDGmI/AAAAAAAABEc/MyuP6YT2lHQ/s1600-h/ST832355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307155237214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWudKIDGmI/AAAAAAAABEc/MyuP6YT2lHQ/s320/ST832355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kossy Koala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWucthvwHI/AAAAAAAABEU/E-TdhmKOAuU/s1600-h/ST832384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307147560370290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWucthvwHI/AAAAAAAABEU/E-TdhmKOAuU/s320/ST832384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girls on a christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWucLg5z5I/AAAAAAAABEM/i9BfW2V-p7I/s1600-h/ST832391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307138430029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWucLg5z5I/AAAAAAAABEM/i9BfW2V-p7I/s320/ST832391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWubon-LoI/AAAAAAAABEE/qwruaDc4pg8/s1600-h/ST832394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307129064435330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWubon-LoI/AAAAAAAABEE/qwruaDc4pg8/s320/ST832394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE presents in the sock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWrcsKfQJI/AAAAAAAABD8/XGwbB_9TAF8/s1600-h/ST832393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266303848659501202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWrcsKfQJI/AAAAAAAABD8/XGwbB_9TAF8/s320/ST832393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWrblflNWI/AAAAAAAABDs/tkwlceHwrOc/s1600-h/ST832398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266303829689054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWrblflNWI/AAAAAAAABDs/tkwlceHwrOc/s320/ST832398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were just a few. I can't possible post all of them up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait there's more! There were bagpipers and concert bands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWracP3IFI/AAAAAAAABDc/vPT-AK6zRWE/s1600-h/ST832349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266303810027331666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWracP3IFI/AAAAAAAABDc/vPT-AK6zRWE/s320/ST832349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy dancers&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266301001271735634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo280V9VI/AAAAAAAABC0/g0vQpcfhOq4/s320/ST832368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Funny little squared men&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266315434710993762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW1_FkbC2I/AAAAAAAABGM/Wk5iAdfFNuA/s320/ST832295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawings on the street (Lots of people showed up and waited since the early hours of the morning... it's become a new tradition for the children to draw on the streets with chalk while waiting for the procession to start - according to the report on TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313283915218114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0B5Ov_MI/AAAAAAAABFc/A2DnUBu0trs/s320/ST832348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Clowns! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big, small, real, fake...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266315437295326450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW1_PMk1PI/AAAAAAAABGE/iOES8LYXJQ8/s320/ST832297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313313298639426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0DmsTakI/AAAAAAAABF8/_nrUdKSyZ_c/s320/ST832298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313299706527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW0C0DsPXI/AAAAAAAABF0/Gn9kPDqp6G8/s320/ST832300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This clown was making fun of that police guy who was standing in front of us the entire time. The clowns kept on playing with him. I can't tell whether the police loved his job or not... he looked so embarassed yet so amused at the same time. haha!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo4tnFiMI/AAAAAAAABDU/F1molFX9NpM/s1600-h/ST832361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266301031549339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo4tnFiMI/AAAAAAAABDU/F1molFX9NpM/s320/ST832361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all... there were lots of KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;they were so cute to watch. they get so excited about the floats and the clowns and the fairies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo34joEDI/AAAAAAAABDM/Hm6crJ6a76I/s1600-h/ST832366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266301017307746354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo34joEDI/AAAAAAAABDM/Hm6crJ6a76I/s320/ST832366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stalked a little kid... too cute! :) (i hope no one who reads this knows this kid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo3gBKvEI/AAAAAAAABDE/D7rsQXtr5tU/s1600-h/ST832389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266301010720767042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo3gBKvEI/AAAAAAAABDE/D7rsQXtr5tU/s320/ST832389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people were waiting waiting waiting... for the end- when Father Christmas finally arrived!! This is the time when my camera decided to DIE. Luckily my phone has more than one function...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what i got to see of him... (that circled bit...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo3USrM5I/AAAAAAAABC8/kJg92hNT2Q8/s1600-h/Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266301007572972434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWo3USrM5I/AAAAAAAABC8/kJg92hNT2Q8/s320/Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then it ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just to prove that I WAS THERE (since last year I was a lazy bum and got lots of pictures off C instead of taking them myself)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWk98HeVgI/AAAAAAAABCk/X9WsTLaqqFI/s1600-h/Crowd+%26+ME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266296723296114178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWk98HeVgI/AAAAAAAABCk/X9WsTLaqqFI/s320/Crowd+%26+ME.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tadaa!! Yes, yours truly camwhored in the middle of the massive crowd. PLUS i had to take TWO shots because the first one I only managed to get my face nothing else in the background. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what a BAD picture of myself! My hair is so messed up. my glasses are wonky, my lips are dry, and my face looks so colourless. =.=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after that I walked over to HJ (cuz i left my apron in the staff room last night... I wanted to check if it was there) But i also wanted to see what the crew at HJ got up to for pageant day because they have been preparing for it! (can't imagine the crowd that went there to eat after the pageant ended... I kind of wished i was working though. would have been fun :) ) anyway, enough &lt;em&gt;going off track!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's T in a super cute gingerbread man costume. I'm sure the kids loved her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWk8wpsEQI/AAAAAAAABCM/RoiqAedvWZE/s1600-h/DSC02795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266296703038525698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWk8wpsEQI/AAAAAAAABCM/RoiqAedvWZE/s320/DSC02795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the rest of the front counter crew were also so cute... look!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266315697812970690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRW2OZs0nMI/AAAAAAAABGc/33hRHN0vfk0/s320/DSC02796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Christmas is definitely on it's way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266296715545834930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWk9fPqdbI/AAAAAAAABCU/0MYB6OC9AOg/s320/ST832401.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this was meant to be a pretty picture with "Seasons Greetings from the City of Adelaide" actually being readible... Unfortunately, it was a gloomy, rainy day.... so to read it you'll probably have to click on the picture to enlarge. Apart from that it would have been a pretty picture right??? &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-517620640184964322?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/517620640184964322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=517620640184964322&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/517620640184964322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/517620640184964322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-pageant-2008.html' title='Christmas Pageant 2008'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SRWiODS2jEI/AAAAAAAABBk/J8n7yDpczH0/s72-c/ST832283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1493024491432936525</id><published>2008-11-06T19:31:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:38:52.932+10:30</updated><title type='text'>FLY ATTACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rescue.com/photos/Bug_photos/Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rescue.com/photos/Bug_photos/Fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flies in Adelaide have woken up today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been hints in the past week, but today... they're up and about. FOR REAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for me, I wasn't brutally attacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking behind a group of about five people just now. Each and every one of them had about three flies each following them. Buzzing around their face, sitting on their clothes, their bag, their hair... I was careful to keep my distance. I realised that anyone who walks close to them would unwillingly 'pick up' some flies for themselves. So I stayed away. I trailed behind them even though they were walking really slowly... I couldn't walk past them. It was too risky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I got today were a couple of flies that attacked for only about a second each. *phew* So that was bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1493024491432936525?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1493024491432936525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1493024491432936525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1493024491432936525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1493024491432936525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/fly-attack.html' title='FLY ATTACK!!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-924990912280636203</id><published>2008-11-06T01:36:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:45:34.063+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the lecture hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It can happen to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone of us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone you think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone can fall...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of a break between lectures today because they all seem to end a few mins early. C had her ipod with her and she had a song stuck in her head. Kenangan Terindah to be precise. So there we were, listening to that... and writing out lyrics to the chorus :P and then the Gareth Gates song came up. And the rest of today I've been singing that over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good though :) a nice change to the same songs that keep on getting stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope and pray within the next couple of days I'm still standing. Not a time to fall for me... But definitely close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for T cuz i'm not doing much with my reports which are due on friday. I've tried. I've spent SO many hours on it you have no idea. I just can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't teach you much here. You have to learn a lot of it by yourself. Especially when it comes to Practicals. And most of all when the practicals are run by a ball of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scarecrow with no brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-924990912280636203?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/924990912280636203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=924990912280636203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/924990912280636203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/924990912280636203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/singing-in-lecture.html' title='Singing in the lecture hall'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5544950754719748865</id><published>2008-11-04T02:09:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:14:56.081+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm so obessive!!!</title><content type='html'>I need to get it out of my head. It's interferring with my concentration. Which is already at a very very low level...&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help when I;m singing songs in my head at the same time. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(but now my computer's messed up and It's not playing any sounds... not even my iTunes music. :S please please get better when i turn you on tomorrow...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning (or should i say, in 8 hours) I will sit for my counselling exam. This year it's written. Not recorded as an oral assesment... In a way it's good, but in a way it's bad. you know what I mean. I wish we had more practise at proper counselling before next year's big scary video recorded thing we need to do. that's IF they don't change the syllabus like that did to us this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins. and i'm done for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go shopping. then i'll do my reports....&lt;br /&gt;darn those reports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5544950754719748865?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5544950754719748865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5544950754719748865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5544950754719748865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5544950754719748865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-obessive.html' title='I&apos;m so obessive!!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7238379771419817070</id><published>2008-11-02T18:14:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:16:38.043+10:30</updated><title type='text'>For the Ladies</title><content type='html'>My mum forwarded this to me on my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So - if you give her crap, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7238379771419817070?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7238379771419817070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7238379771419817070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7238379771419817070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7238379771419817070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-ladies.html' title='For the Ladies'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4054255956525113893</id><published>2008-11-01T16:38:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:47:48.409+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Beatles</title><content type='html'>OK i admit wasting half my day youtube-ing songs from the musical 'Across the Universe' with songs from the beatles.... (due to M's blog about her watching the movie, I suddenly remembered how much I loved it and really felt like wtaching it again. Plus, Jim Sturgess is adorable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I was thinking about dinner and how i have some fish and how my steamed fish yesterday could have been better...&lt;br /&gt;so i went online to look for ideas and I found something written by someone who calls him/herself "Hey Jude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later i came by a food blog entitled "I get by with a little help from my friends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is up &lt;/em&gt;with the Beatles?? Suddenly popping up everywhere... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's like the smell of bacteria/agar that crept up everywhere the day I sniffed it in the micro lab... :S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they've always been around and I never noticed cuz i mean, if you quoted that to me a while ago i wouldn't have known its a beatles song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4054255956525113893?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4054255956525113893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4054255956525113893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4054255956525113893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4054255956525113893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/attack-of-beatles.html' title='Attack of the Beatles'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-2586054013158620978</id><published>2008-11-01T01:02:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:28:40.680+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Roses are Red and Violets are Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsay8xPscI/AAAAAAAABBc/KvsiNB70Nl4/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or are they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about violets... but Roses come in more colours than &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaytecqnI/AAAAAAAABBU/DryMHIXXi1A/s1600-h/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263330048015641202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaytecqnI/AAAAAAAABBU/DryMHIXXi1A/s320/DSC02766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaytIqeCI/AAAAAAAABBM/WYxe3PdZqkk/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263330047924271138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaytIqeCI/AAAAAAAABBM/WYxe3PdZqkk/s320/DSC02765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be pretty pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsayBH2qkI/AAAAAAAABBE/WUmrrnJeIs8/s1600-h/DSC02767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263330036109716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsayBH2qkI/AAAAAAAABBE/WUmrrnJeIs8/s320/DSC02767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or a pinky purple... (the colour turned out So pretty here!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaRZytShI/AAAAAAAABA0/5JQABONxqQM/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263329475796224530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaRZytShI/AAAAAAAABA0/5JQABONxqQM/s320/DSC02775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure White...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaQw9DFeI/AAAAAAAABAs/XvU-ii0WzGs/s1600-h/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263329464833742306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaQw9DFeI/AAAAAAAABAs/XvU-ii0WzGs/s320/DSC02771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Orangey yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaQf80hGI/AAAAAAAABAk/P1FOxD88gpk/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263329460269384802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaQf80hGI/AAAAAAAABAk/P1FOxD88gpk/s320/DSC02770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purply blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaQBYZc1I/AAAAAAAABAc/uIKwxkbQT9w/s1600-h/DSC02768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263329452063552338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaQBYZc1I/AAAAAAAABAc/uIKwxkbQT9w/s320/DSC02768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And everything in between.... except green. :S I don't think there are green roses... are there?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263329485397138706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaR9jvnRI/AAAAAAAABA8/Rw2FPraRt4o/s320/DSC02773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and next- FOOD! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZpbKjOiI/AAAAAAAABAU/emd00VNP5QI/s1600-h/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263328788969896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZpbKjOiI/AAAAAAAABAU/emd00VNP5QI/s320/DSC02779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This looks rather pathetic but it was my attempt to make the dish look pretty- gone wrong. too much vege. With this much vege, the fish should really be on top, not hidden underneath.. but i couldnt move it or it'll break. cuz this fish is very delicate when cooked... It kind of falls to pieces :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all of a sudden i had this urge to buy myself some tortilla wraps... So i did. and that's what i've been having for my meals. They're SO good though. with chicken or ham... and letture tomatoes and avocado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little bit too greedy and had a bit too much stuff in my wrap though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263328781388571970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZo-7BZUI/AAAAAAAABAE/i3IglQCVt6c/s320/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But turned out OK in the end... i just had to grip it Tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZpZfyWPI/AAAAAAAABAM/RFX8vYYXZJg/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263328788522096882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZpZfyWPI/AAAAAAAABAM/RFX8vYYXZJg/s320/DSC02760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was *YuM* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally... start with roses, end with roses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZov9uSNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/C5Ea4-N4EiI/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263328777373370578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsZov9uSNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/C5Ea4-N4EiI/s320/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my attempt to re-create the tomato rose I learnt how to make when I was on Project Week in Bangkok. S, K, R and I went for a cooking class one day after 4 days of volunteer work in the slum child care centers. It was an experience of a lifetime :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-2586054013158620978?