<?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-7331728</id><updated>2011-10-30T03:34:33.375+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear, hear....royal comments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-113899174559524938</id><published>2009-03-28T05:22:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:45:55.185+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect impromptu day..</title><content type='html'>The perfect impromptu day began with Joanna calling me up and announcing tt she had a half day off. Then the following ensued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-typing and sending of job application (fingers crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-meeting Jo on the bus, secondary sch style (ie. i'll wait for u at the bus stop and u'll wave frantically at me, so i can board the same bus as u and we'll have a fantastic time chatting on the bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-breakfast/lunch/dinner at Crystal Jade which means 'woohoo! pei dan zhou and har gou!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shopping! shoe shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fleatique at SAM. bought a purple dress. shld have also bought a nice pseudo-leather bag and a black waist belt. oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fries with mcflurry for supper, coupled with loads more to talk abt. loved all the taxi uncle stories. really shows how some small things tt others say or do can just make ur day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, check out &lt;a href="http://www.monoscope.com/2009/03/microsoft_2019.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Microsoft video that envisions technology in 2019. Way cool. Hope tt all these can be affordable to everyone in the near future. 10 more years to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-113899174559524938?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/113899174559524938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=113899174559524938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113899174559524938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113899174559524938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-impromptu-day.html' title='A perfect impromptu day..'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-2130527607445630580</id><published>2009-03-22T01:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:44:25.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescent days</title><content type='html'>THE CRESCENTIAN THING WRITEN BY A CRESCENTIAN FOR A CRESCENTIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Known a teacher who didn’t shave her armpits [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Remembered a teacher for having a very strong “scent” [X]&lt;br /&gt;Tricked a teacher on April Fools [X]&lt;br /&gt;Knew a teacher who liked a student of the same sex [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Knew a teacher who needed to eat more seaweed [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Contacted a teacher via SMS before [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uniform&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore the tie on the first day of school [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Buttoned up your shirt all the way to the top on the first day of school [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Wore the socks that said C.G.S [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Wore ankle socks because the C.G.S was simply disgusting [wore ankle socks cause i refuse to pay for crescent propaganda socks]&lt;br /&gt;Had velcro taped to your blouse/skirt [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Placed stuff in your breast pocket [never!]&lt;br /&gt;Tore your breast pocket [if only someone would tear theirs for me]&lt;br /&gt;Wore uniforms at least two sizes bigger [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Purposely wore shorts other than the school’s PE shorts for mass runs [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Detested your house tee so much it is chucked in one corner of your closet or is used as a rag [pankhurst? only wore it on sports day]&lt;br /&gt;Bought sports shoes from Queensway [X]&lt;br /&gt;Wore normal bras [never!]&lt;br /&gt;Unhooked people’s normal bra [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Wore bright coloured sportsbras that wasn’t allowed [i had to book pple who did tt]&lt;br /&gt;Wrote stuff on your sports shoes such as _______rocks [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Thought Crescentian was pronounced as Crescent -tian [stupid glenn ong did tt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught for having waxing your hair [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded for having your hair too short [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Hid your handphone in the OHP [how do u do tt even]&lt;br /&gt;Hid your handphone in ziplock bags and placed them in your waterbottles [woah..tt's extreme]&lt;br /&gt;Used lollipop sticks as your earrings [will never put holes in my body]&lt;br /&gt;Wore really fanciful earrings despite knowing you should not be doing so [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Wore your nametag in a way that it hung low into your breast pocket [X]&lt;br /&gt;Made a nametag that didn’t bear your name [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tore Newsweeks to share with friends who didn’t bring anything during Silent Reading [X]&lt;br /&gt;Got caught tearing your newsweeks/reading textbooks and was made to stand [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Was used as an example for bad behaviour [it was miss goody goody! haha]&lt;br /&gt;Was remembered by the security guard for breaking the rules [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Passed notes in class on a frequent basis [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Had a teacher read out the note you passed in class [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;History&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the ballerina story like the back of your hand [X, i always thought tt the ballerina was hauntingly beautiful]&lt;br /&gt;Thought the guy who appeared in school at night was a ghost [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the top level of the library worrying Pontianak would appear [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Heard one or more ghost stories about the school [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought mixed/”can” sandwich from the last stall [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to protest against the school for banning the sale of hashbrowns [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Ordered chicken porridge without chicken/ grass jelly without grass [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Loved the dessert from the first stall [X, omg i miss alien juice aka honeydew with milk!]&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to order a random juice from the first stall and actually got it [ ]&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, you ate from the stall with the longest queue [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Spread/Knew the rumour that the last stall recycles their straws [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Would rather eat Mobil’s food anytime [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the canteen table [X]&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated your friend’s birthday by singing Happy Birthday crescent style [X, and i still did in JC, resulting in wierd looks from other pple]&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you fell off the canteen chair [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Kicked the vending machine because you heard that it gives more change than it should [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have bought something from the petrol kiosk before [X]&lt;br /&gt;Loved buying instant noodles and balance it all the way back to school [X]&lt;br /&gt;Loved Polar Puffs and Cakes [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Regarded town as your second home [X]&lt;br /&gt;Ever SMS-ed people to warn them that teachers were in town [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Knew the ice-cream uncle at Redhill [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Walked to redhill market to eat carrot cake or drink sugar cane [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Tanglin Macs for breakfast before/after remedial [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curriculum and Hobbies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know one or more quotes from the King of the Castle [i did animal farm]&lt;br /&gt;Know one or more quotes from the R&amp;amp;J [X]&lt;br /&gt;Read your textbooks more than 4 times [some parts of the bio text]&lt;br /&gt;Loved breaking those 4/6 digit number locks [X, YES YES YES!!]&lt;br /&gt;Called Mr Chan up to break your lock because you lost/forgot to bring the key [X]&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the toilet each time the bell rang [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Ate in the toilet before because you felt it was clean enough [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Walked in to the toilet and saw something you shouldn’t see [i saw something tt i shldnt in a dark classroom]&lt;br /&gt;Heard people gossiping about you/people you know because they didn’t realise you were in the toilet [tt happened in JC though]&lt;br /&gt;Looked at yourself in the full-length mirror in the canteen [X]&lt;br /&gt;Loitered in school even though lessons were over [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mass Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ran so fast you were given a piece of paper to commend you [siao..i wasnt from the track team]Hid in class so you wouldn’t have to run [nah, i almost wanted to join AVA to escape mass run]&lt;br /&gt;Purposely came late for school so you could miss mass run [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Were one of those few who pushed against the school gate when they were closing it all because you took too long to run [X]&lt;br /&gt;Tried to run a route different from yours so it would be shorter [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Prayed that it would rain so mass run would be cancelled [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rotanda, Mini Forum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread flour all over the floor so you could slide through [but i did throw flour-filled bombs at juniors during camp]&lt;br /&gt;Threw something down the rotunda [X]&lt;br /&gt;Held a wedding ceremony at the rotunda [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tripped at the mini-forum stairs [X]&lt;br /&gt;Raced someone up the stairs [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Science Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tried to burn the tables in the lab [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Cooked something in the lab and ate it [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Stole testubes, boiling tubes etc [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Broke something in the lab before [X, a measuring cylinder in physics lab, tan sze yong gave me tt 'ur hopeless' look]&lt;br /&gt;Burned your hand and didn’t want to tell the teacher for fear that your SPA marks would be deducted [i think i had permaganate splattered over my lab book, no SPA during my days]&lt;br /&gt;Could smell the examination materials before O-levels [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was paranoid about the Flasher at Redhill [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Flasher at Redhill [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Got lost on the 111 or 132 bus every time [i went on a 132 tt turned towards commonwealth once..i swear i didnt see the bus no wrongly, cause kailing saw tt it was 132 too]&lt;br /&gt;Brought grilled chicken into your aircon class even though you knew everyone would smell it [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Would have exchanged your left leg for the Malay stall chicken nuggets [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tried to break into the container classrooms through that metal gate [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were a badass sitting with your legs open eating noodles outside the petrol station [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Tried to explain the beauty of sitting outside the Mobil eating insant noodles to friends from other schools/siblings/parents [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Planned on sitting with your legs open the rest of your life [X, did tt in JC and shocked the principal]&lt;br /&gt;Thought about hiding your phone in your underwear[ ]&lt;br /&gt;Hid your discman in the ceiling [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally let out a secret in the toilet when you thought only you and your confidant were there [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Thought Far East Plaza was the Shit [X, i still think tt anywhere with 77th street is shit]&lt;br /&gt;Thought Jurong Point was the coolest place in the world...all the way at the end of the East-West Line [hate going there..so far..bloody countryside lah]&lt;br /&gt;Felt like Kingshaw in sec 4 [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Lusted after Hooper[who? i sense a generation gap.]&lt;br /&gt;Was told to keep quiet by your teacher for burping too loudly [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Knew exactly what Romeo was going through [i thought tt he was a infatuated bag of lust!]&lt;br /&gt;Swore never to be a lady (maybe a leader) [my uni friends laughed soooo much at this vision of the sch, cause crescent clearly failed in transforming me into a lady]&lt;br /&gt;Untucked your shirt after boarding the 132 bus so you would look cool in town [only 0.5cm of the shirt was tucked in]&lt;br /&gt;Felt guilty for untucking your shirt [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Never wore ankle socks so felt like a nerd most of your 4 years [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on someone from Crescent [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Was intimidated by your seniors [X, omg bitch suhana]&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from Chia in the Rotunda [X, i always do a U-turn when i spot her]&lt;br /&gt;Was lectured by Mr Samat [ ]&lt;br /&gt;Hid under a desk to pon class [ ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-2130527607445630580?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/2130527607445630580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=2130527607445630580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/2130527607445630580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/2130527607445630580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2009/03/crescent-days.html' title='Crescent days'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-6270201600385911361</id><published>2009-03-21T20:45:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:36:19.305+11:00</updated><title type='text'>210309</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to the awesome todou dude, i have watching sooo many sitcoms and feel good movies these two days. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315589557766879554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEiiJ4eUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SSRvfoMh9hk/s320/angus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315589444920723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEb9xQyWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ynmv0GySwpw/s320/becoming+jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Becoming Jane &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEXLdII6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tMY5C5nZ64o/s1600-h/wild+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315589362695021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEXLdII6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tMY5C5nZ64o/s320/wild+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTERUqLbvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DxGx8nsVVlQ/s1600-h/in-the-land-of-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315589262086467314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTERUqLbvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DxGx8nsVVlQ/s320/in-the-land-of-women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Land of Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEFesLj-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g8pVEzlEzYo/s1600-h/scrubs3-cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315589058620788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEFesLj-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g8pVEzlEzYo/s320/scrubs3-cov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTD9hfy_UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xk2WR5a-d_A/s1600-h/lose+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315588921935199554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTD9hfy_UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xk2WR5a-d_A/s320/lose+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How to Lose Friends and Alienate People &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315588276744996978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTDX9-dyHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V6ZTnu02Rj4/s320/HowIMetYourMother_S3_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315591542776987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTGWE5LAII/AAAAAAAAAGc/DTpSkyQDfFQ/s320/just_my_luck_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-6270201600385911361?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/6270201600385911361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=6270201600385911361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6270201600385911361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6270201600385911361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2009/03/210309.html' title='210309'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/ScTEiiJ4eUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SSRvfoMh9hk/s72-c/angus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-3343730860158963424</id><published>2009-03-20T03:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:25:04.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>200309</title><content type='html'>Argh..having troubles falling asleep. Body clock's all screwed up. I think I should get a job with a night shift. Screw the whole getting older faster possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having wierd dreams again. Also, having very wierd thoughts while lying awake and willing myself to sleep. This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been renewing connections with people that i have not been talking to for a long time. It feels awkward and somehow false. Seems that all we have in common and to talk about mainly concerns the past. A somehow polished and edited version of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the word "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stymie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(verb)&lt;/em&gt;", in the context of being a situation or problem presenting such difficulties as to discourage or defeat any attempt to deal with or resolve it such that it is to hinder, block, or thwart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3343730860158963424?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3343730860158963424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3343730860158963424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3343730860158963424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3343730860158963424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2009/03/200309.html' title='200309'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-8241378209116013343</id><published>2009-02-27T02:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:06:20.289+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect day</title><content type='html'>A perfect day consists of Gilmore Girls marathon, McDonald's breakfast, loads of junk food, a nice exfoliating bath and a nice moisturizing session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have never felt such a strong sense of animosity towards the Dean character in Gilmore Girls. But now i can clearly see what a ulterior motive-filled sleezebag he really is. Never liked the floppy hair of his. I think this may have stemmed from the dislike of floppy haired boy band members from last century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised that McDonald's no longer served ham and egg mcmuffin without the cheese, since the one tt nep bought for me was filled with goo-ey low grade waxy cheddar. The golden days of McD's are clearly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, an update on my previously-mentioned lust..