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/2586054013158620978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=2586054013158620978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2586054013158620978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2586054013158620978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/11/roses-are-red-and-violets-are-blue.html' title='Roses are Red and Violets are Blue'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQsaytecqnI/AAAAAAAABBU/DryMHIXXi1A/s72-c/DSC02766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-98727471490054346</id><published>2008-10-31T14:16:00.010+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:29:57.991+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Risky, risky post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Haha. It finally happened. The waiting paid off, and oh it feels &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;It's about feeling the authority, feeling important, feeling like people Want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a small little thing like that can make me feel so satisfied. Q probably hasn't even put a single thought into it. Yet here I am smiling, laughing to myself for what has just happened.&lt;br /&gt;It's a confidence booster. To me, that places me not only above Q but also above R. Mainly because at one point I felt like Q and R are 'above' me. I don't know how many people do that but I tend to classify people with statuses. Not everyone, but some people. (I know it's not healthy, but it's an unconscious thing... it just happens. C knows what I'm talking about...) And everytime I manage to climb up my status ladder, or push someone off and out of the way, it just boosts that self-esteem a little bit more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-98727471490054346?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/98727471490054346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=98727471490054346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/98727471490054346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/98727471490054346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/risky-risky-post.html' title='Risky, risky post...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-9188353905105951063</id><published>2008-10-31T13:45:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:53:57.068+10:30</updated><title type='text'>It's in It's in It's in!!!</title><content type='html'>my application i meant....&lt;br /&gt;well i hope it goes through. i've technically just popped it into the internal mail pidgeon hole... hopefully it gets sent off to the right place, soon. I should actually be all excited about it only after I get a confirmation that they've received it...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I really want to post pictures now but I'm in campus and I have no pictures with me :(&lt;br /&gt;So too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test this morning was rather disasterous... What's the point of giving us a practice test if the practice test is almost Nothing like the actual test!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse than discovering a vital bit of information that would affect 2 answers only about 30 seconds before the invigilator calls "TIME'S UP! Stop writing." !??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... it obviously could have gone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*New record! 30 posts in a month. thats like one a day... except sometimes I posted More than one a day and i skipped a few days...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-9188353905105951063?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/9188353905105951063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=9188353905105951063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/9188353905105951063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/9188353905105951063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-in-its-in-its-in.html' title='It&apos;s in It&apos;s in It&apos;s in!!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8827803297108135206</id><published>2008-10-31T01:42:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:48:11.352+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Dude...</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to want to sleep. My test starts in about 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Today the day started out kind of lazy... but after some exercise... i got a bit too hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not only completed my torrens river jog in less time than i usually need... I started off my jog today from the Botanic gardens... looking for the rose garden. Which i found and its gorgeous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i really should SLEEP. although im really quite alert right now... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8827803297108135206?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8827803297108135206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8827803297108135206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8827803297108135206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8827803297108135206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/dude.html' title='Dude...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4000657384854398453</id><published>2008-10-29T23:10:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:30:04.634+10:30</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of an update</title><content type='html'>KJ was saying on her blog something like no matter how many times she reads through her archives she'll never get bored of it. I cannot agree more.&lt;br /&gt;I guess with personal blogs like this, it's truly understandable. I mean, we blog about how we feel, what we think and whats going on in our lives at that point in time. It's all very 'syok sendiri', or in other words- self loving. It's about us. ME. Who cares more about ourselves than... ourselves? I want to know how I've grown, how I've changed (or not), what I was thinking and how I felt before about certain things. Other people don't really care about how we feel in the past do they? Unless they're a stalker and want to know every single thing about you. (Now that's a scary thought...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going slightly off topic...&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy reading my archives because what I write really shows who I am. And for that reason I don't mind friends and the public reading it as well. If it was a school paper like a creative writing essay, or a literature commentary or something, then NO i would never read it over again, nor would I let ANYONE else read it because I think my writing style is ridiculous. But when it comes to free writing like this when i write whatever that comes to mind, its all ME...&lt;br /&gt;and I think my blog entries are not THAT boring. (ah more self loving...) ok fine. sometimes they're just plain boring. Especially when I go on about 'my day'. I mean, who cares about my day... when i'm reading back i dont read those blog posts that talk about 'my day' and those with lots of text that doesn't contain any interesting information. like this post for instance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's a bit of a risk because when you pour yourself out so much in a blog, people know everything about you. and they can judge you. But in the end of the day, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ignore the ending bit. You know how sometimes you have thoughts in your head but you just can't get it out in words that make sense... that's what's happened there. So if it made no sense to you or it was very repetitive then... just ignore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4000657384854398453?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4000657384854398453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4000657384854398453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4000657384854398453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4000657384854398453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-sake-of-update.html' title='For the sake of an update'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5709127705729076459</id><published>2008-10-28T00:16:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:38:25.417+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Zombie night</title><content type='html'>Apparently 25th October, Saturday night was International Zombie Night or something like that... that's what my manager told me anyway, when a bunch of zombies walked into Hungry Jacks screaming "CHIPS! WE WANT CHIPS!" but then bought some real food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I don't have enough guts to ask these people to stop so i could take a picture of them, i ended up with a bunch of stalker pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGv9doOBI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oNIWiFYHo5s/s1600-h/DSC02718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830266907277330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGv9doOBI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oNIWiFYHo5s/s320/DSC02718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGv0J_RQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/eRN2O62SE2U/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830264408982786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGv0J_RQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/eRN2O62SE2U/s320/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGvqRcvKI/AAAAAAAAA_E/wxEcKfKJZSU/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830261755919522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGvqRcvKI/AAAAAAAAA_E/wxEcKfKJZSU/s320/DSC02708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl in blue (above) carried around a dead bunny :( its head is falling off and blood was everywhere... i wonder how the bunny died... why would someone want to chop off a poor bunny's head!?? and NOT SUCCEED??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGvf0dRwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/90ep1jmlYE4/s1600-h/DSC02706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830258949965570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGvf0dRwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/90ep1jmlYE4/s320/DSC02706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGvO8Cn1I/AAAAAAAAA-0/EUD9ZLmu6YU/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830254418370386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGvO8Cn1I/AAAAAAAAA-0/EUD9ZLmu6YU/s320/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after a long time hanging outside HJ CW and I decided to head to my house... kind of. We headed to Scoozi to look at their cakes first and after taking a very long time to decide whether to eat or not, we didn't eat any cakes and we went to my house, played cards... and then ended up doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830811702989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXHPq_DFKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/bBA3zNYK3YQ/s320/DSC02728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lol... so random man. but CW showed me how to make the butterfly!!  :) so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ended up with 1 more quarter of the apple... and in spirit of Halloween coming up next week.. i came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830814650971090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXHP195s9I/AAAAAAAAA_k/wXe9uf5ZUGI/s320/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i gave it eyes...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830824844694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXHQb8Rk_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/xaPzfNcF6qc/s320/DSC02746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a video of the apple head! the eyes move... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6cb4129ffac4d70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6cb4129ffac4d70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBD63CBBC9BD8BEF1A02677D540D0E3DADDAD075.526740DEDE8BEBAD53DF4C3FF0E7E7D0D8DE5748%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6cb4129ffac4d70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCjtWD-yAZvmfpIaSVJzif5B39IY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6cb4129ffac4d70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBD63CBBC9BD8BEF1A02677D540D0E3DADDAD075.526740DEDE8BEBAD53DF4C3FF0E7E7D0D8DE5748%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6cb4129ffac4d70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCjtWD-yAZvmfpIaSVJzif5B39IY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the weapon of choice and what's left of the apple... :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261830833732896162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXHQ9DYxaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/LO8pvtmv_E8/s320/DSC02739.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5709127705729076459?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6cb4129ffac4d70&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5709127705729076459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5709127705729076459&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5709127705729076459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5709127705729076459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/zombie-night.html' title='Zombie night'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SQXGv9doOBI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oNIWiFYHo5s/s72-c/DSC02718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6631315226490035035</id><published>2008-10-23T16:36:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:46:57.622+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Toothache?</title><content type='html'>Or is there such thing as a gum ache...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone who brushes my teeth religiously- morning and night. Without fail. I just have to. It's a routine thing that I do. But I never floss. People tell me I need to floss my teeth, but everytime I do, it causes problems. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what happened a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what these people told me and thought maybe it's about time I start flossing my teeth. So I did. It was all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day however... my gums hurt. not all over... just... this one place.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i have another wisdom tooth growing at the back... So far, just like my first one- it hasn't caused any problems. I can see about 4mm of it now... But ever since that flossing incident, my gum around that area hurts. It didn't help that when i ate my cereal this morning, i bit down really hard on some hard bit (dried apple im guessing...) at that painful tender area... OMG that hurt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered the possibility of a cavity in my tooth... but its not the nerves in the tooth or whatever that hurts, its the gum area, away from all that teeth... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i vaguely remember something like that happening before sometime ago... But after a while (a few days... longer than now) it went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully *fingers crossed* the pain goes away soon. And it'll probably be a while before I use the floss again :S or maybe just floss the front and ignore the back cuz its always the back that's causing problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this doesn't resolve itself in the next few days... Maybe it's time i visited a dentist somewhere outside Kuantan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the dentist anyway?? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6631315226490035035?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6631315226490035035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6631315226490035035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6631315226490035035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6631315226490035035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/toothache.html' title='Toothache?'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-2422684429340731616</id><published>2008-10-22T12:50:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:03:00.525+10:30</updated><title type='text'>WHOA</title><content type='html'>It's a bit overwhelming to get so many results back in one day.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me though, I did better than I had expected to :)&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time I got back a test with higher than 80% score &gt;&lt; (this is for the pathology exam the first day back to uni after 2 weeks break...)&lt;br /&gt;the other one which was worth like... 25% well... I'm just really glad i didn't fail :)&lt;br /&gt;Could have been worse. MUCH worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, due to lack of sleep the previous couple of nights (i had about 9 hrs sleep in total for sunday and monday night...) I was completely exhausted yesterday. I actually attempted to go for a jog in the evening, started off and I just couldn't get myself to jog. Well, on top of that I started having a stomachache about 5 mins after i started walking. =.=&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. what was supposed to be a 50 mins workout, turned out to be a 1h20mins walk plus about 10mins of mini jogging. lol. anyway i got home... had some nuggets and red bean soup for diner... then had to sort out some calculations i managed to mess up for my group report. I was falling asleep while looking through the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;So after i sent it off to my group members...&lt;br /&gt;i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so... strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it was kind of 11 hours of sleep. i woke up a gazillion times... at 11pm, at midnight, at 1am, at 6am... i just couldnt sleep properly~ but well... i didnt want to get up. i needed sleep!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-2422684429340731616?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/2422684429340731616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=2422684429340731616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2422684429340731616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2422684429340731616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoa.html' title='WHOA'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5617081901984623845</id><published>2008-10-21T15:30:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:43:37.422+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is Here!</title><content type='html'>Flowers are blooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259468796277001298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jAR1XjFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/D-902Fp8DJw/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (shut up, I know it looks green. but theres SOME flowers... &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cygnets (baby swans) are out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jAtrn8yI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OcycrsDjtgc/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259468803752325922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jAtrn8yI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OcycrsDjtgc/s320/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( I googled it... who the hell knows what a cygnet is...!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND STRAWBERRIES ARE BACK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jA3h0sGI/AAAAAAAAA-U/l0DcTzVqAlY/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259468806395572322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jA3h0sGI/AAAAAAAAA-U/l0DcTzVqAlY/s320/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jA34kqQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/je6LsgkLqHw/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259468806490990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jA34kqQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/je6LsgkLqHw/s320/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; muahaha. self loving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was also randomly strolling around the city today and found this shop at chinatown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look! SO CUTE. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jBAggXRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/I4XwWKaNQD4/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259468808805965074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jBAggXRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/I4XwWKaNQD4/s320/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also sold strange looking things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259469279681878658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jcaqEmoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/PTupPkZN8KI/s320/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5617081901984623845?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5617081901984623845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5617081901984623845&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5617081901984623845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5617081901984623845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring Is Here!