&lt;br /&gt;I tried it on and sadly I have encounted the first time where I wished I had thicker wrists and then silently cursed Philippe Starck for not designing sometime similar with a smaller watchface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-8241378209116013343?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/8241378209116013343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=8241378209116013343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8241378209116013343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8241378209116013343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-day.html' title='A perfect day'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-6133821332044268048</id><published>2009-02-20T17:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:33:34.644+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Lust..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SZ5Nl_XRzeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ljzPsTvkeEM/s1600-h/starke+watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304762726148591074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SZ5Nl_XRzeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ljzPsTvkeEM/s320/starke+watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the S+arck with Fossil Collection by Philippe Starck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have something to buy with my future pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-6133821332044268048?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/6133821332044268048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=6133821332044268048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6133821332044268048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6133821332044268048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-lust.html' title='My New Lust..'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SZ5Nl_XRzeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ljzPsTvkeEM/s72-c/starke+watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-862181607366968028</id><published>2008-11-26T01:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:57:18.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>261108</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just bought the dress for grad. Spent 40bucks on a cheap Valleygirl dress instead of 120bucks on a super nice vintage lace overlay dress from Forever New. Hmm..money saved? But I'm still so in love with this Forever New dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609038805273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SSwR_D2AimI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QKupGjGTA8E/s320/forever+new+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vintage lace overlay dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-862181607366968028?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/862181607366968028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=862181607366968028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/862181607366968028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/862181607366968028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/11/261108.html' title='261108'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SSwR_D2AimI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QKupGjGTA8E/s72-c/forever+new+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-1907888303846517177</id><published>2008-11-24T01:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:18:37.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>231108</title><content type='html'>I bought shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY and SATISFIED! wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got a pair of black patent shoe boot and my first pair of sensible diana ferrari heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just have to buy a nice grad dress and the shoes to match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-1907888303846517177?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/1907888303846517177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=1907888303846517177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/1907888303846517177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/1907888303846517177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/11/231108_24.html' title='231108'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-8217055568559882737</id><published>2008-11-23T01:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:22:58.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>231108</title><content type='html'>sometimes i do wonder if all the extra work i do will be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever get to publish? doesnt really seem that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SHOES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-8217055568559882737?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/8217055568559882737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=8217055568559882737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8217055568559882737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8217055568559882737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/11/231108.html' title='231108'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-4485051288176095348</id><published>2008-09-20T18:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:15:44.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>200908</title><content type='html'>after such a lengthy haitus from blogging, i finally decide to fill it with something before the higher powers decide to scrap this activity-less blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, my entire life is just filled with honours, honours, honours and (oh yah, how could i forget!) honours! seriously this whole academic thing bleeds right into my subconsciousness too. i actually dream of experiments that failed, thesis that just dissappears or scenes where my supervisor asks me to REPEAT experiments. it's a damn bloody scary lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically there is just 1 week plus till the official stop date of all experiments and after that it's 4 (arh! panic attack!) weeks before the due date of the thesis itself. somehow even though i'm bloody whinging about all these, i think somewhere deep down inside i actually like this. i know. i need help. need to get therapy for the serious psychological self-flagallation that i do to myself everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides all that, i have realised that i have very very bad writing abilities, which makes my thesis a very boring read. i really thank pple who have volunteered to read my thesis for me. this pple are great man! give them an ndp award for their self-sacrifical and heroic act, cause yeah..it is possible to die from reading my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg back to the lab to check up on my gel..tah for now..whoever is still reading abt this crap no-life of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-4485051288176095348?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/4485051288176095348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=4485051288176095348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/4485051288176095348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/4485051288176095348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/09/200908.html' title='200908'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-90979161576699441</id><published>2008-06-18T18:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:22:55.281+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1105208497rmi visual spatial.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=653N" target="_blank"&gt;The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Visual/Spatial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You probably feel at home with the visual arts, maps, charts, and diagrams. You tend to think in images and pictures. You learn best by looking at pictures and slides, watching videos or movies, and visualizing. 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/06/rogers-indicator-of-multiple.html' title='The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-1025474599837524120</id><published>2008-06-04T21:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:46:52.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;shld really be preparing for my presentation now, but then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;flipped through my photo folder and decided tt i shld post a happy picture on to remind myself of the happy times tt i had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yah, we went to brighton beach..like during easter break..yup..long long time ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SEaAII3CzjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PNPPduyETSs/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207990896406220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SEaAII3CzjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PNPPduyETSs/s320/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SEaAIY3CzkI/AAAAAAAAADE/jgqIuuo4jic/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207990900701187650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SEaAIY3CzkI/AAAAAAAAADE/jgqIuuo4jic/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SEaAI43CzlI/AAAAAAAAADM/i3z5KTTFFgQ/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207990909291122258" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-8724648514429643078</id><published>2008-05-18T23:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:39:47.162+10:00</updated><title type='text'>180508</title><content type='html'>finally! a whole day to spend in my room..&lt;br /&gt;i just holed up in my room n watched stargate, gilmore girls, listened to death cab, ate dorritos and talked on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;a pretty perfect day apart from the whole eating-dorritos-always-makes-me depressed thing. my brain's obviously trying to remind tt i'm putting fat in my body and we all know, fat pple r depressed. seriously, there is a correlation between obesity and depression. it's easy to see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda really glad that all my weekends r strictly all play and no work, it's good in a way because i get to recharge, but then, i feel so crap on sun night cause i didnt do any work during the weekend. ah, evasion of responsiblities, i could so make a career out of tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tmr's the start of a whole new week, n i shld be really busting my arse to complete my assignment. it will be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-8724648514429643078?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/8724648514429643078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=8724648514429643078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8724648514429643078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8724648514429643078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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that requires identification, i always have to flash that spore ic with the ugly photo. i seriously cannot see any resemblance to that photo. always wondered how the photo checking pple actually let me through. or maybe the think that no one in the right mind will actually have a fake id with such a bad, awkward teenage phase photo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that my cheekbones look higher than normal in the permit photo. fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191997877480343746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SA2uj6nMSMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2rnZhCwdMs4/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3560299477168873140?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3560299477168873140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3560299477168873140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3560299477168873140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3560299477168873140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-bringing-along-my-ic-to-go.html' title='No more bringing along my IC to go clubbing...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/SA2uj6nMSMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2rnZhCwdMs4/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-7171932627378742548</id><published>2008-04-05T23:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:28:27.611+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm over you, serotonin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will continue my affair with RXFP1..please love me back and award me with the H1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-7171932627378742548?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/7171932627378742548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=7171932627378742548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/7171932627378742548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/7171932627378742548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-over-you-serotonin-now-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-8735571129181354863</id><published>2008-03-30T00:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:48:44.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>300308</title><content type='html'>i just dont have the ability to get tanned; and on top of tt, i have apparently developed allergies to sand as well! so besides the grass at west coast park and grass on the lovely south lawn (ref to pictures 2 posts back), i'm allergic to sand at brighton beach as well. grr. sadness! yanting has this theory that this is a sudden overcompensation of my immune system. this sure does sound like a better explanation than my, 'hmm, maybe they just use the same fertilizer that i happen to be allergic to'. haha. yesh..my brain is currently mush right now. i swear, if i shake my head, u'll hear like slooshing sounds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoped u switched off ur lights at 8 today..if not, damn u, contributor to global warming n destroyer of polar bear homes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-8735571129181354863?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-3189055310789076559</id><published>2008-03-26T22:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:07:52.738+11:00</updated><title type='text'>260308</title><content type='html'>aww..i miss all my frens..times under the sun and running home before 6 everyday and having the chance to squeeze in an afternoon shop before the stores closes for the day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3189055310789076559?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3189055310789076559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3189055310789076559' title='0 Comments'/><link 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house and pretend tt i just happened to be there, hogging a whole table to myself during the busy lunch time..haha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124540566000386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/Rx4GfmmIQGI/AAAAAAAAACs/kspyTJkR1DQ/s320/n501222888_367571_7281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124540029129474130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/Rx4GAWmIQFI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y0GF5v67Jlk/s320/n501222888_367564_4938.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A peck for the bday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/Rx4EzmmIQCI/AAAAAAAAACM/LD5BDJsRtLM/s1600-h/n501222888_367578_9614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124538710574514210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/Rx4EzmmIQCI/AAAAAAAAACM/LD5BDJsRtLM/s320/n501222888_367578_9614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lying on the lawn b4 prac classes..gosh, huge sunnies really make faces look smaller..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-2499754770802139519?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/2499754770802139519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=2499754770802139519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/2499754770802139519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the guys fault. always making me stay up late to play games. grr.&lt;br /&gt;but on a happier note, i won in 1 of the 3 Munchkins games we played on monday night. actually, the allied won 2 games in total. needless to say, i'm in the allied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just took on yokes's challenge to go cold turkey on facebook for 3 weeks. that sneaky woman went to post on my wall. must be some attempt to break my cold turkeying. btw, i didnt go on facebook to check the post out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..bought a new mp3 player on mon. iRiver x20 8GB. paid 238 aussie for it. i think tt it's a pretty good deal. but one thing tt i hate abt this mp3 player was that it lacked shortcut menu. like i have to click n scroll thousand and one time to actually get my music collection to shuffle. batt life not tt good either. but on the other hand, the display is great and it has a microSD slot, so i can expand the memory. now i just have to find out how i can get album art on to the screen. the cdrom and the quickstart booklet which came along in the package was useless lah. probably have to go online to search in forum on how to use this device to it's full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah..i kinda gave myself a belated birthday+graduation+reward for mugging present on mon too. i bought season 5 and 6 of gilmore girls!!! got them at 50% off somemore. haha. yay!! but for now i have placed them on the top shelf so tt i wont just watch everything for 4 days straight. going to watch these dvds in summer when i have to hide at home cause the flies are getting too vicious and the UV rays are getting so strong tt i will get a mutation in a cell everytime i step out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie of the week is '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;offside&lt;/span&gt;'. it's damn good. hmm..dun really like this poster. the dvd cover is so much nicer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117015876715920242" style="DISPLAY: block; 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i'm just too lazy to cook and eat. dun even ask me how i can be too lazy to eat. haha. thirdly, i really have to start sleeping more and playing less, for this whole week it has been as if i was living in some london time zone! besides all that, there's also some unresolved issues that i really need to figure out; b4 they give me even more nightmares. or rather daymares cause i sleep when the sun is still up. really need my gfs right now to help me figure all this crap out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided to give myself a stay-at-home-eat-junk-n-watch-dvds-non-stop-day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished watching the 2nd episode of 'Fingersmith', 'Crazy/Beautiful', 'Lake House' and 1 episode of 'Arrested Development'. 'Fingersmith' was unexpectedly good. it showed how pple are not as innocent as they seem and it has that wonderful deary dickensian london thing going on. i think that dvds that i pick up randomly usually turn out to be the good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112263370362370770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RvJocwywutI/AAAAAAAAABs/qb9BPOvGH9U/s320/fingersmith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112263370362370786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RvJocwywuuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z-S4DhnmWdU/s320/crazy%27beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112263374657338098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RvJodAywuvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MO4Ut2ZnFow/s320/lakehouse.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/7331728-5346374125298314612?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/5346374125298314612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=5346374125298314612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/5346374125298314612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/5346374125298314612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/09/200907.html' title='200907'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RvJocwywutI/AAAAAAAAABs/qb9BPOvGH9U/s72-c/fingersmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-8790711131832732602</id><published>2007-09-16T07:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:17:55.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>on holiday!</title><content type='html'>hols has officially began!