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SP1jAR1XjFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/D-902Fp8DJw/s72-c/DSC02671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1430488014995419744</id><published>2008-10-20T00:57:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:13:44.319+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>steak with mashed potatoes and corn&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFf_-eZgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/WFJ8GSko-z8/s1600-h/ST832063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873405936920066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFf_-eZgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/WFJ8GSko-z8/s320/ST832063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I copied Astor's way of serving- put the steak over the potatoes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oven baked chicken and peanut sauce (ok. a bit of a failure but didnt taste that bad. the chicken was good though. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFgNOKSfI/AAAAAAAAA9c/c1ht1EzEqBY/s1600-h/ST832162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873409492371954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFgNOKSfI/AAAAAAAAA9c/c1ht1EzEqBY/s320/ST832162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had veges separately ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'cake' which was really easy to make and everyone was complimenting i felt quite bad. but it was mum's uni life secret to easy yummy dessert that can't go wrong... so i didn't say much about it.... lol. (it looks so ugly though. didnt have a proper icing pump and i didnt know how to fold a proper one. the choc was coming out funnily...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFgRMSoQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/J-Cq0TOqVnI/s1600-h/ST832163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873410558271746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFgRMSoQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/J-Cq0TOqVnI/s320/ST832163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFgm4XqOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7hbQRDQTYhU/s1600-h/ST832165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873416380295394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFgm4XqOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7hbQRDQTYhU/s320/ST832165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ee... i just realised theres this big white patch of random cream on the side... =.= ugly pic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFhGJGYxI/AAAAAAAAA90/D7EqIVz-RiI/s1600-h/ST832173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873424771965714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFhGJGYxI/AAAAAAAAA90/D7EqIVz-RiI/s320/ST832173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ignore the mess around it. it was difficult to cut&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw some food online when i was at uni which had pretty decoration on it. couldn't wait to get my hands on an apple to try it. so when i got home i picked up and apple and this is what i got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258874215064847410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtGPGNmxDI/AAAAAAAAA98/sBj3VRM3zcg/s320/ST832184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;alright fine, so its probably way to big for my little glass (plus, when i saw it it was on a dessert, not glass of juice, but i had some apple mango juice and thought why not use it for something instead of just sitting there, then stuffed in my mouth)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1430488014995419744?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1430488014995419744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1430488014995419744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1430488014995419744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1430488014995419744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPtFf_-eZgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/WFJ8GSko-z8/s72-c/ST832063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-45213282349270760</id><published>2008-10-19T22:39:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:57:15.524+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Totally guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 3 hours of lecture. bored to death. Then went to the bank with my vice president to sort out the club accounts. Headed to woolies after that to buy drinks (i was pulling an empty trolley around rundle mall and to the bank. &gt;&lt; was rather embarassing... but imagine hauling enough drinks for 10 people from rundle back home.... im so glad i brought it). Got home, dont know whre the rest of the time disappeared to, and before i knew it i was meeting people at Cafe Amore for dinner. After dinner, some people had to go home. The rest came over to my little apartment unit for drinks and card games and silly things like acting things out while we get the ex-president to sing :P The night ended later than we expected and since i had the house to myself i had some people sleeping over. slept at an ungodly hour of 6am or so~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up around noon. Had pancakes for brunch and conie and i played a number of rounds of Speed and Heart Attack again before she went home at around 4pm. im sure we didnt spend 4 hours on card games but im not sure where the time went. then i heated some stuff up for dinner, and went to work at 6pm. finish at 11:30. Went to conie's place and played with a beachball in her room... i felt bad for her housemates cuz the ball hitting the ceiling, walls, floor and anythign in sight was pretty loud... initially, thought might do something with kavi since its her bday is today but turned out mun was smsing the wrong phone, so we didnt hear much from them. then both of us went to have something to eat, then came over to my place, did a bit of facial... some manicure... and slept at another ungodly hour of about 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: got up late noon today, messed around a bit more doing nothing~ dont know what else... then had dinner with friends because its Kavi's birthday (happy birthday kavi!!) then went to gelatissimo for some dessert... and now i'm here at campus to print out lecture notes. 200 slides of immunology notes to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do something uni-related.&lt;br /&gt;like studying perhaps...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;darn. one more post and the pretty boys currently on my blog will go into archive and can no longer be seen... &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTH Half my post disappeared!!! I'm so confused. so now i had to fix it. and its annoying trying to write the same thing for the second time. it just always sounds better the first time round. now i'm just BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-45213282349270760?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/45213282349270760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=45213282349270760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/45213282349270760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/45213282349270760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3220584721109424162</id><published>2008-10-16T01:41:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:01:03.396+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Time To Myself</title><content type='html'>I was angry today. Not at anyone in particular (although Foster talking about yesterday's test and Hayball being who he is pissed me off quite a bit) but - at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started at a late 1:10pm today. I was up way before that. So I had loads of time to get sorted before attending class. For some stupid reason however, I only left home at 12:55pm. Got to campus, then realised I brought the wrong bag but it was too late to go home and get other bag. I didn't have any of my notes that I needed for lectures today. Honestly speaking, at that time I wasn't even sure what lectures I was going to have. So it took me a while to find a computer because it was sort of peak hour... when I finally managed to find one, and look up my timetable, I thought at that time- i needed to print out one set of lecture notes. Then I remembered my print quota had finished, so I had to top up my quota. After doing that I remembered that i didnt have any notes to print and that the notes i needed were actually at home, printed already. So after checking my timetable and knowing what class i had and where it was, i headed to class- a couple of minutes late. Lecture had already started. Lucky for me I didn't walk in alone, and I didn't need my notes for that lecture. Lucky for me also, the lecture ended early today, so I had about 20 mins to go home and get my notes for the next couple of lectures....&lt;br /&gt;At such a critical time like this I show up at campus not knowing what I'm doing, where I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;I should be angry at myself. I should actually &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;  something about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, with my stupid hormones running amok and the whole thing about me being annoyed at myself and lecturers... and everythign in general. I left after class without talking to anyone really. I went to Rundle Mall and tried a bit of Retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Spent ages in Valleygirl... of all shops, valleygirl plays the nicest music. :) After trying on about uhm... 10 different clothes, i got myself the top I've been eyeing since the day they put it out on display (its one of those they display right at the entrance).&lt;br /&gt;then i went to Woolies and bought some much needed food. Not much though. Cuz i'm heading to the market tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and watched much TV... but i realised how filthy my house looks so i cleaned it up a bit... my room is still a bit of a mess though. but at least the floors are clean and the black stains on the carpet in front of the entrance door has been cleaned... thankfully they came off! (turns out all i needed was some clothes detergent. i bought a carpet cleaner but that turned out to be pretty useless for that stain... &gt;&lt;) This urge to clean the house usually indicates that my P is coming soon. I know. Weird. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also baked a batch of oat &amp;amp; raisin muffins, and made some pancakes today. why all the baking?&lt;br /&gt;I have milk that is expiring tomorrow so i need a way to finish up my milk. And i felt like making food! but i can only eat so much right? baked stuff can be kept.(except maybe the pancakes... but i kept those anyway) In the end i only used 2 1/2 cups of milk... maybe i could just have cereal tomorrow morning and finish it up. but what about my pancakes...? :S silly silly. maybe susbstitute pancakes for bread and make a sandwich out of it! (ew... gross.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are thinking- why not just drink up the milk?&lt;br /&gt;I never liked drinking plain white milk &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day. I'm surprised if you read through it all.&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3220584721109424162?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3220584721109424162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3220584721109424162&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3220584721109424162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3220584721109424162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-myself.html' title='Time To Myself'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1049050969260929459</id><published>2008-10-15T02:53:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:58:51.934+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Motion City Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me that you're alright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah everything is alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh please tell me that you're alright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah everything is alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I had this tune playing over and over in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, the test... =failure. well, i HOPE i don't fail. if i get a 50% i'll be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;we only had 40 mins! wth. 40 mins for 25%?? not enough time...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight i spent about 3 hours watching pointless boring TV, then spent another 3 hours reading Harry Potter again. :) What a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1049050969260929459?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1049050969260929459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1049050969260929459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1049050969260929459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1049050969260929459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/motion-city-soundtrack.html' title='Motion City Soundtrack'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6470890463800598274</id><published>2008-10-15T02:33:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:37:48.489+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Too old?</title><content type='html'>Naaah!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting... Richard Gere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPTC-6wbbkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/BagCT-DNJs8/s1600-h/richard_gere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041051228270146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPTC-6wbbkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/BagCT-DNJs8/s320/richard_gere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took me a while, but i think the reason why i found him attractive as well is because he's got the same eyes as the previous 3 guys... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old or not, he's still the most charming man on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched Shall We Dance?&lt;br /&gt;The following picture is a scene from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPTC_KPGcuI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DWiG-Ij0g7U/s1600-h/richard+gere+elevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041055383450338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPTC_KPGcuI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DWiG-Ij0g7U/s320/richard+gere+elevator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's one of my favourite movie scenes... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6470890463800598274?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6470890463800598274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6470890463800598274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6470890463800598274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6470890463800598274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-old.html' title='Too old?'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPTC-6wbbkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/BagCT-DNJs8/s72-c/richard_gere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8064881225865584038</id><published>2008-10-14T02:41:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:46:24.957+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing it again</title><content type='html'>It's 2:40am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not studying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried but not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;To think about it... i don't really feel the need to study.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just be like normal people who feels the need to, and actually do- study before a test?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i just sit down and study instead of drawing things all over the paper, watching tv, eating, scribbling, staring at notes... and not doing anything productive at all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, i don't even have that sinking feeling in my stomach now. that feeling of 'OMG im going to fail tmrw's paper. NEED TO STUDY'&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; feel like i'm going to fail, but im not feeling the 'need to study' bit. whats wrong with me!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sometime later i'll be going on about how i'm not meant to be on this course, i'm doing the wrong thing. i should be doing something easier- but to think about it i don't think other courses would be any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8064881225865584038?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8064881225865584038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8064881225865584038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8064881225865584038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8064881225865584038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-doing-it-again.html' title='I&apos;m doing it again'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-816960139291154862</id><published>2008-10-13T02:42:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:45:05.250+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when...</title><content type='html'>When your Notes make sense as they are, but doesn't help in answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;You're still on the waiting list for a textbook from the library.&lt;br /&gt;The test is a day away... ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-816960139291154862?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/816960139291154862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=816960139291154862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/816960139291154862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/816960139291154862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-do-when.html' title='What do you do when...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3035760635097300328</id><published>2008-10-12T16:30:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:35:33.733+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a girlie tween again... :)</title><content type='html'>Never before have i done this (post hot celeb pics) on my blog. (or have i?? o.O ive been proven to have a very bad memory...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chace crawford&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPGSx4zNcmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/S16PQKV7Iec/s1600-h/chacecrawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256143625876501090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPGSx4zNcmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/S16PQKV7Iec/s320/chacecrawford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh Hartnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256143625504513954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPGSx3ahX6I/AAAAAAAAA80/7-WtAVzgD1I/s320/josh+hartnett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zac Effron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPGSyFB59LI/AAAAAAAAA88/_J7sFEL4lvE/s1600-h/zac_efron20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256143629159363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPGSyFB59LI/AAAAAAAAA88/_J7sFEL4lvE/s320/zac_efron20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They all have something in common...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. maybe not just 'something'. MANY things... But there's &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; thing which makes you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*melt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3035760635097300328?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3035760635097300328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3035760635097300328&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3035760635097300328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3035760635097300328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like-girlie-tween-again.html' title='I feel like a girlie tween again... :)'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SPGSx4zNcmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/S16PQKV7Iec/s72-c/chacecrawford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7522990910261498154</id><published>2008-10-11T14:52:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:21:29.592+10:30</updated><title type='text'>One of those times...</title><content type='html'>I thought my test is starting at 8am instead of 4pm this coming tuesday. Now i have a work shift at 11-6:30pm and i'm screwed. Fingers crossed i'd be able to find someone to take over my shift... i'll find out later today. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ack... i feel SO SO Bad... jodie has to go sort out shifts again... &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent started studying for this tuesday's test. And now that shift thing is making me so worried i can't concentrate. ok thats just an excuse. i can't concentrate normally anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG it's 25%!!!! WTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what time my class started on weds. arrived 30mins early and Freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house once again looks like a hurricane just went through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work last week. Almost late again last night. I lost my uniform cap. Now i dont know how im going to go to work, ask for a shift change, AND ask for a new cap because i lost mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking to anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spacing out and falling asleep in lectures...