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was spent trying franctically to finish my assignments, two of them, that were due at 5pm. At ard, 4.56pm then i submitted one of it online. haha. tt was really an adrenaline rush. i was typing so quickly and me and my fren just totally stopped chatting away and just typed away. after that, i went for a play "Dowager and I", which was really good. the drawback was that it was like 3hrs long, so basically butt had pins and needles. after that, went for dinner at ard 11pm at Chillipadi, and chatted there till ard 1am. Slept at 3.45 am cause i went online. btw slept at 4am the night before, so yeah, i'm totally in the wrong timezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on sat afternoon, went shopping. wasnt supposed to get anything cause i was just supposed to be accompanying qing. haha, but guess wat, i spent more than her! haha. bought jeans and shoes. considering that the jeans were originally 150bucks while i bought it at 55bucks, i actually saved ard 100bucks. haha. not bad eh? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually havent gone to sleep since sat, cause was playing card games with my fren till like 4am plus, then we decided that we were too hungry to go to sleep, so we had pancakes for breakfast. haha. since i had tea with my pancakes, kinda feel slightly awake, so cant really go straight to sleep. so here i am, wasting time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i shld go sleep, if not i cant wake up to go study. got to work hard for tt above 80 average. i know i can! i have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk..off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully when i wake up later, the sun will still be in the sky. Morning peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-8790711131832732602?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/8790711131832732602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=8790711131832732602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8790711131832732602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8790711131832732602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-holiday.html' title='on 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which, if memory doesnt fail me, is also known as benzoic acid. n i think we also learnt tt it is poisonous. haha. wee, drinking poison here! 1 step closer to dying at 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit weeks are officially over, now i've got to type my CV and do all my assignments by fri. not tt bad yah, considering my CV will only contain my name and address. haha. i'm so screwed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-1303284988626451527?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/1303284988626451527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=1303284988626451527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that was very hard, the test that i could have done better but was alright and the test that was worth skipping class to mug for. so all the tests are over for now and the up and coming task to do now is to find the right honours supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's really tough work, i tell ya. u have no idea how many bloody brilliant nerds are out there --pple who u have to out-impress and out-perform to get the desired honours program. and then there's also the whole chatting to supervisors thing. i seriously dun know wat to ask them, so basically i'll just ask 'so wat's ur project abt?' and then stand there and smile and nod and try really hard to follow wat they're saying. this is bad, very bad. i think the part of my brain in charge of human and social interaction is severely underdeveloped. just another thing to add to the list of stuff that went wrong with me during the crucial developmental phase. maybe dying at 40 wont be such an impossibility, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i found someone else who agrees with the whole dying at 40 thing. hmm, have i already mentioned tt b4? anyway, harsh agrees with me that we shld have already lived our lives to the fullest by the time we're 40. also, all the stress and the toxic substances that we are exposed to will all cause irreversible damage to our health. so, in that case, y not just leave b4 all the degeneration occurs and when u have to live in constant reliance on someone else. besides that, pple now apparently cant save up enough to actually support themselves through their old age. so yeah, join my 'die at 40' movement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3105238030573159491?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3105238030573159491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3105238030573159491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3105238030573159491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3105238030573159491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/09/070907.html' title='070907'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-3436556575425484588</id><published>2007-08-16T04:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T04:38:23.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Destined to Rule the World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/destined-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for something else...&lt;br /&gt;Like inventing a new type of cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't have the stomach for brutality.&lt;br /&gt;But watch out - because many people do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/"&gt;Are You Destined For World Domination?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm..i wont mind inventin new cup cakes..then i can open my cake shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3436556575425484588?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3436556575425484588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3436556575425484588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3436556575425484588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3436556575425484588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-4687996635120990499?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/4687996635120990499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Milk Pocky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/milk-pocky.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: caring and charming&lt;br /&gt;Smooth and silkly... invigorating and natural.&lt;br /&gt;You are like comfort food for the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-309026145176991712?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/309026145176991712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=309026145176991712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/309026145176991712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/309026145176991712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-milk-pocky-your-attitude-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-1236074463867103379</id><published>2007-08-16T04:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T04:14:14.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tt's so not true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Score: 65%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoesyourintrapersonalintelligenceratequiz/intelligence-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Intrapersonal Intelligence is High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great understanding of who you are, and your place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You know what path you're on. And you are excited about your future.&lt;br /&gt;You're always deepening your inner knowledge and introspection. And enjoying it every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoesyourintrapersonalintelligenceratequiz/"&gt;How Does Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-1236074463867103379?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/1236074463867103379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=1236074463867103379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/1236074463867103379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/1236074463867103379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/08/tts-so-not-true.html' title='tt&apos;s so not true..'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-6165022675553272442</id><published>2007-08-16T04:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T04:06:20.494+10:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender, or be zapped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Manipulating Electricity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/electricity.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're highly reactive, energetic, and super charged.If the occasion calls for it, you can go from 0 to 60 in a split second.But you don't harness your energy unless you truly need to.And because of this, people are often surprised by what you are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You have the stamina to fight enemies for days&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: As with your normal life, people would continue to underestimate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-6165022675553272442?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/6165022675553272442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=6165022675553272442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6165022675553272442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6165022675553272442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/08/surrender-or-be-zapped.html' title='surrender, or be zapped!'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-5262407569100144439</id><published>2007-08-13T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:54:48.608+10:00</updated><title type='text'>how would u be defined in a dictionary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;this thing is so funny..i tired various forms of my name just for fun..haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 414px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 134px" width="414" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chew Guo Yan --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually addictive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;yes, pple cant look away...hahahahhaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 414px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 134px" width="414" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elaine --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in nature to a banana peel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;i'm slippery n yellow n not too tasty, yah? hahaha&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;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 413px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 134px" width="413" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guo Yan --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who enjoys the smell of rotten eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;this is just so wrong..i dun like rotten eggs, who do u think i am? the grinch?&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;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 413px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 134px" width="413" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guo Yan Chew --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benevolent to a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;yesh my disciples...i am the benevolent one..ask n u'll be forgiven..hahahha&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;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 414px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 134px" width="414" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elaine Chew --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dance involving little to no clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;eww..now it's just becoming R21..i shld stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-5262407569100144439?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/5262407569100144439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=5262407569100144439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/5262407569100144439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/5262407569100144439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-would-u-be-defined-in-dictionary.html' title='how would u be defined in a dictionary?'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-4844691879105709630</id><published>2007-08-08T15:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:12:19.944+10:00</updated><title type='text'>gilmore girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RrldegZErDI/AAAAAAAAABk/uq5ADNuMp3c/s1600-h/Gilmoregirls_s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096207232018983986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RrldegZErDI/AAAAAAAAABk/uq5ADNuMp3c/s320/Gilmoregirls_s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096206373025524770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RrlcsgZErCI/AAAAAAAAABc/pp-rnMV9vpw/s320/Mirrormask.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is so bad. all i've done this past few days were basically just watching dvds. all rowden white's fault. tempting me always with their dvd collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far i've watched gilmore girls, mirrormask and eragon just in 2 afternoons after school. love gilmore girls, miss it so much, it was like my sunday afternoon show last time in sec sch. up to disc 5 now, so here i am patiently waiting for the 6 disc to come to me. heh. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirrormask"&gt;mirrormask&lt;/a&gt; had the coolest effects loved all the charcoal drawings, love the style tt it was drawn in and all the costumes and masks. the visual effects in the City of Light n the Land of Shadows were spectacular. eragon was pretty bad, the storyline was so stale and weak, i guess a show with avril lavinge singing the theme song should have given it away tt it wasnt gonna be a good fantasy movie. just too bad, the trailers actually looked pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh, i so know wat i wanna do with me first paycheck. i'll go buy the entire collection of gilmore girls. darn shld have bought them during the winter sale at borders. &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/7331728-4844691879105709630?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/4844691879105709630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=4844691879105709630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/4844691879105709630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/4844691879105709630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/08/gilmore-girls.html' title='gilmore girls'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RrldegZErDI/AAAAAAAAABk/uq5ADNuMp3c/s72-c/Gilmoregirls_s1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-6351786746376542357</id><published>2007-08-05T16:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:30:39.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>050807</title><content type='html'>just talked to my parents on the phone, happily using all the international talk time tt i'm allowed in my cap plan. really wonder y it took me so long to realise tt i dun really need a home phone except cause the visa thingy requires tt i have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy tt my parents r gonna come for my grad. seems so fast though. it would be nice to go on road trips. i so can foresee the whole fighting over the front passenger seat thing with my brother. but it goes without saying tt i would always win tt fight, cause i can actually read a map plus the fact tt i got the additional reason tt i've actually navigated to those place before. woohoo! HA-HA to u, my bottomless pit, charcoal brother! yay!! i'll finally get the chance to go to tassie. plus got a driver (aka Daddy), person who pays (aka Daddy n Mummy) plus person to plan stuff (aka Daddy). i'll just be in charge of booking the hotels and car hire. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time for gilmore girls..Tah for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-6351786746376542357?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/6351786746376542357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=6351786746376542357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6351786746376542357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/6351786746376542357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/08/050807_05.html' title='050807'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-4155731053486302149</id><published>2007-08-05T00:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:12:43.541+10:00</updated><title type='text'>050807</title><content type='html'>it has really been a long time since i last posted, say ard 1 mth plus. did lots in tt period. went for a trip, tried writing a travel log, but it fell through on the 7th day of the trip. i think it's really clear tt i shld not ever try to write one anytime soon cause on the 7th day right, i was still trying to recall wat happen on the 4th day so i can write it down. i decided tt hol was for me to relax, so i'm not gonna crack my brains trying to recall wat i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes really fast, n now i'm gonna start the 3rd week of my last sem in uni. kinda scary, considering tt i'll soon be out in the big scary world in like 4 (ARHHHH!!) mths time. although i'll be pretty glad to contribute to the unemployed numbers. so all the tests are coming up. i'm still not motivated to study. just really glued to the com n dvds right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if i ever need to wallow or mope or if i feel depressed in any degree, i would certainly just stay home, n just plant my ass on the sofa n just watch episodes after episodes of OC and Gilmore Girls. i never get tired of them. i think when i'm like damn old, if i ever get to be, i'll be thinking of the past n watching Gilmore Girls and OC on my now super ancient tv and dvd. hmm, or maybe by then i'll be able to get the new 3D-holographic-digitally-remastered version of the series. hmm. would be nice to have jess n dean, or summer n seth n anna walking ard my 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it...</title><content type='html'>crap. i hate how depressed exams make me. really need a sad movie to cry to now. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies, pounding the hell outta the 'h' key makes me feel a teeny bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, my frens all finished their exams, happily gone home, happily not mugging, or trying to mug away. i think i'm mainly depressed cause i havent got enough time to finish studying. but we never have enough time to do such stuff, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm caught in the unmotivated stage of my life, just so tired of all this. i was even contemplating abt jabbing a knife into my thumb or breaking my arm, so tt i can apply for special consideration and take the papers later. actually thought tt it wont be tt bad if i failed or something. then i can take half a year off and come back next year. but then i know tt i wont do so bad until the pt tt i actually fail, i'll just barely scrap thru, and not make the mark for honours, and be stuck in a crap job totally unrelated to wat i like, which would not really matter since i dun even know wat i like, so watever i do i'll just not know if i actually like it. then i'll have to start paying bills and get involved in all the stupid office politics. being dumb sucks big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really envy my frens who have scholarships, after all they need not worry abt a job after they graduate and already have at least 8 yrs of their lives nicely planned out for them. u know wat, i seriously cant imagine my life in 10 yrs time. i mean in primary sch, all the way up till jc, i had the habit of thinking where i'll be in like a few yrs time n i can actually picture something. but now, it's just blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think tt i have kinda experienced enough stuff, n i'll happy disappear from this world. after all, i have kinda attained my goal of making it thru jc, n not ending up in some dumping ground course in some ulu poly. i've made it into uni, got to learn abt all the cool things which, let's face it, i'll never get to use in my life. hai, crappy life. really sucks when there's nothing to look forward to. argh, but wat to do, got no other freaking choice now, after all i made all the decisions tt lead me to where i am, if only there was a rewind button, or maybe a fastforward button, which will bring me to like a yr before my death, which i'll be spending just resting alone. tt'll be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3006541152831116058?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3006541152831116058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3006541152831116058' title='0 Comments'/><link 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really remorseful for being one of those pple who did tt, even if i didnt mean it. i mean i could have unintentionally scarred someone for life from all tt i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also talking with my frens this afternoon about the stuff we actually did to our classmates, especially to loners and those who were just different from us. made me realise how mean kids can be. my fren was saying tt there was this kid in his high sch tt got picked on from the third year of sch till the end of high sch. then this kid never ever dared to come to class gatherings or parties because he was afraid of wat the others would do to him, especially when there wasnt any teachers there to impose order. gosh, this kinda reminds me of &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-1631620091212775560?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-7611829405602735200</id><published>2007-06-03T15:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:33:09.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'>asexuality</title><content type='html'>i was just talking to my frens about how troublesome having relationships are. got to remember when all those anniversaries are, be nice to tt person, act like u actually give a shit about what is going on every moment in their lives, n basically remembering details of wat they told u so u can actually have some thing to talk about in subsequent conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told her about this bachalorette club that me and my frens formed in secondary sch. (note: not spinsters club, because that has a negative connotation to it, n also implies that we're old, unhappy, unwanted and pinning for someone to come sweep us off our feet while we're at home spinning yarn on our wooden spinning wheels) n she told me tt her jc frens formed a 'asexual club'. for a moment there i was like, 'hot damn, didnt know tt kids back home were so free about their sexuality!'. (i have no idea why my brain started thinking in a sawyer from 'lost' kinda way) cause there i was cracking my brains to figure out how pple can actually be asexual. like there can be homo, hetero and bi; so is asexual just all three mixed together or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i was enlightened by gen tt members of the asexual club just dun need guys to procreate. so ok, they're still into the 'sole purpose of every organism on this earth is just to ensure tt there is a next generation' thing. the idea was tt they just needed to bud to get another homo sapien. no need for the seeds from the XYs of our species. i think tt this is spontaneous budding, asexual reproduction thing is probably never gonna happen. but can u think of how hilarious these pple would look like when they r budding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first, they will have mitosis in every cell. n at some stage they will probably have twice of everything on their bodies. which means tt they r gonna be twice their normal size, and twice as heavy, during this next 9 months of gestation. and then, they r gonna have 3 hands, 3 legs and two heads sometime during this 9 mths too. gosh, it'll be like being part of a siamese twin. hahaha. besides that, think of all the alterations that u have to make to ur clothes. insert another sleeve here, put another hole there for the daughter head to pop out..etc. n if u were to travel by public transport, do u pay fare for 2 or 1? cause techically ur not 2 person yet, ur just 1 1/2, or 1 1/4 (ie. 1 and a fraction) of a person. or maybe if the daughter organism hasnt fully formed her butt yet then she cant technically sit in the bus, n thus u can just pay fare for a person. think of all the issue tt come with this new mtd of reproduction. mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another advantage of asexuality, besides the whole dun need XYs thing, is tt watever buds off u is automatically a female. if only females can do this, and every single female does this, just after a generation we will double the population of females on this earth! taking into consideration tt we r not immortals, so we need a replacement rate of at least 2 to have a population growth. or if we wanted to lessen human impact on mother earth, all females can just undergo asexual reproduction once in their lives, hence keeping population numbers under check. no over-population, lesser stress on this earth, no more global warming, earth continues infinately until the next big bang. plus, since all the following generations will be females, while guys cant reproduce, the homo sapien species will only consist of females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt would be good, but i'll have to first learn how to fix cars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-7611829405602735200?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-439505947024252889</id><published>2007-06-02T20:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:45:26.012+10:00</updated><title type='text'>020607</title><content type='html'>i think tt the cold must have caused the sympathatic part of my brain to die of penumonia or tt condition where some part of ur body freezes, turns blue and drops off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching this very old jap drama where the guy was like crying like hell cause the HIV-infected wife was dying from conplications due to partuation. during this whole scene, plus the subsequent ones, i was laughing like hell. i have no idea y but i think tt this was supposed to be a tear jerker episode. crap. ok now tt i'm thinking of tt scene again, i'm like having fits from laughter suppression. aww, my cheeks hurt. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, this week is genetics week. i think it's going alright. kinda find phage mechanisms really fascinating. phages have tons of different sorts of mechanisms they have just to infect cells. n they just alter tiny processes to regulate everything. gosh, these phages are smart, arent they! to prevent the risk of even sounding more nerdy than i already did, i'm gonna stop the genetics talk here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just realised tt exactly 7 days from now will be a very special day. kinda excited tt it's coming but then also dun want it to come cause tt will mean that the following week will be the start of the exams. arhhh! the horrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, got this song 'fed and watered' by josh pyke playing in a loop in my head now. it's a nice song, so i dun mind. heh. i have a feeling tt my head will be bobbing to the tune all thru the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, time to go mug away. byeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-3934744397581762156</id><published>2007-05-30T16:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:21:58.304+10:00</updated><title type='text'>is it alright to barf when...</title><content type='html'>is it alright to barf when u read about ur fren's endless sweet talk and lovey dovey comments on her blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, there shld be a limit to how happy and in '&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;' a person can be. anyway, we're still so young, isnt it abit early to commit to a person only. geez. like dearie, i'm sure u have something else going on in ur life that u can post abt. omg, i think if i see her like in person with the bf i'll just be barfing in my mouth. ok, very eww thought, plus my oesophagus will most probably be burnt by my stomach acids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u most prob be thinking 'dang, she's becoming a grumpy old woman', n yeah, i think i'm sort of progressing towards tt phase of my life. n i like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3934744397581762156?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3934744397581762156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3934744397581762156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3934744397581762156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3934744397581762156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-it-alright-to-barf-when.html' title='is it alright to barf when...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-5021851481782858209</id><published>2007-05-28T19:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:16:48.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what the?!</title><content type='html'>just had the wierdest dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myself wondering around in Borders, and then going to the help desk cause i could find the cashier. but then there wasnt anyone there so i had to go into this room where there was already pple lining up for help. then, out pops this girl, who i recognise as my secondary school classmate. i think that her name was dawn, not the npcc one, the other one who joined the sch later than the others. can i use 'was', cause like i dun think she's dead yet. hmm. anyway, the last time i saw her, she was like shorter than me n perky looking, and it was way way way long ago, almost in another lifetime. gosh, y the hell did she appear in my dream? anyway, then i went to ask her where the cashier is, and suddenly i knew where it was n i was doing the whole tripping over my own words thing. after that there was this techno one beat track that played in the background, which started getting louder and louder. it was really starting to get on my nerves. n then i heard this handphone ringtone, the sort that u hear from the old yellow-screen nokia handphones. n somehow, i realised at that instant tt i must be dreaming and tt maybe someone was calling. still cant quite figure out y i even thought tt i have such a crappy ringtone tho. but anyway, i just woke up and frantically groped ard in the dark for my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, what the?!&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-7426619528948728135</id><published>2007-05-16T23:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:04:07.941+10:00</updated><title type='text'>brainstem! brainstem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Li5nMsXg1Lk' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Li5nMsXg1Lk'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss pinky and the brain so much. &lt;br /&gt;pinky n the brain, pinky and the brain, one is a genius,the other's insane.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-7061419675346303227</id><published>2007-05-16T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:42:47.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yummilicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQWdaMDII/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWce2bTCXbM/s1600-h/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065089815201713282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQWdaMDII/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWce2bTCXbM/s320/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy nepalese food 'banquet'! chickpea curry, beef curry and chilli chicken plus coconut rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQWtaMDJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iFrSeqWOzag/s1600-h/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065089819496680594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQWtaMDJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iFrSeqWOzag/s320/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick smiles for the camera before we devour all the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQW9aMDKI/AAAAAAAAABE/2a2GuOnbo7w/s1600-h/DSC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065089823791647906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQW9aMDKI/AAAAAAAAABE/2a2GuOnbo7w/s320/DSC00240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd round of desserts at koko black--hot choc n nibbling on chai tea dark choc..extreme yumminess. the sore throat after all these was sooo worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-7061419675346303227?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/7061419675346303227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=7061419675346303227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/7061419675346303227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/7061419675346303227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/05/yummilicious.html' title='yummilicious!'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RkrQWdaMDII/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWce2bTCXbM/s72-c/DSC00233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-4150975929610433226</id><published>2007-05-06T01:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:40:03.034+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jia you!</title><content type='html'>i suddenly realised today tt i wont be able to do phd here! gosh, how am i going to support myself for those 3 yrs while i'm trying to churn out a thesis? argh! looking back i shld have started working since like secondary sch or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, really dread the future. dread being unemployed, dread the whole end-of-being-a-minor thing, dread the whole uncertainty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i can go back to spore to do phd. but then i dun want to. so i order to acheive my goal of remaining here for my phd, this is wat i'm gonna do. i'll do really well this year so i can enter a honours programme of my choice, then i go back to spore to work for a year. during tt year, i'll save up my salary! so i'll only go out once a month, plus try to have all meals at home. there'll only be window shopping and buying neccesities. so basically, save, save, save!! hopefully i can do it. so by then i'll have ard 15k. beside tt i'll have to apply for PR here, so i dun need to pay full fee anymore. as for the remaining sum of money tt i'll need, i'll just have to get a loan from the bank or something. n if things r really good, i may even be able to get a scholarship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so from now on i'll have to work my arse off. jia you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-4150975929610433226?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/4150975929610433226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=4150975929610433226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/4150975929610433226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/4150975929610433226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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analysed using colony PCR and restriction digestion. Size of this cDNA clone was determined to be 1.2 Kb, and was purified and sequenced. Sequence obtained was subsequently used to predict the function of the protein encoded. Encoded protein was a hypothetical Serine protease that was predicted to exist in the extracellular space, had chymotrypsin and trypsin activity, and was involved in the biological process of proteolysis. Gene that exists in this cDNA clone was also found to be present on chromosome 6 in the mouse genome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse is an ideal model organism since it has many anatomical, physiological, and metabolic similarities with human (1). Hence, the mouse can be used to study human biology and disease processes that occur in humans. There is also significant similarity between the human and mouse genome, with almost every gene in the human genome having a counterpart in the mouse genome (1, 2). Around 80% of mouse genes have a single identifiable orthologue in the human genome (3). Therefore, by using comparative genomics, human genome sequences can be compared with the mouse genome and the function of a protein encoded by a gene in the human genome can be deduced from its sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse genome was sequenced by the Mouse Genome Sequencing Consortium (MGSC) using a hybrid strategy. Bacterial artificial chromosome-based physical map of the mouse genome was produced by fingerprinting and through the sequencing of ends of clones in a bacterial artificial chromosome (BAC) library. Whole genome shotgun sequencing (WGS) was carried out and then assembly was done to produce an initial draft of the mouse genome sequence. Hierarchical shotgun sequencing was carried out on the BAC clones and the data obtained was combined with the whole genome shotgun sequencing data to generate a hybrid WGS-BAC assembly. A finished sequence was then created by using the BAC clones as template for directed finishing (3). DNA from female mice of the C57BL/6J strain was sequenced (3) and to date 90% of the mouse genome is in finished form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this experiment, cDNA from Mus musculus testis cDNA library has been cloned into yeast plasmid, pYEUra3, and transformed into Escherichia coli (E.coli) cells. Isolation and purification of pYEUra3 from the E.coli and subsequent sequencing of cDNA insert generated the DNA sequence of the insert. From this, protein sequence encoded in that cDNA insert was derived, and through the usage of bioinformatics resources such as BLAST, the possible function of the protein encoded in the cDNA was deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RjdYAfBEA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mmvibg4UvOE/s1600-h/hypothetical+protein.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059609471723242482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RjdYAfBEA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mmvibg4UvOE/s400/hypothetical+protein.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty hypothetical protein!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCES&lt;br /&gt;(1)Bradley, A. (2002) Nature 420, 512-514&lt;br /&gt;(2)Reeves, R.H. (2002) Nature 420, 518-519&lt;br /&gt;(3)Chinwalla, A.T., Cook, L.L., Delehaunty, K.D., Fewell, G.A., Fulton, L.A. and Fulton, R.S. (2002) Nature 420, 520-562&lt;br /&gt;(4)Ward, A.C. 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title='020507'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4lhh-u-eKo/RjdYAfBEA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mmvibg4UvOE/s72-c/hypothetical+protein.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-5547596679383567467</id><published>2007-04-10T12:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:21:53.461+10:00</updated><title type='text'>100407</title><content type='html'>just found out yesterday that the gene tech report wasnt really due next mon. instead, it's due the week after next. haha. phew!~ now i have more time to finish it n dun need to rush to get it done in 2 days. heh. but nonetheless, still have to work on it cause after this hols, it'll be just another 5 weeks b4 exams. how fast time passes by yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can truly relax when my frens come this thurs. yippee. so glad to have pple who can drive ard. haha. road trip, here i come!! can finally go see penguins at phillip island, go to the lavander and strawberry farms at mornington and go to yarra valley. dun really drink wine but i wont mind the nice scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm no longer rushing my report, i can finally end my house arrest period. heh. maybe i shld just go take a walk to the newagent to get today's paper. after all it's tuesday, and so it's epicure day, which means recipes galore! yeah, i know i'm turning into such a domesticated housewife without the husband. i watch cooking and homemakers programmes, am in love with egyptian cotton and high thread count sheets, can stay at home all day, really want to decorate my place, n i think i know more about cleaning products than my mum. haha. but i think if i go back to spore i wont be able to do all these stuff, cause like i wont know where to get all my groceries and stuff, cause there's no safeway in spore, n things like tt. so in other words, i'm only self-sufficient (with my parent's money) when i'm here in melb. haha. not the type of growing up my dad had in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i shld go out to get some vit D, while there's still some rare autumn sun. plus have to do my 6000 steps, if not i'll become some obese person with osteophorosis, diabetes and heart disease in around 10 years time. n tt's not a pretty sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-5547596679383567467?