&lt;br /&gt;and at work...&lt;br /&gt;i made so many wrong burgers yesterday. luckily it was busy and whatever i made managed to get sold instead of thrown out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i havent had enough sleep. I mean, ok- monday night, tuesday night- maybe. but ive had enough sleep for the past few nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost count of how many bumps, bruises and scratches i got from.... everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snap at people who don't deserve being snapped at... I just get pissed off really easily. Because i dont feel like talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I try to get my act together again. I'm seriously breaking down. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;is it too early to quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7522990910261498154?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7522990910261498154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7522990910261498154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7522990910261498154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7522990910261498154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-those-times.html' title='One of those times...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4249086780122647697</id><published>2008-10-09T21:45:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:24:55.809+10:30</updated><title type='text'>=.= tagged TWICE. Cannot ignore right?</title><content type='html'>Better do this before someone else tags and i have more answers to write for the bottom bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by MARINA and CONIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The 10 people I tag are to then follow my footsteps and write their own 15 weird things/habits and little known facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I never make my bed in the morning- unless i have uncommon visitors.&lt;br /&gt;2. I enjoy shopping alone.&lt;br /&gt;3. When i was little i suck my thumb every time i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't sleep if I drink Coke too late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm easily proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm the most un-creative person I know. Everything I do has been copied of someone/somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;7. I write a lot when I've got something on my mind. I keep 2 blogs, and a diary. and sometimes i just ramble something on microsoft word, and save it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't stand wrong spelling and grammar. (Although i know I don't have amazing grammar myself)&lt;br /&gt;9. I have 3 birthmarks. Only one is really visible.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a jellyfish bite scar on my right thigh&lt;br /&gt;11. My pinkies are crooked.&lt;br /&gt;12. I sing really loudly when I'm home alone.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have never slept naked.&lt;br /&gt;14. None of my friends have seen me cry in the past uhm.. 7 years i think. (since i started grade 9)&lt;br /&gt;15. I found this thing extremely DIFFICULT to do because 15 is A LOT of things. i tell people too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kavi&lt;br /&gt;2) Mun&lt;br /&gt;3) Chian Ur&lt;br /&gt;4) Eli&lt;br /&gt;5) Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice. 5 ppl will do. I know someone else i could tag but it would be a waste of time cuz she'll never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Clubbing buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Adelaide Bestie &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions towards him/her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Open, confident, friendly, straightforward, generous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;caring, understanding, hardworking, timid, posessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yank the door of my apartment open on my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so many where do i start... giving me neck/back massages? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable word that he/she has said to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh my god! (ok. thats 3 words. i know. and actually i cant think of anything in particular, but she always says that... haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*squick*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aiyoh... their bf's will kill me &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uh... i thought 'enemy' thing works both ways. she can't be my enemy if i'm not hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he/she has to improve on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing i can think of at the moment! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;being less guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bring her doggie from miri to adelaide... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;get her a better paid job with a better manager...? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Depends on where i am. but currently... slightly arrogant, boring, but sometimes too happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The character for you like for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt; (does this mean what i like about myself? seriously the english on this this is messed up... ive changed some stuff~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Easygoing, usually cheerful, being quite independent... i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take some things too seriously, sometimes blabber too much and talk too fast, do stupid things when i feel intimidated, big time procrastinator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think I'm pretty happy with who I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;say something 'about them?' Who are we talking about here? I think there may be more than one person who cares about me right now... i could say something TO them, but there's no specific person to say something 'about' them. So.... here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THANK YOU!! :) Because if i know who you are i would try to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK. enough time wasting. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*edit* 11:23pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gah... came to uni to STUDY for P&amp;amp;B- cuz i haven't started yet and my practice test was a disaster. I think its about time I go home. I got nothing done tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4249086780122647697?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4249086780122647697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4249086780122647697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4249086780122647697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4249086780122647697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-twice-cannot-ignore-right.html' title='=.= tagged TWICE. Cannot ignore right?'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-501367786782452704</id><published>2008-10-09T00:05:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:09:49.275+10:30</updated><title type='text'>free handbag?</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through kavi's blog and found out about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbag Planet is launching on October 15th, and they're giving out a free handbag every hour for 24 hours from their launching time! Who doesn't like freebies right... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-501367786782452704?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/501367786782452704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=501367786782452704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/501367786782452704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/501367786782452704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-handbag.html' title='free handbag?'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-294102547759719124</id><published>2008-10-08T22:48:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:02:09.966+10:30</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>cuz i want to be stalked  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit of an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today at 8:25am. took a shower, got changed and stuffed down some breakfast, and got to uni just on time. Or thats what i thought. I peeked through the door window of H2-02 and saw NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT I HAD A CLASS AT 9AM!! IT WAS ALREADY 9:05!! WHAT HAPPENED!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;so i went to check the other lab classrooms... but thats not right. one of them was for pharm, and theo ther was a microbiology lab! SO we can't have MCBT in those....&lt;br /&gt;So i checked the class again and it was REALLY empty. i wasnt just dreaming it. So i hurried to a computer and looked up my timetable to be sure i had a class...&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out to be at 9:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely forgot it starts at half past...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, can't blame me right?? We've had 2 of those lab classes this semester. today's the third. and we just had a 2 week break.&lt;br /&gt;And i had abot 6 hours sleep last night, and 4 hours sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit of a zombie.... i've been sleeping at least 8 hours every night during the holidays. and my day's started at 1pm... see my point? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway for the first time today i wasnt just on time for lab- i was early. 30 mins early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-294102547759719124?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/294102547759719124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=294102547759719124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/294102547759719124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/294102547759719124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8512899988693697989</id><published>2008-10-07T13:14:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:33:12.921+10:30</updated><title type='text'>photos and a couple of videos</title><content type='html'>girlies! -from the AGM bbq. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQmA94LyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IjurTANdvIo/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241266794245922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQmA94LyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IjurTANdvIo/s320/DSC02633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had no idea Ben was in that picture until i looked at it... He wasn't supposed to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQawzNUOI/AAAAAAAAA78/WNVcv9jhAxg/s1600-h/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241073475965154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQawzNUOI/AAAAAAAAA78/WNVcv9jhAxg/s320/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQa8qf8ZI/AAAAAAAAA8E/2Ohbuh0egVY/s1600-h/DSC02626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241076660662674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQa8qf8ZI/AAAAAAAAA8E/2Ohbuh0egVY/s320/DSC02626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQbA3fJkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vF2Sg1_oD5c/s1600-h/DSC02627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241077788878402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQbA3fJkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vF2Sg1_oD5c/s320/DSC02627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;clingwrap is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt at making instant nescafe cappucchino look professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQbARRLaI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ahEcGZSLIIE/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241077628579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQbARRLaI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ahEcGZSLIIE/s320/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attempt failed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stalk tall people.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQbBVlfTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/b00Eq8IB5CQ/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241077915122994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQbBVlfTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/b00Eq8IB5CQ/s320/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bwahahaha! conie looks so excited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These couple of videos are from Hosan's Birthday Karaoke session in Buddha Bar back in July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3694912f52eb2318" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3694912f52eb2318%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E9287438DA677141167F6A1B13F7106DAE48474.19A90FDBF12420EC4D1EB6A376C54B246C524F1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3694912f52eb2318%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlBOJgf-gz7tvuJoGKrP-Q-7KhHM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3694912f52eb2318%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E9287438DA677141167F6A1B13F7106DAE48474.19A90FDBF12420EC4D1EB6A376C54B246C524F1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3694912f52eb2318%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlBOJgf-gz7tvuJoGKrP-Q-7KhHM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee4357fca24baa28" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee4357fca24baa28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84FDA6B55CEE6B4109CF420A34D1FF344567D361.4D0C0283B316DAC5FE7B23DA0059855A4C46CEC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee4357fca24baa28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvcoE7f_EVGz5KFDZI8mRAN0uvVs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee4357fca24baa28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84FDA6B55CEE6B4109CF420A34D1FF344567D361.4D0C0283B316DAC5FE7B23DA0059855A4C46CEC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee4357fca24baa28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvcoE7f_EVGz5KFDZI8mRAN0uvVs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I absolutely love this song. But i can't sing it. Because i'm a banana...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The End-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8512899988693697989?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3694912f52eb2318&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee4357fca24baa28&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8512899988693697989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8512899988693697989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8512899988693697989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8512899988693697989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/photos-and-couple-of-videos.html' title='photos and a couple of videos'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOrQmA94LyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IjurTANdvIo/s72-c/DSC02633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7325621783310019947</id><published>2008-10-07T09:16:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:08:56.354+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Aah... morning air</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since I'm up at such an early hour. :)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30am this morning (after trying to sleep at 1 and failing miserably...). Took an extremely long shower, had very slow breakfast and completely used up all the time i was supposed to be studying. which is why i woke up so early for in the first place &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did read through some stuff... kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the test was at 8:10 and i guess it was ok. could have been better. could have been much worse considering i only started studying for it on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, I'm not actually feeling very sleepy or tired at the moment. So while i planned to go home to sleep after the test, I think i'll scrap that idea, and stay up until tonight. I've got work tonight though :S hopefuly i won't end up being so sleepy then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im usually quite hyper after a night of less than 5 hrs sleep though. its kind of strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update at 10am*&lt;br /&gt;ok. k guess im not so hyper after all... feeling kind of sleepy now.... :S&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to go back to bed! maybe i could just take a walk down rundle and buy some stuff for my famined fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7325621783310019947?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7325621783310019947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7325621783310019947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7325621783310019947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7325621783310019947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/aah-morning-air.html' title='Aah... morning air'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5911898956856954682</id><published>2008-10-06T16:46:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:48:28.461+10:30</updated><title type='text'>oh no. bad juju.</title><content type='html'>i just started on lecture 4, when i looked up at the computer and the time said 4:44. I hope it wasnt at 44 seconds too... but it felt like around 20 seconds before it changed to 4:45... maybe it WAS 44 seconds... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, heffalump blog entry was post #333!&lt;br /&gt;k. nothing special. i just like it when numbers align....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5911898956856954682?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5911898956856954682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5911898956856954682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5911898956856954682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5911898956856954682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no-bad-juju.html' title='oh no. bad juju.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6483419211080899968</id><published>2008-10-06T15:00:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:02:23.517+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm at uni to study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlBC9U9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/DHQiwsN2VAU/s1600-h/TN_Huffalump-Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893803961308114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlBC9U9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/DHQiwsN2VAU/s320/TN_Huffalump-Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlF2tghI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ZusyWj8iLE4/s1600-h/TN_huffalump-lumpy-disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893805252117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlF2tghI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ZusyWj8iLE4/s320/TN_huffalump-lumpy-disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlC8RfaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2XHxEP436TE/s1600-h/TN_Huffalump-Lumpy-Valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893804470140322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlC8RfaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2XHxEP436TE/s320/TN_Huffalump-Lumpy-Valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlC_Os-I/AAAAAAAAA70/pzeDWjaOBOs/s1600-h/TN_roo-lumpy-heffalump-cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893804482540514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlC_Os-I/AAAAAAAAA70/pzeDWjaOBOs/s320/TN_roo-lumpy-heffalump-cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfAN9m3I/AAAAAAAAA68/KWFZNI5IfQE/s1600-h/lump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893700659813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfAN9m3I/AAAAAAAAA68/KWFZNI5IfQE/s320/lump1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfblbD2I/AAAAAAAAA7E/vBmZhtQB87s/s1600-h/lump6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893708005969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfblbD2I/AAAAAAAAA7E/vBmZhtQB87s/s320/lump6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfTyb9DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/8lbUc8OaVbg/s1600-h/lump9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893705913070642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfTyb9DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/8lbUc8OaVbg/s320/lump9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfSWDfMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/F9QVbFFGxhs/s1600-h/lumpyshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253893705525591234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUfSWDfMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/F9QVbFFGxhs/s320/lumpyshot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But isn't Lumpy the  Heffalump THE CUTEST disney character... EVER???&lt;br /&gt;&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/22717791-6483419211080899968?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6483419211080899968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6483419211080899968&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6483419211080899968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6483419211080899968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-at-uni-to-study.html' title='I&apos;m at uni to study'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SOmUlBC9U9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/DHQiwsN2VAU/s72-c/TN_Huffalump-Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3940161934012037960</id><published>2008-10-05T20:44:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:45:11.290+10:30</updated><title type='text'>ok. couldnt stand the darkness</title><content type='html'>maybe that's the cause for all my depression.