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/5547596679383567467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>happy easter holidays pple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got lots of work to do for this hols, assignments, ass-signment and more. but still i'm proud to say that i've been really diligent in the r&amp;r department. watched tear-jerking movies like 'the notebook', started reading my tom holt book and went online alot. i kinda finished one assignment, my flylab report. so wat i have left now is my gene tech report. kinda excited that i'll get to write a real serious scientific report, but i serious dun know how and where to start. n the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; bit is tt somehow my clone sequence didnt get saved onto my thumbdrive, n so i'll have to go back to sch next tues to dl it all over again. gosh, they shld have get posted all the sequences online lah. i know there's another way, like typing in the sequence one nucleotide by one nucleotide from the sequence result sheet. dun think tt a good idea. such a total waste of time n plus the fact tt i just couldnt be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i seriously need to get more frens with the same interest as me. but sadly my clones r no where to be found. another proof to the fact tt i'm a unique individual. do u know there's only one person in this whole wide world who has the same name as me, n that just in the english form, no one has the same chinese name as me at all. anyways, there's the point nepean point music fest today n yesterday. yesh!! a 2 day music fest at a wonderful picturesque town, with missy higgins and john mayer performing!! i sooo wanna go, it's only 90bucks per day lah. n then there was the john mayer concert yesterday at vodafone arena, finally found one person who wants to go, but then tt person has to go for churchy camp. man, this sucks! see how religion is bad, it interferes with plans. n then there's the comedy fest, i wanna go see the brit newcomer girl for a dash of good, clean, non-sexist n non-racist comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, this place has so much to offer, i just need some company to go with. or maybe i should try to convert the 24/7 gaming dudes, churchy frens, n the dun-listen-to-any-music pple into fun pple. damn, i'll be so dead if they actually see this post. it'll be even worse than the fifi and fafa incident. haha. but these pple know tt's the way they r, so heck yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, if i hear the beyonce and shakira song again, i'll seriously just crush my cochlea. it's such a irritating song which is not nice at all. the only reason tt it's a chart topper is cause of all the airplay it's getting. airplay tt's decided by the radio pple! plus tone deaf pple who vote for it. man, shakira's too good to collaborate with beyonce and they have such different styles. used to like beyonce but her increasingly whiny and high-pitched voice just irritates the hell out of me. i have a habit of not taking a instant liking to new songs but then they always grow on me somehow. but this beyonce and shakira song..nope..still gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, steer by missy higgins is a nice song. got the 1st thing on my purchase-to-reward-myself list. haha. yipee. n i dun need to tell u that this list is gonna grow steadily over the months till the spend n shop like crazy month of july. haha. ok, better go get started on my scientific report. yippee, such fun times!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3221095435445049350?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3221095435445049350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3221095435445049350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i'm so glad it's thursday, cause it's 'how i met ur mum', 'earl', 'lost' ,'bones', 'stargate:atlantis" night. i know, i know, i'm such a tv freak. but then again, the closer it is to the weekend, then the closer it is to my tests and the stupid flylab thingy. argh. i use to think tt it really fun like crossing flies and classifying them under the microscope cause u have this sense of empowerment, something as if ur really a scientist or something. n also cause my old partner was really a bitch and so i purposely used her pencil to shift the flies ard and all, since she was really squmish ard the flies--both life and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, almost forgot to mention, when i looked out of my window this morning , i couldnt even see a thing! at first i thought it was because of my dirty window, but then when i went to open the window, it was really foggy out there. so basically u just see white. how cool is tt!? darn, shld have taken a photo or something. but then i was running late n all, so had no time to do tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i guess tt's all. suddenly really miss s'pore, cause this random thought of the 'chicken rice war' movie just came up in my brain. yum..chicken rice. speaking of which, i also havent eaten my peanut tang yuan. got to look for a peanut tang yuan buddy b4 i go back to spore at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's really cold in the library (i'm on my com in the library downloading everything possible--but not breaching any copyright rules yah), maybe i shld pack up n go home, n walk in the nice 33 degrees sun while it last. winter's on it's way, n i dun think we see such wonderful weather anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-6260247016050370041?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-8564953743262477648</id><published>2007-03-17T23:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:23:20.087+11:00</updated><title type='text'>170307</title><content type='html'>there's this guy, ok wait i shld say person, who has been blasting heris(her+his) stereo real loud. it's seriously as if there's a concert going on just in front of my block.&lt;br /&gt;since like ard 2pm, this person has been doing tt. in the afternoon it was really wierd music, like drunk sailors singing st patrick-ish irish accented songs. then it became rock, like long hair, rebel rock. n now it's U2's concert, just finished playing the 'saints are coming' song. i absolutely hate tt song! it's already 11pm here, i hope she/he stops soon. gosh, freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine the stereo tt person must have to pull this off. n shldnt he/she already be deaf by now?? n all the electricity he/she's using! man, i wonder how many black balloons of green house gas has he/she already produced from all his energy consumption. i cant go get the guard to stop this person cause i dun even know which apartment the music is from. for all i know, it maybe from the public housing block..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gwad!! U2 concert just ended n he/she's playing old pple music..argh!!!!!! someone pls shot tt guy NOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-8564953743262477648?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/8564953743262477648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=8564953743262477648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8564953743262477648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/8564953743262477648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/03/170307.html' title='170307'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-3195968407858323803</id><published>2007-03-17T22:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:59:33.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>if uleave a comment on this post...</title><content type='html'>i recently responded to this post on yoke's blog. so being the staunch rule-follower tt i am.. i have to post this (see dot point 8)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you leave a comment on this post &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this [post] on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this was wat i got from yokes..&lt;br /&gt;1. how come u nv blog often one...&lt;br /&gt;2. blog once a week at least. LOL&lt;br /&gt;3. brown. dunno leh, u seem earthy to me. haha&lt;br /&gt;4. u're e only one i really enjoy shopping with. haha&lt;br /&gt;5. too many memories already lah. but i always remember how u always doodle on ur notes. all the curly worly wiggly sorta lines. grin.&lt;br /&gt;6. cat! haha independent!&lt;br /&gt;7. why u want to go overseas study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my response to those comments..&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;&gt;cause i'm too lazy n putting words together isnt really my strong point unless it's about plasmids, PCR, restriction enzymes, etc. u get the idea. oh man, i'm such a major geek!?!&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;&gt;i'll accept ur challenge, cause i realised tt i can always alter the date of the post, such tt it's an entry a week, even if i typed the post with weeks of intervals between them..hehe&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;&gt;i think ur so right. i'm a very autumn person, n i think i dress like a tree sometimes, since my bags are either brown or green, plus i have a green and a brown sweater. haha.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;&gt;yeah!! we shld shop more this dec!!!&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;&gt;yup, the only way to keep awake thru all those boring lessons..&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;&gt;hmm..seems tt i'm really gonna be the crazy cat lady when i grow old, who's living in the penthouse suite of IMH tt is..haha..&lt;br /&gt;7&gt;&gt;hmm..beats me too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-3195968407858323803?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/3195968407858323803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=3195968407858323803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3195968407858323803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/3195968407858323803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-uleave-comment-on-this-post.html' title='if uleave a comment on this post...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-117332540531055174</id><published>2007-03-08T14:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:47:04.707+11:00</updated><title type='text'>080307</title><content type='html'>heyhey!! after such a long hiatus. i think tt everyone has just abt given up on my blog. but pls come back. pls, pls pretty pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, in a flash it has already been exactly 2 weeks since i've returned to melb. really missed home in the 1st week. was really moody. n it really sucked tt my cousin isnt in melb anymore. cant really run to her house on the 1st fews days to kinda heal from my acute homesickness. my apartment is still not vacuumed yet. i havent finish unpacking my luggage yet. havent started filing all my notes and stuff, havent really got ard to mugging. yesh, really need the mugging if i dun wanna die in like 3 weeks time cause i have a test coming up. arhhhhhh! the horrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching the finale of hana kimi in the sch library. do u have any idea how hard it is to control laughter and the smile on ur face when u want to? i tried like tons of positions to appear as if my hand was just constantly across my mouth. n i had to keep on relaxing my face muscles cause they were kinda tensing up from all the bitting of the lips to prevent myself from exclaiming n laughing out loud. this kinda happened to me on the flight here as well, cause i was reading a book--the teenage workbook actually--which was extremely funny with all the puns and the images tt were seriously truly sporean. i dun think tt readers from other backgrounds will be able to fully understand all the humor and spoofs in tt book. anyway, i was reading when they dimmed the lights from nap time n they my fren kept on looking at me cause he thought tt i was crazy cause i was shaking with silent laughter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah was talking abt hana kimi right. do any of ur watch the show. haha. so cute lah. but then can so see tt the production pple want to just drag this whole thing so tt they can earn more money from this series. n wth happened in the end?? so did quan tell the others tt ruixi really was a girl or not. i mean how can the others be so easily fooled by the whole cosmetic surgery crap explanation right. hmm..i think tt they know the truth lah. the whole julia and gay guy getting together thing is just so random. it was as if they were desperate for a subplot or something. but nonetheless, y didnt they show quan like winning the long jump competition, or at least show him getting consolation or 2nd lah. then like at least can see the "evil" competitor with the really well-defined muscles. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok batt's dying on me. ok, stop flashing already!! someone shld invent the mobile wireless charger or something. i'll just leave it here n take good care of urselves, pple =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-117332540531055174?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/117332540531055174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=117332540531055174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/117332540531055174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/117332540531055174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/03/080307.html' title='080307'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-117121785577634476</id><published>2007-02-12T03:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T05:19:14.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>pics, pics, n more pics...</title><content type='html'>ok i'm bored again, while waiting for the OC epi to load. so heeding yoke's suggestion--tt i shldnt be so slacker n actually post some pics on my blog, i'm just gonna pick a few pics (which i dun look hideous in) to post. enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;making of jo's bdae present..&lt;/em&gt;gosh, never knew sewing a cushion was such butt-hurting, finger-breaking work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/394341/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/320/535936/DSC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the front of the magnificient cushion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/453415/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/320/428439/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; here's the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/199863/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/320/900815/DSC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;making karen's bdae present...&lt;/em&gt;oh man, even tougher than making a cushion, n took so much more time.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/177040/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/200/761047/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/829719/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/200/701783/DSC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at munchie's with shin and yokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/995317/P1060620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/200/573361/P1060620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/1600/565088/shin%20gy%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1297/446/200/298953/shin%20gy%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-117121785577634476?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/117121785577634476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=117121785577634476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/117121785577634476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/117121785577634476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2007/02/pics-pics-n-more-pics.html' title='pics, pics, n more pics...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-117120883458269709</id><published>2007-02-12T02:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T02:47:14.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>110207</title><content type='html'>i'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to blog cause there's no more episodes of hana kimi to watch on youtube. Pls hurry up and put the episode on dear nice pple!! kinda realised how much of a tv addict i am. i didnt do any much this past few days except youtubing, driving lessons and a bit of window shopping. the activities tt one can do is REALLY limited by the amt in their wallets. hai..broke, broke, broke. but on a happier note, i've discovered forgotten money in my cupboard when i was searching for fabric paint last week. gosh. the feeling of discovering money when one is broke is really fab man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have to go back in another week's time. kinda disappointed tt i couldn't spend as much time as i would have like with my frens here. it's such crap tt they all have sch and all their wat-not activities. argh..just my luck. or maybe i need to get more slacker frens. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since the last time i blogged, there was jo's bdae, karen's bdae, my first k experience, nice dinner at serangoon with yokes, shin and cheryl, alot of driving lessons plus the loooong journey to BBDC, lunch at munchie's with yokes and shin, meeting up with the whole RC gang, dinner with mic and karen and my attachment at NUH. so little things in sucha long period lah. sheesh, must really learn how to have more life and try to find more money to pay for the things i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orhhh, i know wat i can do now! watch oc season 4 on youtube!! hahaha. gosh. something to do now. wee....laterz =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-117120883458269709?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/117120883458269709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=117120883458269709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wth, i am wat. crap, got lotsa growing up to do. but i wanna remain the way i am now. i realised tt i wasted lotsa precious time mugging and doing things tt i hate when i was younger. for example, i never got to go travelling with my frens right after Os or As, never bothered to go for all those super pretigious programmes, go for career guidance and never ever got a job before--yesh, i'm a lazy ass who never worked a day in my life and i confess i never looked hard enough for them. as compared to most of my frens, i dun seem to have any responsiblities. no achievements, no committee positions, no cca, no job...&lt;br /&gt;actually i think tt i'm pretty aimless now. i dun know wat i wanna do after this degree. shld i get a job in a research place, provided tt i can actually get hired cause i probably stand zero chance competing with all these smart asses out there with their super thick resumes, or shld i just do something drastically unrelated from my field of study? actually toyed ard with the idea of going to shatec or some culinery school after my degree if i was unable to get any scholarship to continue studying, which i can say is probably something tt is very likely to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even looking forward to next year. classes r gonna be shit. i have no doubt about tt. i'm going to have to study my ass off to catch up with the science pple because biomeds are banned from taking a crucial genetics class in sem 2. have i mentioned tt science pple r unimaginably brilliant. i'll most probably be in the same class as this freaky science girl who is even more knowledgable than most tutors and also fit to lecture the whole class. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nope, tt's not the end of all the shit. i'm gonna do my attachment next year, which i wont be allowed to do anything there except to observe. i'm fine with all the observing part, but i'm required to write reports on wat i observed too. watever's gonna be going on there will mostly be stuff that is totally foriegn to me, and so my report will most likely be 'today i saw this stuff that was added to a sample so it could be tested if tt person had some disease.-the end-' arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yah, i just embarked on my journey to master the handling of a class 3A motorcar. but all the earliest test date avaliable is in may. so there goes my hope of getting a licence before i leave. since i wont have a chance to take the practical test, i dun know if i shld just stop all the driving lessons now. cause even if i get my PDL, i'm also unsure how long it is valid for. it's no use if it just lasts a year and then i'll have to redo the whole process all over again. all the 250bucks i have spent in just 3days will all just go gushing down the drain. why is it so ex to learn driving in spore. do they want pple to go bankrupt in the process of learning how to drive. tt virgin guy, sir b-whatshisname who base-jumps, shld just come to spore to open a budget driving sch, since he specializes in low cost services like budget airlines, affordable homeloans and credit card buisness. as for the traffic police testing place, y cant they just hire more pple and and make each tester test more pple each day during peak periods like december to febuary when all the kiddies are desparately trying to get their licences. gosh, each tester only test like 10 person each day, with each test lasting ard 30 mins, they are working 300mins a day which is only 5 hrs. gosh, these pple have the life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, wat a depressing entry. maybe i shld prozac my future entries so they're more cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, it's already christmas eve, maybe i shld go sleep now, if not i wont get to sleep tmr when the pple in the church opposite my house start singing the whole night through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116600670686724867</id><published>2006-12-13T20:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:45:06.