&lt;br /&gt;not just pathology and microbiology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3940161934012037960?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3940161934012037960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3940161934012037960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3940161934012037960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3940161934012037960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-couldnt-stand-darkness.html' title='ok. couldnt stand the darkness'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4491032688667213153</id><published>2008-10-05T19:05:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:33:52.687+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Pa!</title><content type='html'>Earlier on today I felt like coming to blogspot just to write one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately though, I decided to give my dad a call since he's been complaining I havent called him in about a month... :S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Not entirely my fault!! I called a couple of times but he was never home... &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did just that. and im glad i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told myself I couldn't do this job because of a number of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm going into 3rd year. I shouldnt be spending so much time on this&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a part time job which already takes up so much time!&lt;br /&gt;3) I still haven't finished my work experience!!&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't have the leadership and communication skills. I can take instructions but I can't give instructions. I tend to want to do everything myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in my life I will have to be a leader instead of a follower. Even as a pharmacist. I mean, don't we have pharmacist assistants? What if i open my own pharmacy? Somehow or rather I will have to lead.&lt;br /&gt;Later on in life, there's little chance for us to make mistakes and learn from that. What better time to learn than NOW when we're students, and best of all, running a student society where mistakes are manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in time I considered being the president because&lt;br /&gt;1) i had ideas&lt;br /&gt;2) i wanted to push myself, and do something out of &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have the chance- why not grab it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have been a bit doubtful over the whole 'taking over MySA' thing because I'm currently piled on with the assignment and tests that I have not yet studied for. Morever, even before the holidays started I was already worrying about having too many hours of work, and finding time to concentrate on studying for the tests. I was doubting my ability to effeciently juggle my time. I guess deep inside I wanted to show I couldn't do it and thus I could not figure out what steps I have to take to get things started, eventually pushing all the responsibility to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think you can't do something- you can't do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been pretty good at 'thinking I can' and getting things done. So why stop now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need some time to clear my head, and stop worrying and everything will be fine. I'm sure it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, as my dad pointed out, being president of the society just means its your job to delegate tasks, and be a leader. You need to understand your aims, and objectives and lead the committee to achieve your goals. You have a job to do, just as any other committee member. No one person is meant to have more work to do than others. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps in the end of the day I might just stick with being the MySA president and give up the welfare officer job to someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;(I Hope to god I would not regret posting this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4491032688667213153?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4491032688667213153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4491032688667213153&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4491032688667213153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4491032688667213153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-pa.html' title='Thanks Pa!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3664295359956909189</id><published>2008-10-04T23:13:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:33:19.266+09:30</updated><title type='text'>non-sensical rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You're so predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who, me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It bothers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;People seem to know you better than I know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thats not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You don't know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm you and You're me and we both know you're bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's so much more to worry about and you're worrying about being predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Which I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So what's your point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's YOUR point? you started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes... I did. You confused me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You confused yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ah, shut up already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3664295359956909189?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3664295359956909189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3664295359956909189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3664295359956909189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3664295359956909189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/non-sensical-rambling.html' title='non-sensical rambling'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-2446290660827983941</id><published>2008-10-04T01:50:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:07:20.043+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OMG what have i done???</title><content type='html'>ITS TEMPORARY&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell people. No one seems to believe me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it next year. I swear I cannot. I've got to juggle pharmacy work experience, my job and most importantly my &lt;em&gt;STUDIES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem now is.... what made me think we could find someone next year when anyone who shows up at the meeting would be NEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an idiot. never thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of someone having to take over for A WHILE so that all our efforts put in the club so far would not go to waste. I mean, we need &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; who bothers about the club enough to take care of it while we look for someone new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note...&lt;br /&gt;I think i miss my old template. this one is so BLACK and rather depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I might change back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-2446290660827983941?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/2446290660827983941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=2446290660827983941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2446290660827983941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2446290660827983941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-what-have-i-done.html' title='OMG what have i done???'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4241249290476694009</id><published>2008-10-01T20:44:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:54:45.219+09:30</updated><title type='text'>BOO!!</title><content type='html'>did i scare you with the BLACKNESS of my blog??  did you think you clicked the wrong button?? :P&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough with pretend evilness... so lame. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a change and of all the pre-set ones i like this the most. Especially since the COLOURS are so totally awesome without me having to edit them. (the links are all in purple and pink! and my chatbox green looks so cool!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;plus now i can do hidden texts like what some person sometimes does... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4241249290476694009?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4241249290476694009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4241249290476694009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4241249290476694009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4241249290476694009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo.html' title='BOO!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7917892285961542722</id><published>2008-10-01T18:46:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:28:50.117+09:30</updated><title type='text'>seriously.</title><content type='html'>You'd think after delaying for 5 hours... and spending so much time doing absolutely NOTHING at all, I'd finally come to my senses and start doing something productive.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i'm sitting here, with nothing else except my lit review window open (and now blogspot...), and i still cannot get myself to read and write and finish off another 700 words. its insane. I just can't get myself to DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:28pm&lt;br /&gt;bleh.... feel like sleeping. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7917892285961542722?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7917892285961542722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7917892285961542722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7917892285961542722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7917892285961542722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously.html' title='seriously.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-2926568611977882144</id><published>2008-10-01T02:04:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:08:42.914+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!`</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited. Last year i didnt even know it was raya...&lt;br /&gt;this year i get to go to an open house! yay :) i cant wait for saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous year i was actually in Kuantan during raya and it was cool. My work place owner drove me and the pharmacist and Liong (another student working with me) to our colleagues houses were i got to eat yummy malay food and kuih-muih! living in singapore and korea... i've missed a lot of raya's... so that was almost like the first time i went to celebrate raya and remembered it. i think the last time i went raya visiting was when it was gong xi raya... when it happened the same time as CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we went to my dad's friend's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was AGES ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so antisocial tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and dammit. stomachache... whyyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-2926568611977882144?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/2926568611977882144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=2926568611977882144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2926568611977882144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2926568611977882144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!`'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8667859748227579360</id><published>2008-09-29T19:18:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:29:39.941+09:30</updated><title type='text'>halfway there</title><content type='html'>about 600 words so far.&lt;br /&gt;its ridiculous how long its taking me to write anything. i don't understand the journals.&lt;br /&gt;stupid assignment. It's so pointless.&lt;br /&gt;but its a whopping 20% of our total grade.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at CU's blog and she posted a jaychou song... and ive listened to it about 10 times continuously now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having strange song obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm Yours-jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;2) Crush-david archuleta (actually it wasnt much of a song obsession, its the Person obsession :S)&lt;br /&gt;3) Sweet Memories- Olivia ong&lt;br /&gt;4) the jay chou song that i dont even know the name of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and surprise surprise- i have more blog posts for September than i did for june which is the exam week...&lt;br /&gt;blog posts mean: i have lots of work to do, but im procrastinating(well more like... cannot concentrate). the more blog posts there are= more work, and more procrastination. haha. see where im getting at...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8667859748227579360?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8667859748227579360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8667859748227579360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8667859748227579360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8667859748227579360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/halfway-there.html' title='halfway there'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5950695797751546212</id><published>2008-09-28T22:55:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:55:29.564+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its taking forever.... :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5950695797751546212?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5950695797751546212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5950695797751546212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5950695797751546212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5950695797751546212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-taking-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8314231171681238718</id><published>2008-09-28T21:28:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:30:04.658+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 14 degrees outside and this blarrdy idiot came in and turned on the AIRCONDITIONER.&lt;br /&gt;siao ta po!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8314231171681238718?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8314231171681238718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8314231171681238718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8314231171681238718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8314231171681238718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-14-degrees-outside-and-this-blarrdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6918706886322962057</id><published>2008-09-28T03:22:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:51:19.835+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Give and Take</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, I made Bread Pudding. People tell me it's easy and I've never done it before, so i decided to give it a try. &lt;div&gt;The thing about me... is that, i like to take recipes and simplify them even more... leave out the 'unimportant' bits... (cuz some ingredients are hard to get and cost more!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example. This recipe- used sourdough bread, had Pecan Nuts on top of of the pudding, and it is served with some sort of whiskey thing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i just used normal white bread, got rid of pecan nuts, and instead of some fancy topping- i bought some Custard Powder and just made custard. i've always had it with custard anyway. can't go wrong. and well... i guess it wouldn't taste as good as the original, but it works...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... i didn't take many pictures of it... but here's one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250761666024730210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5z6l-kbmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/BlMbaHoO5aw/s320/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, turned out pretty good i think. i liked how it tasted. Even my brother said it was good! *yay* that's an achievement... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, when something turns out good- I can give some around~ I gave conie a slice (although poor conie had to eat my messed up egg tarts too :S see previous post about my egg tarts...), and i gave my upstairs friend/neighbour Kenz a slice as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing, is- here's how the neighbour thing works. when you give something, people can't give back an empty container... So they usually give something back in return... i guess~ So here's what I ended up with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250761672438329154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5z693sL0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/haB9NBceRa0/s320/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250761675491866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5z7JPtdZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/kjjgvo2cYhI/s320/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biscuits from Penang!!&lt;br /&gt;*yay* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I gave so little and got back so many biscuits... paiseh paiseh.. &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder what happened to his agar-agar he said he'll give before that though... cuz he sort of didnt say anythign about that... i didnt ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6918706886322962057?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6918706886322962057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6918706886322962057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6918706886322962057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6918706886322962057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/give-and-take.html' title='Give and Take'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5z6l-kbmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/BlMbaHoO5aw/s72-c/DSC02615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8404044903057613638</id><published>2008-09-28T03:02:00.008+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:47:02.004+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Picture update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made... No. start again. I tried making Egg Tarts a couple of weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing wrong- there was so much pastry but not enough filling :S&lt;br /&gt;Here they are baking in the oven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvCrrYQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xw8RiyRrdGg/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250755970013552898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvCrrYQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xw8RiyRrdGg/s320/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took them out (i believe) at just the right time- the egg filling had just cooked so it was perfecto. But- back to problem #1: too much pastry. The pastry hadn't cooked properly... :( SO... back into the oven they go.  &lt;p&gt;Then...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvBoXNcI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kxIEYwb4bUg/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250755969731212738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvBoXNcI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kxIEYwb4bUg/s320/DSC02602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THEY WENT ALL PUFFY!! looks super cute though :)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, puffiness for eggtarts is BAD. firstly cuz it just means its overcooked. and overcooked stuff just isnt right. Secondly, it leaves big bubbly holes in your tart. thirdly, it destroys the smooth texture egg tarts are supposed to have. Anf finally- IT DOESN'T LAST. So... in the end, they look like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvYHguBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rQNLjDiSAdg/s1600-h/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250755975767439378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvYHguBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rQNLjDiSAdg/s320/DSC02603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THEY GO ALL WRINKLY. ugh. and oogly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Final thing about baking- it has to taste good. Mine... didn't really taste good :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought the filling was a bit too sweet, and the pastry too much. and because of the overcooking the texture was all wrong. well, i think i got ONE thing right though, the pastry didnt turn out hard. it was just about right :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I jog at torrens. And everytime i jog i would see this tree... It looks to me like a monster. So the last time iwent for a jog, i decided to STOP for a few seconds and take a picture. See for yourself: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250755979888476402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvneCwPI/AAAAAAAAA50/pIrkSjrMeWI/s320/DSC02606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;OK so the lighting and all is horrible, and you can hardly see the tree, but its still there... doesn't it look like a giant green chicken with a very long beak?