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that i'm such a wimp. i came back from my trip 2 days ago and i still havent checked my results yet.  i really believe in waiting for the right time to do impt stuff like this. like when u feel positive and calm, somehow, i dunnoe how the hell why, but just somehow, the outcome will be good. hmm, must be all the positive energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok feeling good now, so gonna go check my results, positive energy and fingers crossed yah. so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! haha, i cant believe this! i actually got H1 for neuro. abit dissappointed for pharm though, so this is a sign that i shldnt change to pharm. so now, i shld either just stick to my old plan of doing genetics or just change to neuro.  after all, if i do neuro, i'll have so many pple to study with and bug when i have qns. if i continue with my choice to do genetics, i will sooo totally suffer alone, and i'll also have to do self-study to catch up. argh..how?? wat shld i choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;i need a sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116600670686724867?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116600670686724867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=116600670686724867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116600670686724867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116600670686724867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-that-im-such-wimp.html' title=''/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116456232674515166</id><published>2006-11-27T04:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T04:32:06.803+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah...i'm back..watever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be the first time i feel sooo utterly bored this year. no one free to go out with, no money to spend, weather's slowly killing the cells in my body by melting them, and no where in particular tt i'm dying to go to. was actually thinking of going for a picnic, but then i'm reminded of the army of ants tt reside in all grassy areas of spore. when i think of going to vivo, i'm reminded of all the hoards of pple and the fact tt i dun have money to spend. it really kills me when i see something i can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, i'm freaking bored, really kinda wishing tt i'm back in melb, then i'll be having picnic on south lawn. but then again, i'll be under the skin cancer causing sun and swatting flies at the same time. freak, everything just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116456232674515166?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116456232674515166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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saw this news headline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Aussie undies designed to provide guys with more lift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..isnt it like elementary science knowledge that watever guys have &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to hang..yes..the lower the better, unlike for one of the secondary sexual characteristics of women. So shldnt pple, especially guys, know that high temperature hinders the development of the spermatozoa in the epididymis. In other words, the little guys will fry if it doesn't hang. Sizzle...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..dumb asses..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116255615436444311?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116255615436444311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=116255615436444311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116255615436444311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116255615436444311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-give-guys-more-lift.html' title='to give guys more lift??'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116255546144386985</id><published>2006-11-03T23:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:04:21.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>031106</title><content type='html'>ARH!!!!! it's friday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Neuro paper's next monday!!&lt;br /&gt;IBS's on wed!!&lt;br /&gt;Pharm's on next thurs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a positive note, i'm 1 freaking week closer to raiding the duty free shops in Changi terminal 2. Yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116255546144386985?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116255546144386985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=116255546144386985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116255546144386985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116255546144386985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/031106.html' title='031106'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116135515775954244</id><published>2006-10-21T00:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:39:17.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just grabbed some pics from my fren and decided to post the one tt i looked best in. haha. i realised tt, most of the pics i uploaded all featured me in the same yellow oakley tee. dun worry pple, i actually have more than 1 shirt. i assure u tt it's pure coincidence tt i always wear this shirt on the days tt someone decides to bring their camera. Oh yah, this picture was taken at the last physio prac. will miss the prac but not the report writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/last%20physio%20prac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from the left: jonathan, gen, me, natasha, jia hsien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116135515775954244?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116135515775954244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=116135515775954244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lip-sync my heart out. gosh cant wait to go back to spore, so i can go to mos with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watch a replay epi of smallville. it's the one where the whole smallville cast takes turn to get possess by the spirit of some prom queen wannbe cheerleader. then at the prom, lifehouse was playing live. and when lana and clark danced, lifehouse played 'you and me'. i just melted and went all 'awww'. haha. absolutely love tt song. it's just one of those songs u wanna put in the soundtrack of ur life, if u have one, together with 'hide and seek' by frou frou. i want 'hide and seek' to be played at my funeral, even though the words dun really go with the whole somber atmosphere of a funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116135434727921122?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116116500169638515</id><published>2006-10-18T19:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:50:01.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'>181006</title><content type='html'>recently the weather has been very dry and thus my face started peeling. like alot. if i rub my skin, it's gonna start snowing. haha, i know it's a damn bad image. when my ultra-metrosexual guy fren saw this, he started to educate me in the ways of skin maintainance. haha. i just think tt it's super funny how i have to recieve advice from a guy on skin care and beauty stuff, after all, girls are supposed to be the ones who read seventeen and cleo during adolescence and pick up all those beauty knowledge. yah, so anyway besides telling me like i shld use toner and like all the daily mask, face wash, moisturizer and blah blah, he even gave me skin products and tell me when and how to use it lah. omg, i didnt even know there was so much to do with ur face lah. gosh, feel like a failure as a girl now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's jocelyn's birthday today, and i was in charged of bringing the knife. haha. we had a nice time sitting on the grass at the south lawn and eating the yummy double choc strawberry cake. it was so funny lah, cause most of the girls were wearing low-rise jeans, then b4 we sat down all of us were pulling up our jeans to prevent mooning when we sit down. haha. it was such a funny sight like, 5 girls and 2 guys standing in a circle and pulling their pants at the same time. sigh..it's just so nice to lie under the sun..i'll prob spend a whole day doing tt after exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just recieved a postcard for a fren back home yesterday. it's so nice to know tt someone knows tt i exist. haha. i'm those type of pple who are just unable to keep in touch with frens, so those who still bother to keep in touch with me, thanks for keeping me as ur fren! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116116500169638515?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116116500169638515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=116116500169638515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116116500169638515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116116500169638515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/181006.html' title='181006'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116096368821116693</id><published>2006-10-16T11:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:54:48.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>girl-ies</title><content type='html'>After last week's lecture on reproduction and all, i'm really sure tt i dun wanna perform my genetic advance-the-human-race duties anytime soon. i'm sorry to say this, but i think tt fetuses look like aliens. to think of it, maybe all the past hollywood director, special effect alien-sculpting pple actually used the unborn fetuses as inspiration. so in tt case doesnt it mean tt fetus dun look like aliens, but rather it's the other way round of how we were made to think tt aliens look like fetus. get wat i mean, or have i lost u at the 3rd sentence. hmm, this is just like the whole cough syrup cherry favour thing. pple normally hate cough syrup and have associated the cherry flavour with something bad. and when u actually eat like jello with the same synthetic cherry favour, u'll be reminded of cough syrup. but in actual case, it was the cough syrup industry tt hijacked the jello industry's synthetic cherry favour. mind-blowing yah. haha. i think i just sounded like some airhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to the point of pregnancy's bad, cause u'll have this alien looking creature growing inside u. dun u think tt evolution is so unfair, i mean, guy's just have to plant the seeds and leave the females to live thru horrible pregnancy (do u know how much complication can come out of pregnancies, plus all the horrible cellulite and the extra skin folds), and the bringing up of the young. well, if only guys lactated or something. ok, wait, bad image forming in my brains. i did talk to one of my guy frens abt this and then he said tt i was a guy-hating feminist. which i think not! oh come on lah, anyone who helps me carry groceries, provides me with answers for prac reports, cooks for me, provide me with songs or vodka on somedays, automatically becomes my good fren. n those r normally the guy frens i have. haha. one thing good abt being older than most of them r is tt i can bully them. haha. so i'm not guy-hating right. yeah. we love guys, tt is when they r doing the things we want them to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking abt guys arh, i dun get how some girls can be sooo smitten with a single guy. and hello, if u know that there's no future in it because u have been told so and have been outright told tt he doesnt like u, shld u like back off, move on and preserve any shread of dignity u have left. sigh man. must be all the hormones. n also realtionships dun last, so y bother.y pine for someone, when i think the normal reaction will be to start the hate-&amp;-destruction phase. at least tt's wat gen and i think the normal rxn shld be. n i dun understand y pple invest so much of their feeling in certain relationships. do they have too much love or something. i can understanding the love for ur family and all (cause u cant choose ur own and ur bloody stuck with them for ur whole life), but i just dun understand tt for a person tt u r not related to and may only know for a short period of time. how can u actually feel such an overwhelming sense of concern and watever other stuff for him. u dun even freaking know tt guy. for all u know he's just a ultra-christsy, always-trying-to-impose-his-religion-on-u kinda guy. and wat if he strongly opposes ur view on certain social issues, can u stand tt! i mean, wise up girl, it's not end of the world cause he said no. and stop alienating frens who tell u the truth, u NEED to heard it. and also, u need love urself first and alot more b4 giving it to someone else. altho i dun see how tt's possible. and also, if only pple walked ard with screens on their foreheads telling pple wat they think on certain issue, then maybe, it would be easier to decipher wat they r thinking, and wat they actually mean by wat they say. guess work is sooo tiring and often leads to wrong conclusions, which leads to further wrong deductions and so on and so forth. maybe the world would be a less problematic place if the human species was mono-sexual. think of it, all fetus are default females phenotypically, without the SRY gene, everyone will be females. maybe tt was how our species were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can so see myself having a sisterhood club. oh yeah, if ur invited to my alternate universe, u are automatically in my sisterhood club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116096368821116693?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-116084510554486683</id><published>2006-10-15T02:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:58:25.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In my alternate universe..</title><content type='html'>In an alternate universe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;guoyan doesnt need to even sit for any exams, she goes to sch just to learn chim stuff to scare her frens and dun need to work a single day in her life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she just decorates and redecorates her room, no wait, house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;n sleep in all day between her egyptian cotton sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;n cook n bake, without the need to wash dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listen to music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;n indulge in all the r&amp;r in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plus mani and pedi every week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does losta shopping, n the best thing is tt she doesnt need to pay for things, n can always bring things back when she doesnt want them anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone will be equally well off. thus there will be no rich nor poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;my perfect, utopic world..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ur all welcome to come visit my universe. rest assured tt travelling there's wont be a problem because i'll possess the ring transporter thingy ala Stargate-1, or i can even put in star gates in our universes, so u guys can just dial and come visit anytime..tt is if i like u, if not shoo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-116084510554486683?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116084510554486683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=116084510554486683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116084510554486683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/116084510554486683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-my-alternate-universe.html' title='In my alternate universe..'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115978796647499399</id><published>2006-10-02T20:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:19:26.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>021006</title><content type='html'>had a horrible test today and b4 tt i was in the library with the gang trying to cramp everything tt i could into my, i suspect, already dead brain. when u put a grp of pple together, they'll naturally talk right. somehow our conversation topic went all the way to wat we shld have for lunch and then wy was like 'i dun need to cook cause my mum's here'. wat a mummy's boy! anyway, someone remarked abt how great it would be to have parents, or any one of the pair, here. but somehow i think tt i would rather have one of my close frens here than my mum. somehow feel bad abt thinking tt way, but i'm already starting to kinda not miss home and wouldn't even mind not going bad to spore for the break. i kinda like my life here. it's more non-restricted (not tt my parents set lotsa boundaries for me, just tt i feel like i have to play filial daughter when i'm back home), and i like the independence and feeling tt i have grown up, and now have to ability to take care of myself, and kinda live my life the way i wanna. i seriously have more life here lah, going out until the wee hours and staying over at fren's place and such, dun think i'll get to do all these back home. guess tt i have much more things to do here, like if i'm bored here on sunday, i can just take a nice long walk to the gardens or to fed square to watch buskers. rest assured, i'm not rejecting spore life, after all i really miss zara and some yummy food. but i can live without tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, anyway, watever. think tt i have been away from home for a long period of time so i dun even miss things back home anymore. haha, desensitization??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just took some pic from my fren, thought tt i shld just post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/group%20shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;grp shot..with honey(the dog) trying to get into the picture, or more like eyeing the yummy cheesecake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/the%20%27lang%20nui%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"lang nui"s on the train, as commented by sherman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/lucky%20star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wat incredibly bored pple do on trains..make a nice star with fingers. fingers starting clockwise from the bottom left: mine, shie han, sherman, natasha, jia shien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115978796647499399?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115978796647499399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115978796647499399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115978796647499399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115978796647499399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/021006.html' title='021006'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115919504121702269</id><published>2006-09-25T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:01:02.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent blogged for 2 weeks now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots have happened in tt time, but i'm just too lazy and have no time to indulge in typing a 1000word essay for basically me and yokes to read in our leisure, so i decided to just do the whole slap a picture on and type the caption thing. haha, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0911.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/1600/DSCN0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gen, me and jonathan have a wonderful and well-deserved lunch at docklands last last sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. damn, my cam always makes me look wierd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0912.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;check out the sticky date pudding, looks delicious right. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then basically just did everything except study until last sat when the gang went to melbourne showgrounds. i actually won stuff this year and also bought quite alot. bought 3 showbags--a darrell lea one, then the newwomen one and a calbury boost bag. and oh yah, b4 tt, we went for dim sum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and the meeeh..arh..soft and warm wool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can u actually call it wool when it's still on the sheep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or is it called hair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0928.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;see those 3 pple, the one in white and the two in black. these guys are my frens. watch them clinging on for their dear lives. haha. good thing i didnt join them for "the claw"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it's a good thing tt they dun know the existence of this blog. if not i'll have quite a few pple chasing after me with parangs. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115919504121702269?