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Springtime is the bestest time to go jogging because of these little things!! SEE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250756518545507170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5vO-H4w2I/AAAAAAAAA6E/UWT8irbmw5c/s320/DSC02607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvsfqvNI/AAAAAAAAA58/LM3cqtyx5bQ/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250755981237468370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvsfqvNI/AAAAAAAAA58/LM3cqtyx5bQ/s320/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my phone camera isnt hi-tech enough to zoom in... so just click on it for a larger picture (it should work... i think...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dropped by the market for a while with Conie and Marina after lunch one day... and look what we found!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250756515072932546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5vOxL9esI/AAAAAAAAA6M/A4ft1Qgf4C8/s320/DSC02610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Demented potato and a GIANT TOMATO!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember my excitement over the giant computer screens at uni...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250764586637716018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN52kmG96jI/AAAAAAAAA6s/G1bdpS7wL9w/s320/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, they ARE Big! right??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conie and I were walking towards Al's place... and Conie looked up... and we saw this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250764591861888018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN52k5kgdBI/AAAAAAAAA60/IgB7igPN508/s320/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Poor dead bird on top of transparent glass..... :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8404044903057613638?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8404044903057613638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8404044903057613638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8404044903057613638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8404044903057613638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-update.html' title='Picture update!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SN5uvCrrYQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xw8RiyRrdGg/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6156836828762206903</id><published>2008-09-27T14:42:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:44:52.069+09:30</updated><title type='text'>PWHOA!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you UniSA ppl checked out the new computer screens at Uni??&lt;br /&gt;They're MASSIVE. and super long. as in, wide.&lt;br /&gt;you can almost fit two windows side by side without one blocking the other (if you know what i mean... :S)&lt;br /&gt;and we have new keyboards! or i THINk they're new... they look pretty clean to me. and the bits at the bottom that makes the keyboard slanty instead of flat on the tables are all fixed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i weird to be so excited over this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't concentrate on my microbiology lit review. HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and there are 2 tests to study for on top of that. and we're left with 9 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;X-p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6156836828762206903?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6156836828762206903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6156836828762206903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6156836828762206903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6156836828762206903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/pwhoa.html' title='PWHOA!!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1809018379172380703</id><published>2008-09-27T02:25:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:30:06.998+09:30</updated><title type='text'>stuff.</title><content type='html'>AAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;bought &lt;/em&gt;a bottle of water before i started work today. Now i'm home and I just realised I LEFT MY BOTTLE AT WORK. So by tomorrow it would have been chucked in the BIN.&lt;br /&gt;Even more sakit hati- its the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; mount franklin bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh i just realised, HJ is opened overnight today. So by the time i get into work tomorrow, it's likely that they haven't had time to look around the store and chuck out bottles. Plus, I had my name on it... &gt;&lt; *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Conie for winning the competition!!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;and if it werent for you i wouldnt have gotten the thumbdrive too... (cuz i wouldnt have bothered with the competition...) hehe. thank yoooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1809018379172380703?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1809018379172380703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1809018379172380703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1809018379172380703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1809018379172380703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuff.html' title='stuff.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-490736084436953840</id><published>2008-09-25T20:52:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:21:36.303+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"cuz im tryin and tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;but i know this crush aint goin away-ay-ay-ay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i managed to get this on my blog but HERE IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush- David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzUiU7q8xYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzUiU7q8xYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-490736084436953840?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/490736084436953840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=490736084436953840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/490736084436953840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/490736084436953840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuz-im-tryin-and-tryin-to-walk-away-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6709226211697047211</id><published>2008-09-24T13:49:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:59:47.753+09:30</updated><title type='text'>blogger is being strange</title><content type='html'>I tried for ages last night trying to log in to blogspot and i couldn't do it. Actually, forget about logging in, i couldn't even OPEN any blogspot sites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my blogspot opened but this page right now looks very weird and 'antique' and totally plain... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was at work, and a couple of my colleagues exchanged this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey I was talking to John&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;. He told me he hates you.&lt;br /&gt;B: Really?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah. [chuckles, then walks away]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point of A telling B that. Personally I hate B too. But still. You don't say things like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;manager's name changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6709226211697047211?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6709226211697047211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6709226211697047211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6709226211697047211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6709226211697047211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogger-is-being-strange.html' title='blogger is being strange'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6704982598593180572</id><published>2008-09-23T03:24:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:30:26.354+09:30</updated><title type='text'>i'm SO going to bust my internet quota...</title><content type='html'>OK. So after i said goodnight to everyone on MSN, i was actually still randomly browing blogs (although i really DID mean to go offline). But i found this random person's blog (its the first random blog i clicked on! i usually don't do that) and on the blog was a youtube video of David Archuleta- Crush. So I watched it. I've never heard of David Archuleta before, but the blog had a little intro that said: David Archuleta- Runner up of American Idol season seven. So i thought- he must be good. and my god HE WAS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;I melted. he wasnt just good, he was cute.&lt;br /&gt;so i followed the youtube link, found myself in youtube, watching all his performances from the first audition, to the hollywood auditions to the final 10 performances (ok, so maybe i didnt watch ALL of them, but i certainly watched a big chunk of it) and Im in looovee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i sound like a lovesick puppy but its not quite like that. im just in love with him as a musician, being only a 17 (turning 18)-year-old kid. I RESPECT. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah... sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6704982598593180572?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6704982598593180572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6704982598593180572&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6704982598593180572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6704982598593180572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-going-to-bust-my-internet-quota.html' title='i&apos;m SO going to bust my internet quota...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1583468636944155665</id><published>2008-09-22T19:00:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:06:31.673+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>... I just want to say- ADELAIDE SUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go dancing last night. SO badly. But it was a sunday night. And... NOTHING was open. brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway. we had dinner at bazu, then walked directly over to Casual Cup for dessert (where i had kind of yummy peanut soup) and we played Heart Attack and got our hands all bashed and screamed so loud i think the ppl were quite glad to get rid of us. then we headed to McDs (since everywhere else was closed) for a drink and just sat and yakked till um... midnight. I was actually really tired by midnight. I can't figure out why since i actually had a good night's sleep on sat night, even got all energetic and went for a jog and all that. That usually helps wake you up. not make you sleepy. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;SO i went home, watched half of a strange movie with Johnny Depp in it, then went to bed at around 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;woke up today almost noon... and went to Haigh's Chocolate Factory!! with conie and marina. and got some free samples, bought some chocolate (at half price, cuz its those chocs with 'defects' so they can't sell in their shops) and went to Sushi King for lunch, talked till about 3:30pm, then headed home. Then watched some random kids show for a wihle, then started cooking dinner, then now dinner's cooked and i should go eat diner. Strange how time disappears so quickly sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1583468636944155665?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1583468636944155665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1583468636944155665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1583468636944155665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1583468636944155665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3490845370142195490</id><published>2008-09-21T01:25:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:36:37.290+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Mid-semester break!!</title><content type='html'>Damn the internet! I can't log on to MSN. it was fine just now... i managed to exchange about 10 sentences with Yusri. Then i couldnt open other sites, so i decided to restart the internet (for about the 5th time) and I COULDNT GET BACK ON MSN!!! *cry*&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite happy it let me open blogspot... &gt;&lt; (is there a past-tense for 'let'?? sentence sounded funny...)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of funny sentences, i just realised i wrote this :"the limit for users of Martindale has reached its limit" well, i said the martindale website wrote that, but the martindale site probably said soemthing else which meant the same thing. BUT i already said "the limit" once, why say again at the end!??  "the limit for users of Martindale has been reached." better.  ya? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough about being so picky with language. i was never good at it anyway. I got told off by Mr Coskinas AND Mr Beverly about the use of proper TENSES. i'd mix in past and present tense in the same sentence, same paragraph... and its all very messed up. i still can't get over how i got the 2 best english teachers during my entire time in UWC though :)&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately got stuck with a lousy math teacher and a lousy chemistry teacher (in IB) which is kinda silly since (biology aside,) those 2 subjects are supposed to be my most important subjects to get into Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finally on break! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess for most of us its not really a break... considering we have 2 tests and 1 assignment due after the break. And i actually completely forgot about the MCBT Pathology test. (i was rambling on about the assignment and P&amp;amp;B test only in my last blog entry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the entire week I couldn't wait for the end of today. Im glad its over! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a meeting tomorrow after lunch, then meeting the girls (plus a bf, and yusri) for dinner, then planning to have dessert at Casual cup, then hopefully do some DANCING! yes. dancing... miss it quite a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT NEW BOOTS TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(probably completely wrong timing to be buying boots since its spring and almost summer, but boots never go out of fashion right...??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first voluntary shoe purchase in adelaide. the first pair of shoes i bought here were for work. completely involuntary. and they were ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3490845370142195490?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3490845370142195490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3490845370142195490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3490845370142195490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3490845370142195490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-semester-break.html' title='Mid-semester break!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6812063008336344574</id><published>2008-09-18T16:06:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:14:23.226+09:30</updated><title type='text'>restless restless...</title><content type='html'>so restless so restless so restless....&lt;br /&gt;finished tutorial today about 30mins early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;just like all my other posts yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah screw this. i should just go home and maybe do soemthign productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like maybe.. pharmaceutics tutorial that i should finish by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;although i doubt i'll have any idea how to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate uni right now.&lt;br /&gt;i SO SO do. and i dread that holidays are coming (i know, the irony...) cuz that means i need to get started with the assignment and study for the PnB test... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im woooried....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6812063008336344574?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6812063008336344574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6812063008336344574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6812063008336344574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6812063008336344574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/restless-restless.html' title='restless restless...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8891445498886309064</id><published>2008-09-17T22:16:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:43:53.157+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Crap...</title><content type='html'>Aaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;see... that's why i should NEVER leave pharmaceutics tutorial preparations to the night before practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Martindale website says "the limit for users of Martindale has reached its limit"&lt;br /&gt;The British Pharmacopoeia says that: "this user has logged in too many times already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, What can i do?? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;No martindale, i dont know anything about.. anything really. So... i got no where to start.&lt;br /&gt;No BP, wel... that one i can live with. but i tried looking in BP cuz i couldnt get into martindale. its possible that i might find something in there that is useful. Anyway. i lied when i said i can do Nothing. I could try to do safety checks. MIMS is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. this just means tomorrow morning i need to wake up EARLY so i can finish off my pre-prac stuff to be ready for tutorial tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get it done tonight. im not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited: 12:39am*&lt;br /&gt;I managed to open Martindale!!&lt;br /&gt;So my tutorial is DONE. well, kind of. lots of blanks cuz i dont know how to do stuff... but i'll get answers tomorrow :) my practical is aaages to go anywya. after the holidays i have to do 2 experiments, THEN i'll finish off the practicals.&lt;br /&gt;btw i decided to print off the tutorial stuff again, and i thought since my print quota is super low again, i put 1 pages on 1 sheet. it fits nicely. BUT guess what? i printed it TWICE. NOT MY FAULT THOUGH!! i thought the orientation was wrong the first time round so i cancelled directly after i clicked OK which should normally end up being CANCELLED!! then i went to collect my papers and...wth. 2 copies. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aggghh. pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew called me. im working about a couple hours longer than im supposed to on friday night. i know i was complaining about too much work, but i thuoght since i'll already be at work, heck why not stay a while longer (ill go home and watch tv anyway) at least i'll have a break. im ok if they give me a break. i just hate the long hours of work without breaks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8891445498886309064?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8891445498886309064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8891445498886309064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8891445498886309064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8891445498886309064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/crap.html' title='Crap...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6592671706650611587</id><published>2008-09-17T21:14:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:18:11.906+09:30</updated><title type='text'>This is just me procrastinating. Again.</title><content type='html'>OCF people are pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't read their emails in a while, but today i decided why not scroll through and see what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i shall not say anymore in case i offend some people.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mean to. I guess I just can't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're thinking about trying to help me understand- let me save you some time and effort- dont bother :) I like being the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6592671706650611587?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6592671706650611587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6592671706650611587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6592671706650611587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6592671706650611587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-just-me-procrastinating-again.html' title='This is just me procrastinating. Again.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-1706508207513698502</id><published>2008-09-17T16:48:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:50:19.602+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people never learn that its not all about them.&lt;br /&gt;Well too bad. The joke is on them. it was funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not surprised they disappeared?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-1706508207513698502?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/1706508207513698502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=1706508207513698502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1706508207513698502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/1706508207513698502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-people-never-learn-that-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-761053726201981889</id><published>2008-09-17T00:13:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:31:35.773+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tic Tac!</title><content type='html'>We all know (well at least i know ONE person knows) I'm not a big fan of Tic Tac. Not until someone managed to convince me to take a tic tac from her one day and thats when i realised i dont hate it as much as i thought i did... But I still never buy Tic Tacs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was at Woolies after work... and i came across a shelf of Tic Tacs.  THEY WERE PINK!! I walked past it- Stare....&lt;br /&gt;walk past again... stare.... grabbed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SM_IZ94NqRI/AAAAAAAAArA/4-lP3ll7Epo/s1600-h/DSC02598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246632439342541074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SM_IZ94NqRI/AAAAAAAAArA/4-lP3ll7Epo/s320/DSC02598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pink tictac box...  it's adorable. I couldn't resist.... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... think about it this way- for every pink Tic Tac sold, 5c will be donated to the breast cancer foundation. So, if say... there were um... 10,000 people like me who would not usually buy tictacs, but cannot resist the pink box... then that adds up to $500 to the breast cancer foundation!! See... it's all for a good cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-761053726201981889?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/761053726201981889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=761053726201981889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/761053726201981889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/761053726201981889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/tic-tac.html' title='Tic Tac!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SM_IZ94NqRI/AAAAAAAAArA/4-lP3ll7Epo/s72-c/DSC02598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3198688539290862762</id><published>2008-09-14T15:59:00.008+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:06:27.836+09:30</updated><title type='text'>waakkaa!!!</title><content type='html'>ok talk about randomness... sorry about the outburst. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work yesterday was rather torturous. I hate working with some people and it sucks big time when you're stuck with that person for your entire shift. Doesn't help that i wasn't in the bestest of mood, nor was I very energetic last night. (after my shift ended on saturday morning, i got home at around 5:20am, and tried to sleep. went to bed but for some reason i kept on waking up, so after about 5 hours sleep my body doesnt want to sleep anymoe, so i woke up. and at 6pm the same day, iwas back at work again for another 5 hr shift. Not happy.) and when i'm tired, and hungry. I'm a grumpy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, when i was finally done, miraculously- as usual- the tiredness disappeared and i decided to give dear ol' bestie Conie a ring and ended up spending the night at her place yakking about stuff (topic of conversation has changed vastly ever since... :P), ate mooncakes, and since it was too late to walk home alone, i slept over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're heading to Elder Park to see what's on for the OzAsia Mid-autumn festival celebration tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3198688539290862762?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3198688539290862762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3198688539290862762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3198688539290862762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3198688539290862762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/waakkaa_14.html' title='waakkaa!!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-4353002258326889937</id><published>2008-09-12T17:37:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:44:46.046+09:30</updated><title type='text'>lah dee dah...</title><content type='html'>just had no idea what to write for the title so it came out as that. not that i'm in a particularly happy mood or anything. neither am i depressed. Neutral. thats what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when im NOT working on weekends i feel like nothing's going on, but when i do end up with an overnight shift on friday, people have activities going on and i can't join... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't believe the number of times i've missed free entry into Red Square on friday night because i finish work 30 mins after the time you need to start paying for entrance. =.="&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, but i hate how im workign at all the wrong times&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what is the RIGHT time?&lt;br /&gt;so far the only shift i really like doing is tuesday lunch. its the only lunch period i can do cuz every other day im at uni during that time. and if im working at night, im most likely stuck with closing. which sucks. cuz you end up working over time... all the time. once i stayed back till 12:30 (for a shift that was meant to end at 11pm) because there was so much to clean. they leave BREAKFAST stuff out till midnight. can you believe it!?? so everythign's stuck and its so hard to wash. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;microbio prac was relaxing today. ciould have finished so much earlier but we ended up talking about shoes halfway through prac...&lt;br /&gt;i like sitting next to kavi cuz when there's somethign we dont know how to answer she'll go around and get help from demonstrators and people and then ill get answers off her :P thank yooo. hehe. anyway, that kind of motivates me to go and ask questions too... kind of... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow library closes early today... completely forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk going home now. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-4353002258326889937?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/4353002258326889937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=4353002258326889937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4353002258326889937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/4353002258326889937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/lah-dee-dah.html' title='lah dee dah...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7501330238082530428</id><published>2008-09-11T22:05:00.008+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:26:59.562+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ah the excitement!!</title><content type='html'>congratulations girl! *heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you need to help me!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7501330238082530428?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7501330238082530428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7501330238082530428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7501330238082530428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7501330238082530428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-excitement.html' title='ah the excitement!!'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-2912286926217085814</id><published>2008-09-09T16:44:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:36:36.203+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Look into your heart and you'll find love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love love the song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-2912286926217085814?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/2912286926217085814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=2912286926217085814&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2912286926217085814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2912286926217085814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-into-your-heart-and-youll-find.html' title='Look into your heart and you&apos;ll find love love love'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3289391164264817818</id><published>2008-09-09T10:38:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:07:09.964+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lazy lazy lazy...</title><content type='html'>Lousy ATO... tried calling them to make an appointment but i was put on hold forever... i decided to hang up or my phone bill will KILL ME. SO anyway. i think i'm going to have to go there and see if i can speak to them there and then. if not make an appointment while i'm there... and uh... go back another day. That would totally suck cuz its all the way at Waymouth Street (IF I'm talking about the correct place) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the market today too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself not going back to SLEEP after lecture this morning (even though it was SO tempting...). BUT hey, its already 10:40am now and guess what??? I'M STILL AT HOME and i haven't done anything. =.= guess nothing to be proud of afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with the procrastinating... I should get going or I'll never get anything done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go... Click &lt;a href="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to put it on here but i just the code thing doesn't seem to work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3289391164264817818?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3289391164264817818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3289391164264817818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3289391164264817818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3289391164264817818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-lazy-lazy.html' title='Lazy lazy lazy...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5069152063569490406</id><published>2008-09-07T17:17:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:53:43.351+09:30</updated><title type='text'>miley, RAS, pigs, cupcakes and a burger.</title><content type='html'>New found respect for Disney Hannah Montana star- Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought she was just a silly girl who happens to play a rockstar role on a show so she apparently knows how to sing. Well, she turns out to be a brilliant show host and dancer as well as a singer/actress. For a kid as young as her, i have to say, she's pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...that aside, went to RAS yesterday. I sort of want to post pictures. but it takes a while... so.. .maybe just check on facebook :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we skipped the rides and games... expensive and really kidn of pointless. SO we had a lot more time to wander around... to the alpacas, sheep and dog pavilions... saw little animals at the nursery, watched the poor alpacas get stripped from their beautiful soft fur... spent some time in the main arena where there was some animal parade (ive never seen anything like it...), car and motorbike shows... etc. and there were lots of food... and people.. and other shows... but most imporantly i finally managed to see the PIGS! racing and diving... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. im a bit biased. i said i didnt want to post pictures, but this i NEED to post :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243190586855156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SMOODyMsaVI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zf9YCaTDo5E/s320/ST831994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243190592746507554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SMOOEIJTTSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ItUH2OWMHCQ/s320/ST831999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I said i baked cupcakes on thursday ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243191490509261394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SMOO4YknylI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dp7knRHQnrM/s320/oreo+%26+raisin+cupcake+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... after work thursday i made myself a burger. But didnt want to eat it then (i finished work so late!) so i had it for lnuch the next day... but here's my burger! how often do you get a burger from HJ with your name on it right?? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243191485475718594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SMOO4F0iBcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/xPHWagzOBCE/s320/ST831962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5069152063569490406?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5069152063569490406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5069152063569490406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5069152063569490406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5069152063569490406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/miley-ras-pigs-cupcakes-and-burger.html' title='miley, RAS, pigs, cupcakes and a burger.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SMOODyMsaVI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zf9YCaTDo5E/s72-c/ST831994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-2729138710118544470</id><published>2008-09-06T01:56:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:11:28.204+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I guess one thing was right all along</title><content type='html'>Wishes Do Come True!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i like being right... :P&lt;br /&gt;Mine's come true before. Now someone else's has come true. So you see... if you never wish for anything then you'll never have a wish come true. So never be afraid to wish. Because you never know one day things might just go the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last blog entry was #300! this is #301. I'm not sure how many of you follow my blog around. I used to use this thing called diary-x. used it FOR A VERY LONG TIME. and then IT SHUT DOWN! and i was so sad. everything i rambled in it just disappeared. and trust me, i used to ramble alot. possibly even more than i do now. Then i moved to Xanga. and now i'm at blogspot. I think i just didnt like xanga very much. maybe something to do with the formatting and all. too fancy.With this blogspot (And the pre-made skin) its nice and simple. muahaha. like my friendster which stil doesnt have a fancy background, or music, or any colour whatsoever. Seroiusly. what a waste of time &gt;&lt; SO yea... simple, but it does the job. i can ramble, people can comment, i can have a chatbox, i can post pictures. done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked 6 hours straight today SIX HOURS. im amazed myself. I have jelly legs now. everytime i stand up it hurts like hell. I dont know how i made my way back home from work. I guess cuz i havent sat down yet... and once i SIT. *KABOOOOM* bombs away. i cant stand up again.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, i've done 6 hours of clubbing, 6 hours of shopping.. .and it doesnt seem to have the same effect :P&lt;br /&gt;AH but wait... there's always sitting in the midst of the other 6 hours of stuff... maybe makes a bit of sense then? i guess i DO get jelly legs after all that... ijust dont complainso much cuz i was having fun. i can't complain toomuch today i guess. work aws quite fun. i got to handle a station by myself. and wheni got help i wasnt so confused mainly cuz it was MY station and who ever helped me was doing just that- helping me, and didnt try to come over and take controil and mess things up which is what &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt;  like to do. So im a happy person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy person today for a few reasons...&lt;br /&gt;The sun is up and out and it was a beautiful day, and i spent time outside, went shopping and got myself a pair of totally cute pyjamas (for $14!), i gave a neighbour some cupcakes i baked, i made it to class just on time :P, I changed the mixer, i got a parcel (ok. nothing too exciting and made me walk all the way to the post office, but still!), did some laundry (just proud that i did SOMETHING useful for the day :P), went shoe sohpping but didnt buy anything, got some teddy bear moulds for no reason but they were so cute i couldnt resist.... (i can make teddy bear ice! or teddy bear cupcakes! or teddy bear chocolate! (if i melted the choc &gt;&lt;) OOH OR TEDDY BEAR JELLIES! see.. they were going to come in handy SOMETIME. right? plus, things lik ethat can be kept for a long time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eventful day. and i'm exhausted (crap, i just realised i forgot to ask someone what time the meeting actually ended. since i randomly rushed off halfway through the meeting.... so dont know what the conclusoin was anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAS TOMORROW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get some sleep. DOnt want to be  a waslking zombie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-2729138710118544470?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/2729138710118544470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=2729138710118544470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2729138710118544470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/2729138710118544470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-one-thing-was-right-all-along.html' title='I guess one thing was right all along'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7745723026800583509</id><published>2008-09-04T16:49:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:50:21.993+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm so disappointing</title><content type='html'>i tell myself i was going to stay back after practical to catch up with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Instead i spent 2 hours chatting, blogging, emailing and looking at pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7745723026800583509?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7745723026800583509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7745723026800583509&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7745723026800583509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7745723026800583509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-disappointing.html' title='I&apos;m so disappointing'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8607945172771934514</id><published>2008-09-04T16:13:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:18:56.449+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bleearghhh</title><content type='html'>I tasted the Cod Liver Oil Emulsion I made in prac today. UGh GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the taste wasn't too bad. I actually managed to get 8mLs of Orange Syrup in it. Kind of maximum i could put in cuz i needed more water to clean out my mortar and pestle. So... in terms of taste- it was actually sweet. Not too bad. BUT THE SMELL. aaahh!! it staysi n your mouth! so now im sucking on a mint. Not a particularly tasty mint (Fisherman's friend. Got it cuz i had a cough sometime ago and it helped) but still better than nasty fishy mouth. Never again am i gonig to take cod liver oil. No wonder i stopped taking the capsules i used to take... Ah bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough I used to take the orange flavored Scotts emulsions. You know the orange syrup... and I LIKED IT. weird. AND my cousins would take the white coloured scotts emulsion. isnt that just... cod liver oil emulsion?? it's the grossest thing. imagine tasting fish oil every single day!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On a side note: I'm glad we talked. :) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8607945172771934514?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8607945172771934514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8607945172771934514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8607945172771934514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8607945172771934514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/bleearghhh.html' title='Bleearghhh'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3135345311706302644</id><published>2008-09-02T16:48:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:03:59.357+09:30</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>Ok, since I had pictures up from my mum's visit. It's only fair that i have pictures from my dad's visit as well. Unfortunately we didn't take many pictures and this is all i have: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241320565881179602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzpSPNMDdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/hmdgc_oRRMc/s320/ST831732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok not true. theres a few more. very very few more. but im not in the other picture. so whatever &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the winter holidays also conie and I made cookies. I dont remember if i've posted any cookie pictures up yet, but i know conie's blog had pictures. Anyway... if i hadn't yet... here's some: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241324364008309810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzsvUVQxDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HCw_Grxw4lU/s320/ST831746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadaa! cute ya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pretties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241324376801520338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzswD_ZqtI/AAAAAAAAAqI/VcbcTwnkkug/s320/ST831759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The uglies and aliens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241324384279708562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzswf2Vw5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gA3etrF9Wdw/s320/ST831762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bunny collection:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241324385564045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzswkojMGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pRqJV9ryvJc/s320/ST831767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on sunday night Hari Merdeka, Conie, Kavi and Sook Mun came over for nasi lemak. The sambal was cooked by mummy when she was here a month ago (been frozen in the freezer) so the difficult part was done. All's left is to get the rice cooked (at my house), roast peanuts and cut cucumber (done by kavi and sook mun), boil eggs (conie), and fry some ikan bilis (my job!) anndd....