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115793977050627925</id><published>2006-09-11T11:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:56:10.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>110906</title><content type='html'>i've been so bored over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;think tt i'm suffering from some type of studying withdrawal syndrome..cause like over 2 weekends i have been mugging for something and actually waking up early to study. so proud of myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so basically over the weekend, i just watched dvds, sleep, eat and watched more dvds. haha. the life siah. i know many out there envy me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...this is such a crap post.&lt;br /&gt;but yokes only wanted me to post and didnt specify the quality of the post. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115793977050627925?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115793977050627925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115793977050627925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115793977050627925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115793977050627925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/110906.html' title='110906'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115727833799857838</id><published>2006-09-03T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:12:18.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>020906</title><content type='html'>the weather was so fine on wed and so i went running with qing, gen and wy. tt wy lah, lead us the super long way to carlton gardens and he still didnt want to turn at the junction some more. if i didnt push him in the correct direction, we would soon find ourselves at smith st. it wont be such a bad thing, except tt i only had 20bucks on me so cant go shopping. haha, anyway this is like the FIRST time this year tt i use my running shoes. yupz, no kidding. on the way to carlton garden, qing and i saw stores with "sale" signs on their windows, haha, the both of us were grinning like a bunch of idiots lah. gonna go there during the hols. cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, actually ran non-stop for like half an hour leh, so proud of myself!! haha. i know it's not alot lah, but keep in mind tt the last time i ran was last year, like ard sept. then later gen and me just went to play swings, while wy and qing did another big round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya know wat's even more impressive? i went running again on fri. haha, but this time was shorter cause we had to get back in time to clean up and go for dinner. went for dinner at corrato's. i didnt think tt it was as fabulously good as qing and zack described it to be, but then it was still good. must have been a case of heightened expectations. i was soo damn full by the end of dinner but then we still went for gelato. i bought green tea and lychee flavour one again. i think it's safe to say i'm those pple who will just stick to things tt i like n not bother changing it. if it's good, y change right. then after tt, the girls went for cake while to guys went back to play majong and dota. i would have preferred to go play majong with the guys but then i'm a girl mah, so must go with the girls loh. i was kinda bored throughout the whole girl talk session cause i did really know most of them and they just talked bout their mutual frens. so there i was, just stoning. actually i had been doing tt since the start of the evening cause i was just so dead tired. have been having trouble sleeping again. really have to find a way to make myself sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115727833799857838?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115727833799857838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115727833799857838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115727833799857838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115727833799857838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/020906.html' title='020906'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115614722003927017</id><published>2006-08-21T17:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:00:20.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'>210806</title><content type='html'>saw this magnificient sunrise this morning when i drew my blinds. my camera didnt do this fabulous sight justice. 3 megapixels just ain't enough..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/sunrise.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115614722003927017?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115614722003927017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115614722003927017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115614722003927017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115614722003927017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/210806.html' title='210806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115604188265045669</id><published>2006-08-20T12:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:44:42.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>200806</title><content type='html'>gosh... wat's happening to me man...i just type in my sch userid and password to try to get in, but got an error msg. took me pretty long to realise tt this is blogger sign in and not my uni webpage sign in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel kinda freaked out now. i just checked my neuro CAT1 results. and i got a freaking 4 while the class average was 6.4. I"M BELOW AVERAGE!! shit hell!! gosh, this must be my retribution after i mind-laughed at my fren when she told me she got 4 marks for it. sheesh, and there i was absolutely sure tt i'll get a 8 or if not maybe a 7. there goes my H1 average. still would very much like to keep it even though 2nd year results dun really count towards honours entry. how can this happen. arghhhh....it's a good thing tt i only checked my results just now and not on friday. at least i enjoyed my weekend..till just now tt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, talking bout honours, i think i'll have to work my butt off. and i also realized tt i have really limited choices since i can only major in genetics, pharm or neuro. i'm dying for pharm, not really a druggie kinda person altho i wouldnt mind to doing some LSD experimentation, haha. yupz so..cant do honours in pharm. and as for neuro, dun think there's much of a career opportunity in tt in spore. so the only thing left over is genetics. but there wasnt anything much avaliable in genetics except at walter-eliza. can u say super exclusive.. sheesh. ok, so walter-eliza would be my nj from now on. hopefully the ending would be drastically diff tho. if things dun turn out as well, i'll have to beg max. dun really like to beg pple tho. so keep fingers crossed for me yah. i know i may be sounding abit too paranoid and tt it's abit too early to freak since it's only my 2nd year and honour's a year away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, spring's coming!! yay!! but with the warmer weather and sunny days comes the sudden downpour and super strong winds. but oh well, nothing's really perfect in this world, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115604188265045669?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115604188265045669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115604188265045669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115604188265045669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115604188265045669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/200806.html' title='200806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115564868697749186</id><published>2006-08-15T23:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:31:26.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>150806</title><content type='html'>i dunnoe wat's wrong with me. last week i could rest well every day because my body alarm was set to 7.30am. so no matter how much i try to sleep in, i couldnt, so i was super tired and only functioning on adrenaline. haha, sympathetic NS, then adrenoreceptors, alpha and beta...haha...ok, i know tt's like soooo random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this week right, it's the super tired, cannot wake up in the morning kinda thing. so i end up multitasking in the morning. toasting bread, making tea, checking for lect notes and standing in front of the wardrobe deciding on wat to wear, and also packing lunch at the same time. am i'm still tired even thought i sleep in like 30 mins more everyday this week. actually already seeing lines on the com screen now. maybe i shld go bathe and try to sleep early today. heck care bout the pharm revision. did i mention tt pharm's killing me? i know for sure now tt i'm not gonna do neuropharm next year. nah ah..even though it sounds sooo damn cool. just gonna have to stick to genetics and maybe get to count more drosophila and look at fungus with pretty colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115564868697749186?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115564868697749186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115564868697749186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115564868697749186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115564868697749186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/150806.html' title='150806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115538860649907398</id><published>2006-08-12T23:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:16:46.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy, yum, yum</title><content type='html'>i got bored and craved for something sweet when i was studying today, so i decided to bake a date loaf. damn it was nice. actually wanted to go give abit to my frens but then i could part with all it's yummyness and decided to keep it all for myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;check out the honey icing tt i put on top man..ultra lipsmacking yummilicious..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115538860649907398?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115538860649907398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115538860649907398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115538860649907398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115538860649907398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/yummy-yum-yum.html' title='yummy, yum, yum'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115538729434406300</id><published>2006-08-12T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:05:10.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>090806</title><content type='html'>gosh, i was so excited for national day. bought a nice t-shirt especially for nat day, cause all of us decided to go to sch in red and white. it was a nice sunny day and abit cold. but then i still wore the short sleeves t-shirt even thought it was kinda not really good against the cold. have to wear my nat colurs wat, haha, or more like i really wanted to wear my new pretty t-shirt tt day. gen wore red shoes while i wore my white ballet flats so we looked so patriotic when we were standing together. haha. there were quite a few sporean in the biomed class who wore red and white tt day. not bad eh, nat edu wasnt such a waste of time all those years after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to get my frens to go for this sss nat day party but then they thought it will just be a drinking-fest-n-a-forced-participation-in-lame-games-and- have-to-interact-with-pple type of party. so we decided on having a potluck at wy's place instead. i cooked satay chicken ala donna hay to bring there. the chicken breast fillet took sooo long to thaw and i just threw them in the pan with some parts still frozen. i think tt's why they didnt turn nice golden brown. so there i was trying to salvage the situation, haha, pouring more oil, increase the flame and then lowering it again when it started splattering. haha. things always dun go as well when i cook for more than 2 person. somehow, the whole dish turned out ok in the end and i actually had time to clean up before going off. when i got to wy place with gen, zack was trying to set up the internet connection and connecting the com to the tv so we can see the webcast on the tv. yupz, leave all the tech stuff for the guys to fret over while the girls just sit back, relax and drew stuff on the condensation filled windows, haha, or at least gen n i did tt. we had like chicken curry (by qing), rogan josh (by zack), teriyaki chicken (by wy), honey chicken with mushroom and chilli (by darren), satay chicken(by me) and red bean soup with coconut milk(by gen, keeping to the national colours, haha). there was alot of chicken as u can see. haha. it was sooo nice to eat curry chicken. yummy, yummy. qing really knows how to whip up a nice dish man. if only she cooked chicken rice as well, it would have been even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, while we were waiting for the parade to start and for the guys to set up all their tech gear, we listened to the lastest mr brown show on rising ERP rates. haha, damn funny. it's so nice to hear really sporean accent and all the singlish plus hokkien. sound of home man. haha. when the parade started, we had lotsa problems watching it smoothly cause of all the stupid buffering. the only thing we can get from the webcast was the audio while the graphics just got stuck some soldiers in camou. then the guys got the idea of using the webcam to watch it. so zack called home n ask his dad to set up the webcam in front of the tv. then when his mum went to adjust the tv(after he failed in recruiting his sister's help by bribing her with prata) so tt we could have a better view it was so funny, cause u hear zack giving his mum instructions over the phone to shift the tv in one direction and his mum would do the opposite. haha, then he would be like saying "no, no, no, push the other side. yah, ok, no, no, no, back back..." haha. damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the parade, the guys took out the vodka. arh..there has never been a single gathering at wy place tt doesnt have a bottle of alcohol. haha. vodka peach. wat can i say, yum. haha. so the guys were trying to psycho wy into doing more shots, cause he does damn funny stuff when he's drunk. then they went to mix my drink with this wierd mango drink, damn, it tasted wierd. after the parade we had 2nd round of eating. but there was still alot of food leftover, so we just started tabao-ing food back. after tt, most of us left but the guys psycho-ed me to stay back to play majong with them. haha. they had a hard time teaching me how to play cause i was so blur and gosh there's so many rules and all the tiles. i had so much trouble moving the whole roll of tiles and had to restore to moving tile by tile. haha. so damn funny but surprisingly enjoyable. then kenchin came back carrying a box of krispy kreme donuts!!! i managed to try one. finally, after i have heard so much abt how delicious they were. they were quite nice actually. i think one of these days i'll go to get it from zone 3. probably buy one box back to spore too. hopefully they'll allow passengers to bring carry-on luggage on board flights again by then. so sucky lah, cant bring water or moisturizer on board. i'm so gonna be dehydrated and my hands and face would totally crack man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115538729434406300?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115538729434406300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115538729434406300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115538729434406300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115538729434406300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/090806.html' title='090806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115504694922561390</id><published>2006-08-08T23:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:22:29.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>080806</title><content type='html'>had my neuro test today, damn it was tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was only at my 6th qns (there was a total of 10 qns) when tt guy said there was only 1 min left(out of the 15 mins time limit). I totally freaked, and just anyhow shaded the remaining answers by randomly picking out the correct or incorrect statements. i hate it when qns require u to choose correct or incorrect statements, cause u will have to read thru every one, there's no way to work out the correct answer to the qns posed and just select the correct answer out of the allocated choices. damn, tt was a long statement. haha. anyway, then as the tutors were collecting the answer scripts this girl just raised up her hand and said tt she thought tt the 15 mins wasnt up yet. then pk( the lecturer) said tt it was and asked the class who needed more time. practically the whole class raised their hands and he gave us like 5 mins more. gosh, thank goodness for the extra time and the girl for questioning the time. i dun think tt this can ever happen in spore lah. imagine tt it was jc, i think the lecturer would most prob insist tt the time limit's up and just collect the scripts liao. anyway, something more amazing was tt, the answers for the last 4 qns tt i just randomly picked out, turned out to be the correct answers (or more like i thought it was) when i got the chance to properly read the qns in the extra 5 mins. how amazing is tt. wat can i say, it's a good day man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have this patriotism welling up inside of me. i actually went shopping for a red top tt i can wear tmr. but in the end got this white roxy top with red fringes ard the sleeves. haha face it, when will i wear a totally red top (unless i'm forced to or paid to). guo yan cant stand pink and it's daddy, red. haha. yeah, so gonna wear tt tmr. haha, so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch today, i went shopping with my fren and we stumbled across this alley in the city, somewhere ard little collins. it was such a quaint place, with small little cafes and sushi places tucked into small shops. almost looks like boxes place next to one another. n then at the end of it was this whole area with really nice grafatti, covering every single inch of space on the 3 storey high walls. cool place man, maybe one of these days, i'll drag someone to go have a cuppa at one of those cafes there with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115504694922561390?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115504694922561390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115504694922561390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115504694922561390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115504694922561390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/080806.html' title='080806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115460098108119038</id><published>2006-08-03T19:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:29:41.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4 things...</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna answer all these qns since i'm such a nice person(yokes asked me to do this thing) and love to waste time doing stupid things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;guo yan&lt;br /&gt;Elaine&lt;br /&gt;Yan&lt;br /&gt;Gyanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;commitment&lt;br /&gt;Really smart ass pple&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;specs&lt;br /&gt;moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;lip blam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;beanie (head’s hurting from the cold)&lt;br /&gt;Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Sleeveless T&lt;br /&gt;My skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of your favorite bands or musical artists (at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;thirsty merc&lt;br /&gt;Frou frou&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At the disco&lt;br /&gt;Pete murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 favorite songs (at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;I write sins not tragedies&lt;br /&gt;let go&lt;br /&gt;I wish somebody would build a bridge (so I can get over myself)&lt;br /&gt;Hips don’t lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you want in a relationship (other than real love):&lt;br /&gt;humor&lt;br /&gt;security&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;No stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 truths:&lt;br /&gt;I like cheesy romantic comedies&lt;br /&gt;I binge like crazy&lt;br /&gt;i think I’ll be the perfect housewife (haha, I cook and clean now)&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a rich hubby..haha..jk..cant think of anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 physical things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex):&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;Height&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;watching tv&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Slacking&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you want really badly:&lt;br /&gt;to be toned and fit&lt;br /&gt;an honours degreea tan&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with frens back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;dubai&lt;br /&gt;Europe..i know it’s not a country&lt;br /&gt;Moscow&lt;br /&gt;Some r&amp;r carribean island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;design and decorate my own home&lt;br /&gt;Travel all ard the world&lt;br /&gt;Spend all the money I have&lt;br /&gt;Discover something tt I can name after myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ways that you are stereotypically a dude/chick:&lt;br /&gt;I sit to pee..haha&lt;br /&gt;i watch cheesy romantic comedies with super unrealistic characters&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook and bake&lt;br /&gt;I take half an hour to bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you are thinking about now:&lt;br /&gt;part timer&lt;br /&gt;Shld I watch ‘my name is earl’&lt;br /&gt;Wat to wear tmr&lt;br /&gt;When to start cooking dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stores you shop at:&lt;br /&gt;mango&lt;br /&gt;Dotti&lt;br /&gt;Myer&lt;br /&gt;accessorize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people who should do this:&lt;br /&gt;anyone who sees this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115460098108119038?