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322867882725186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzrYO1ID0I/AAAAAAAAApg/8B8pwblqt9E/s320/ST831922.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tadaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322862655692018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzrX7W53PI/AAAAAAAAApY/OjrHYREBNP4/s320/ST831912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THen we played uno, and here mr Dragon was the card dispenser fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322875084645522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzrYpqMpJI/AAAAAAAAApo/F2lmtIJn7CE/s320/ST831923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played the thumb game that kavi thought us and the loser drinks- A combination of lots of stuff... :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322887170342802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzrZWrpv5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/6zS4IbMdfqU/s320/ST831926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my drink when they finally made me lose after trying several rounds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322879287042882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzrY5UII0I/AAAAAAAAApw/KIvn4LQowjQ/s320/ST831938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadaa!! yes. looks absolutely delicious doesn't it? =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. enough tadaa's for the day... end of story.&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/22717791-3135345311706302644?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3135345311706302644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3135345311706302644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3135345311706302644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3135345311706302644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLzpSPNMDdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/hmdgc_oRRMc/s72-c/ST831732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-959725678966181520</id><published>2008-09-01T23:44:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:02:06.153+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue.</title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;so we all know my mum and sis came down to adelaide sometime ago... and i havent said anything about it. cuz im just lazy. :P&lt;br /&gt;mum came and did LOTS of cooking! SOO for the next few weeks (including tonight) i just have to un-freeze some food and cook rice and maybe add a dish or two and: tadaaa!! dinner done! :) totally cool. and mum coming inspired me to start filling up my fridge again. shes always got some good idea for fast, easy food....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. without further delay... pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice! its sort of becoming a tradition. haha. the last time my mum left adelaide we also had chicken rice for dinner on the last night:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv7D2NCxGI/AAAAAAAAApA/-HQZTZZ2TJI/s1600-h/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058634884105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv7D2NCxGI/AAAAAAAAApA/-HQZTZZ2TJI/s320/DSC02535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my brother and mum:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241056802539710210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv5ZMMGJwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0mTup5WRNjI/s320/DSC02536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The siblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv7EVdZbCI/AAAAAAAAApI/TpAbCOJa9fA/s1600-h/DSCN9967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058643274198050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv7EVdZbCI/AAAAAAAAApI/TpAbCOJa9fA/s320/DSCN9967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to toysRus cuz my sis wanted to see the teddy bears i told her about...&lt;br /&gt;bro looking a bit stoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6JtqDjXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/734LUp04Smc/s1600-h/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057636157459826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6JtqDjXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/734LUp04Smc/s320/DSC02523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and the bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6JobuvSI/AAAAAAAAAog/6vp_OC6IzHg/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057634755198242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6JobuvSI/AAAAAAAAAog/6vp_OC6IzHg/s320/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sis and the bear!(she had another camera to smile at so shes looking that way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6KPlE3aI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TyU2hQn4fKs/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057645263379874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6KPlE3aI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TyU2hQn4fKs/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THen since my sis hasnt been to torrens river yet, we took some old bread and headed there to feed the birds! (my sis looks like a tourist here with the white cap. Got it from bhpbiliton who were doing some olympic promo thing at the park...) and thats her swan friend who wouldnt go over to the other side with the other birds in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6KDzPIsI/AAAAAAAAAow/SC-r0Bf12NY/s1600-h/DSC02532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057642101547714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6KDzPIsI/AAAAAAAAAow/SC-r0Bf12NY/s320/DSC02532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brought them all to Marion shopping center... here with mum and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6KaZo3-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/8Wxr7hdNp40/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241057648168198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv6KaZo3-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/8Wxr7hdNp40/s320/DSCN0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaaand finally.... just for some craziness..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv5ZBVLCGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rQxuZkgpMmU/s1600-h/DSCN9971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241056799624988770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv5ZBVLCGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rQxuZkgpMmU/s320/DSCN9971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-959725678966181520?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/959725678966181520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=959725678966181520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/959725678966181520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/959725678966181520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-overdue.html' title='Long overdue.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLv7D2NCxGI/AAAAAAAAApA/-HQZTZZ2TJI/s72-c/DSC02535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-7059378681210989342</id><published>2008-09-01T23:37:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:43:55.607+09:30</updated><title type='text'>old friends.</title><content type='html'>Its not that i've lost contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;They're there...&lt;br /&gt;on my MSN, on Facebook, I have their email addresses, their phone numbers...&lt;br /&gt;But i just don't talk to them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Even my closest friends. We assume we're still friends. Because nothing's ever gotten between us (except for lots of sea and land) but how do we know we still get along if we don't talk to each other?&lt;br /&gt;And the problem isn't just- we dont talk to each other. IF we do, What do we talk about? What if there's lots of awkward silences? It happens on MSN. people don't know what to say in response, so just leave it and thats the end of the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only friendships can remain forever...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately people change, and interests change. We have less and less in common.&lt;br /&gt;We make new friends and move on. So do they.&lt;br /&gt;And over time... people drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have some feeling ive written the same thing before sometime ago. but the thought is still lingering in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-7059378681210989342?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/7059378681210989342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=7059378681210989342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7059378681210989342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/7059378681210989342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-friends.html' title='old friends.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-3204549566693851528</id><published>2008-08-31T03:13:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:16:39.298+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The time for blog bombardment again.</title><content type='html'>ideas come *snap* ideas lost.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write. write and write and write....&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so sleepy. I should get some sleep. House cleaning= long day tomorrow :S hopefully i'll get up on time to clean enough before people come for food.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i have a little house, and it really shouldn't take so long, but still.... its a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick. I feel sick-est in the morning, and at night. How strange is that? In the day i'm really not sick at all... i think im not. I was definitely feeling very well and healthy at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-3204549566693851528?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/3204549566693851528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=3204549566693851528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3204549566693851528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/3204549566693851528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-blog-bombardment-again.html' title='The time for blog bombardment again.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8143110479387167099</id><published>2008-08-31T03:01:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:04:07.036+09:30</updated><title type='text'>behold the geek.</title><content type='html'>oh no, that last entry bumped the entry with pictures on it... now its plain and boring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll add another picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLmEJsFTgWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AjE3gJ82jNI/s1600-h/DSC02554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240364943409381730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLmEJsFTgWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AjE3gJ82jNI/s320/DSC02554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah... love the uniformity... the colour... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8143110479387167099?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8143110479387167099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8143110479387167099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8143110479387167099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8143110479387167099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-no-that-last-entry-bumped-entry-with.html' title='behold the geek.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SLmEJsFTgWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AjE3gJ82jNI/s72-c/DSC02554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-8393999919699988310</id><published>2008-08-31T02:51:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:59:43.498+09:30</updated><title type='text'>msn-ing requires skill.</title><content type='html'>I'm boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i come up withs omething to say other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or I start talking about seriously boring stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-8393999919699988310?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/8393999919699988310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=8393999919699988310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8393999919699988310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/8393999919699988310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/msn-ing-requires-skill.html' title='msn-ing requires skill.'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5287187975448250629</id><published>2008-08-30T01:04:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:26:24.556+09:30</updated><title type='text'>1 word: EXHAUSTED</title><content type='html'>And then many more words... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started at 9am. I actually woke up at 8:50am :P&lt;br /&gt;rushed to campus and made it on time for my lecture....&lt;br /&gt;after 3 hours of lecture i went home, made some quick sandwich lunch, and chilled out for a while... then at 2pm i had microbiology practical, which lasted the whole 3 hours AND 15MINS. and by the time i got home it was almost 5:30. Quickly filled up a pot with water, let it boil and cooked myself instant noodles &gt;&lt; with egg!&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for water to boil, i decided to iron my uniform at home this time, so i did that.. and then i chugged down dinner (very difficult considering its soupy and VERY HOT), and ran off to work. 6 to 11:30pm. It was a long stupid shift. i was tired! but well... i can't complain. at least i have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to rest and relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have the same shift again. Oh joy. what the way to spend my friday and saturday night. BUT i'm sitll not complaining, some people have the midnight-8am shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing.&lt;br /&gt;E.Coli and inoculation agar STINKS!&lt;br /&gt;seriously. the smell has been haunting me the entire time i was at work. Everywhere i go has SOMETHING that smells like it. THE GROSSEST THING EVER. i shouldn't have sniffed it in prac today. (but then HOW ELSE was i supposed to answer the 'odour' description!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i lied 1 more laast thing&lt;br /&gt;MY LEGS are friggin ACHING from the jog yesterday. =.="&lt;br /&gt;in a way im partially glad that my work doesn't involve any sitting. So as lng as imj standing the whole time, im fine. and when im sitting im fine. but standin up and sitting down agin, or walking up or down stairs or bending down to get stuff... AAh... pain &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5287187975448250629?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5287187975448250629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5287187975448250629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5287187975448250629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5287187975448250629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-word-exhausted.html' title='1 word: EXHAUSTED'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-6173238941654831794</id><published>2008-08-29T12:19:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:19:48.846+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ah... smells...</title><content type='html'>girl next to me is eating KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Smells SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time to go home for lunch now. Proper lunch. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-6173238941654831794?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/6173238941654831794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=6173238941654831794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6173238941654831794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/6173238941654831794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-smells.html' title='ah... smells...'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5853860595722446960</id><published>2008-08-28T21:29:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:37:50.977+09:30</updated><title type='text'>hello river torrens</title><content type='html'>Hi again&lt;br /&gt;It's during the busiest times that i have most blog entries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went on a LONG OVERDUE jog today!! Ah how i missed the satisfaction arriving home half dead looking like a cooked lobster... (i hate the jogging part though. torturous &gt;&lt;)The same run took me longer today than it did the last time i went. I believe it was march or early april... yes it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; long ago...&lt;br /&gt;Some swan babies are hatching a bit early! I saw a couple of swans with their little flock of babies today. SO CUTE. :) and then the pelicans were all gathering together... don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;But the river was kind of dirty... :( it's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Whats really cool, was when this pelican flew and glided overhead, and then it turned... glided over the water for a bit, and headed MY WAY and turned up and off to the side before it hit me. WaH i was so scared for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i'm walking around, i think of a gazillion things i want to blog about. But when i turn on the computer and finally get online- my head goes blank. It's really quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tutorial 2 is over. another 2 weeks of fun practical and no preparation :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ok, not true. i need to fix some notes, but that shouldn't take too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5853860595722446960?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5853860595722446960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5853860595722446960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5853860595722446960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5853860595722446960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-river-torrens.html' title='hello river torrens'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22717791.post-5864334530712507919</id><published>2008-08-27T21:39:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:47:49.599+09:30</updated><title type='text'>*meow*</title><content type='html'>haha. i just realised- i'm such a copycat.&lt;br /&gt;first the pubcrawl picture, then about the test.&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not Just realised. I already knew :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i almost missed my chem prac. i set my alarm for 8:10. i woke up at around 6-ish and relaised it was really eraly, so i went back to sleep. Suddenly jolted awake again at about 9:20am. CLASS STARTS AT 9:30!! i was wondering as  hell why my alarm didn't wake me up- then i realised my alarm time was 8:10PM. genius.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, got changed and ran off to uni. made it just on time. poor Tony looked so glad when i finally showed up. if not he'll have to do the prac on his own... our other group member didn't show up either.&lt;br /&gt;We were extremely blur during the prac... no idea how to work the absorption measuring machine thing. realised that results dont make sense. Asked Dr Des Wiliams and HE DIDNT" KNOW went on and on about some theory... then asked the other demonstrator and she didn't know either. Then finally managed to catch dr Kraft when he's free and he told us what to do. Then at the end we were runing around looking for methanol... the other group stole ours... for such a short prac, we were the LAST 2 PEOPLE left in the lab at 12:10pm when we finally finished clearing up etc.&lt;br /&gt;pray that that doesn't happen again for my next practical....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. i;'ve had a looong day, but its almost 10pm and i still haven't done my pre-prac/tutorial preparation for pharmaceutics tomorrow. so OFF TO WORK i go. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since i blabbed about 'my day' on my blog hasn't it? :) about time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22717791-5864334530712507919?l=enarual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/feeds/5864334530712507919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22717791&amp;postID=5864334530712507919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5864334530712507919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22717791/posts/default/5864334530712507919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enarual.blogspot.com/2008/08/meow.html' title='*meow*'/><author><name>Laurane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744925801495630873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFK0cQwcKng/SFk72GeGtqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RqMpAP9mpPg/S220/DSCN6245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