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115460098108119038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115460098108119038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115460098108119038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115460098108119038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-things.html' title='the 4 things...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115451149514972164</id><published>2006-08-02T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:38:15.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>020806</title><content type='html'>learnt abt &lt;em&gt;bilirubin&lt;/em&gt; during IBS lect today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i heard tt word, i thought it was some other lecturer's name. haha, thought tt it was a cute country name...like "billy rubun"--a cute red-haired country boy with freckles, dressed in blue overalls, wearing a straw hat and chewing straw with a huge grin. u can so see i'm paying sooo much attention during class yah..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115451149514972164?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115451149514972164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115451149514972164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115451149514972164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115451149514972164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/020806.html' title='020806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115451125881359244</id><published>2006-08-01T19:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:34:18.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010806</title><content type='html'>arghhhhhh....i'm pissed, i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just typed like 2 full para abt how washing machines hate me then dunnoe wat i pressed made it dissappear. freak, so not gonna retype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally got the halogen light bulb for my study lamps so now i have no more excuse for no studying. haha. it's also not helping tt i have this super studious neighbour. she's like at her study table every single night and afternoon and yesh, even sunday morning. n when i draw my blinds to go to sleep at night (normally 1am) she's still there! i'm not the only one who taken notice of her constant studying, even huiqing did lah. gosh, just looking at her stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..shld go out for waffles today since it's half-price tuesday. yummy yummy waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this israeli and lebanon thingy is really escalating man. i had no idea tt pple were THAT angry until this morning before neuro lect. this girl, was like announcing(or more like yelling) tt there was a protest abt this issue this afternoon, then this 4 girls seated beside me suddenly stood up and started screaming at her to get out and shut up and stuff like tt. i was totally shocked and this guy sitting beside me was like saying tt he wanted to change seats. besides tt. i'm sure u guys heard abt the synagogue in sydney being destroyed and one rabbi who had to hid in the house with his family while his home was being pelted with rocks. i dun undertand y pple can just single out some place which is somehow just related to a certain country and just lash out their rage on it. i mean tt this pple are those tt live in the same town as the attackers and probably have kids in the same class. irrationality of man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115451125881359244?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115451125881359244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115451125881359244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115451125881359244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115451125881359244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/010806.html' title='010806'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115268918220751095</id><published>2006-07-12T16:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:26:22.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Brissy (part one)</title><content type='html'>whoo, really feel as if i'm in an oven here. wat freaking winter man. it's so hot! haha, the air stewardess was really apt for saying 'enjoy the sunshine' when i got off the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, gonna try to recall wat i actually did from sunday onwards, which i foresee i  will have some problems doing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (sunday): i woke up at 4.10am (yesh...am) i dont think tt i even slept for more than like 2 hours tt night, cause my neighbours decided to have a race up and down the hallway. crazy pple. i should have opened the door  n  stick my leg out when  they run pass my door. haha. tt would have been soooo hilarious.  but then again, i would most prob get bashed by them  after tt. oh well. haha.  oh yah, i woke up  for breakfast and did some last minute packing and switched off all the electrical appliances in my room. then took a cab to southern cross station and waited in the cold for ard 40 mins for the airport shuttle to avalon airport. if i had knew beforehand tt avalon airport was so freaking far from the city (20something km away from the city to be exact) i would have just bought the more expensive virgin blue tickets. reached brisbane at ard 10am, n i was just following the crowd to the baggage  collection place. i was so dumb lah, looking ard for the luggage belt  for my flight n finally realised after a long time tt there was only ONE belt in the whole domestic airport. then after i found my luggage, i couldnt find the airport shuttle, i think i walked in n out of the airport terminal for like 2,3 times to look for the counter. haha, checking the brisbane airport map when i was in melb didnt seem to help much. anyway, finally found my way to unilodge and met up with cheryl. after unpacking my stuff, we went to walk ard queen st mall and helped her with her grocery shopping. had pasta for dinner n then watch pirates of the carribean on 7. so glad tt they actually had channel 7 here. haha, yeah, i know i'm a hopeless tv addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: went to this singapore student association meeting with cheryl, actually made up a fake identity, but i didnt use it in the end when we had to introduce ourselves. i was supposed to be a year one science student who took a year plus hiatus from my studies. haha. after tt, went for a walk ard south bank. they had this fake beach in the middle of the city, so the kids were in their cossie playing in the sand, and pple were just sunbathing. it was kinda wierd to see beachy activities in the middle of a city and right beside the river. shared a fisherman's basket for lunch with cheryl n had red rock ice cream after tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...gtg out, will continue in the next entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115268918220751095?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115268918220751095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115268918220751095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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going to the market to get some mandarins and prawns, but one look out of the window changed my mind. the sky &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/1600/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/200/happiness.jpg" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was soooo overcast and i think my right hand caught a cold when i stuck it out of the window to do my wind-chill factor test. haha. no way i was gonna go out in tt sort of weather. sheesh, the worst of winter is truly here. so i had my breakfast, yeah, i know it was 4pm but i still insist on calling my 1st meal of the day 'breakfast'! then started watching dvds. i have 3 unwatched dvds at tt moment and so i chose to watch 'Happiness' first. bad choice man, it was kinda slow moving, n gosh, it was seriously dark man, and the characters really needed psychiatric help. i just kept on fast forwarding to the next scene. haha, damn good way to finish a boring movie. anyway, around the middle of fast forwarding i just fell asleep. then woke up later n&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/1600/jasper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/200/jasper.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watched the 2nd dvd, 'The mysterious geographic explorations of Jasper Morello'. it's damn nice!! it's bout this jasper morello guy who's a navigator in a victorian-industralized era where flight is enabled by steam engines. the graphics were just incredible, all shadowy looking and to see how they created everything was just amazing. this movie is really worth checking out. cant wait to go get the 2 other sequels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115152419035178909</id><published>2006-06-29T01:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T05:49:50.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wat i did so far...(cont'd)</title><content type='html'>i just found out how to upload photos. yeah, i know, such an IT idiot right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz...continuing on wat i've been doing. i was like lying on my sofa just now, thinking of wat i did a week ago, took me so long to recall lah. gosh, being unable to recall wat u did and wat u ate is a sign of impending dementia leh. damn it, kinda think tt i'll be one of those dementia grannies when i'm old. nvm, just hope tt i'm one of those forever happy ones and tt i dun go wandering on to roads and away from my swinging bachlorette pad. yesh, i'm gonna have my own bachlorette pad when i'm old, it's not gonna be one of those seniors condo yah. or maybe, just in case, i shld get one of those playstation portable mind training games invented by tt japanese doctor to train my brains. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, where was i? yupz, wat i have been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat/sun&lt;/strong&gt;: went to watch x-men 3: the last stand at like 10.30pm. kinda crazy i know. somemore it was freaking cold and the tram took so long to come. if there werent any other pple at the tram stop i'll most prob be doing my hoppin-&amp;-swayin-tryin-to-keep-warm dance. haha. anyway, how the hell can they de-mutate Mystique, she's like the coolest lah. dun give a damn tt Cyclops is dead though, he was turning so extremely moppy. gosh, like move on man, but at least he was happy before he died. and my dearest Rogue, y must u de-mutate women. hopefully, since tt the anti-mutant serum doesnt really seem to totally eliminate mutations in mutants, rogue's power-leeching powers will be back. kinda can see, y it's called the last stand, haha, like so little of them left. but as usual, got super cliffhanger at the end, with charles xavier not dead and magneto still having abit of power. yeah! this is great man. the Phoenix is damn cool lah, the way she makes everything like turn into ashes and the house part, damn cool lah! oh wait, i said tt liao right. haha. damn cool!! juggernaut's so humourous too. on the whole, i would say it's a nice show. maybe i'll go some ulu suburb to watch it again for 4 bucks or something. haha. then after x-men, ja and i decided to watch another show. eventually settled on 'click', after much deliberation. my reverse psychology, or more like guilting technique, worked man. haha. shld work on how to guilt my parents next. my bro seems to be doing tt quite well now. haha. whoops, digressed again. anyway, click's also damn nice. haha, must watch man. but then the part where the wierd guy suddenly revealled tt he was the angel of death did not really link to the story. i mean up to now, tt guy didnt try to kill adam sandler or anything. then pple, like adam sandler's dad will die eventually, so it's not like the angel of death was evil in tt case. anyway, got to drink my boost juice tt night (or more like morning), so happy. anyway, by the time both shows ended, it was like 3plus am, then it took like 1hr plus to walk back home. i kinda really like the night along yarra, minus all the drunkens. crisp air, calm waters, little lights lighting up the place here and there...wat could be better. but then along swanston, things were bad man. we were like avoiding and hopping over puke. haha. now i understand y they have to hose down the pathways every single morning. but wat i still dun get is y they only hose down half of the path. hmm, water restrictions?? have a feeling tt it'll be an unanswerable qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt;: got waken up at 12noon by pat. having super headache. then my cuz called. since there were 2 signs showing tt i'm not supposed to sleep in tt day, i just haul my ass outta bed. then went to st kilda's, the trip there neatly killed me. it was so damn long lah. but the scenery there was just splendid. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; was trying to get pat this necklace, tt she really wanted, but didnt want to spend the money. typically behaviour for pat. whoops, hope she doesnt know this blog exist. i had to find a excuse to lead her away from tt store, n then run back to buy her tt necklace. i soooo stupidly told her tt i;m gonna buy something for my cousin. so in order to stick to my story i had to just buy this cheapest but still nice-looking pair of earrings, cause i knew for sure tt she would want to see wat i've bought. thinking back right, i should have just said tt i was gonna go back to buy something, then come back n told her tt the piece i was looking for was sold out. then after tt right, she was like, i think i want tt necklace. damn shit lah, cause if i went back to tt store with her, the shopkeeper will surely tell her tt her fren (me) bought it, n the surprise will be ruined. y didnt i think of telling the lady tt this was supposed to be a surprise. darn. in order to prevent pat from going back to tt store, i purposely stalled for time (since tt place was going to close in like 10 mins time), and told her tt i thought tt necklace was very normal looking(which it wasnt), and too ex (like totally not at 15bucks). now i'll just need to remember her birthday and give the necklace to her tt day. really pushed my lying power tt day. but those werent the only lies tt i had to tell tt day. it was sze's birthday tt day, n the whole bunch of us tried to surprise her with a cake. from brunetti's somemore. damn nice lah. want tt for my birthday next year *HINTHINT*. so anyway, we were unable to go to her place, cause we needed her to buzz us up. but then if we call her then the surprise would be ruined right. so they had me call sze to say i needed to pass jocelyn (her housemate) something, n to buzz me up cause i didnt want to wait out in the cold. haha. which she did. and damn, surprising pple is such fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon&lt;/strong&gt;: went to spotlight cause there was a one day 20% storewide sale. bought some paint and brushes. when i was paying at the cashier this lady with a pram kinda block my way, so i could get out. she was so nice though. then at the other cashier, she blocked me once again. talk about coincidence. haha. then tt night i just painted, it was soothing. didnt really have a plan of wat i wanted to fill the canvas just painted and painted over wat i just did like moments ago. i think the outcome was quite ok to be frank. i wont exactly show it to the whole world, but i think i'm gonna hang it in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tues&lt;/strong&gt;: went shopping at bridge road. first time i went shopping there alone. but wat to do, all my shopping kaki have all left melb by tues. hmm, let me recall wat i bought. oh yah, bought 2 bags from accessorize(cost like 22bucks all together cause they were 70% off!), watermelon lipgloss and bath fizzer from the body shop and this really cute mid-length cable knit cardigan(this is gonna be in my autumn wardrobe). actualy wanted to buy this white sweater, but then aiyah, abit ex. then got bored, so i left. this is like the first time ever tt this happened. normally i dun leave bridge rd before the shops actually close, then me and jocelyn will be walking ard trying to find some shop tt hasne closed yet. haha. then went to kathmandu in town to buy a sleeping bag, but cant find the 80bucks one so it seems tt i have to heave the bulky one tt i borrowed to brissy then. bought another top at mango to match with a pullover tt i bought last week. then went into jeanswest where this sales guy basically tried pushing like 130dollars jeans onto me. anyway those were really ugly lah. after tt went to cotton on, and finally bought my skinny jeans. yay!! now i can wear my new boots. haha. so happy. realised tt i've bought like i pair of jeans per month for like 2 months straight. oohooh. tt's bad. i havent totalled up how much i spent tt day, ok wait, i just did. 160 bucks. haha. 10 bucks more than at DFO. but hey, at least not 200 bucks right. ok, hush, no one is to tell my parents bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed (today): &lt;/strong&gt;went to walk ard yarra with my cousin and her family. the views were quite nice. it's a pity tt today's quite overcast and damn cold. also went to the amci to look at this 50 yrs of tv exhibition. some of the old model tvs on displays were really cute looking, cant really imagine wat life was like without the tv remote. it's amazing how much improvement has been made over just a few decades. did u know tt spore was like 20th or 30th something in the world to have tv broadcast-- ahead of quite a few western countries. not bad eh. the first was of course US, followed by USSR. saw this puppet display thing at ian potter also. some of these puppets were kinda freakish looking to me. dun know y kids love them. it's just like in the case of clowns, i really think tt clowns are freaky and evil since i was young (dun really know why i feel this way), but kids love em. later for dinner i had malay rice, tahu telok and teh terik at Norsiah kitchen after tt. feeling very satisfied now. haha. oh happy day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1297/446/320/DSCN0687.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115152419035178909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/wat-i-did-so-farcontd.html' title='wat i did so far...(cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-115114458333594561</id><published>2006-06-24T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:23:03.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wat i did so far...</title><content type='html'>can't believe that it has only been a week since exams ended, n that there's only a month of hols left. Argh, kinda feeling tt time has been passing too slowly and too quickly at the same time. gosh, really wonder how tt is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually did quite a lot of things since last friday. yokes demanded me to update her last night bout wat i have been doing. think tt i shld have just copied and pasted the whole conversation here, save me the time of typing all over again. haha. crap lah, fingers frozen and feel too lazy, i'll just summarize the summary i gave to yokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: when to watch "the omen 666" after the genetics test. haha, it was not as scary as i thought it would be. must because i built it up too much liao. i kinda pity the kid acting as the devil's child, he would so be called names in sch. he has such icy blue eyes and such pale skin, looks so damn unnatural. i wonder if his appearence was altered by make up or some airbrush stuff. went for gelato after tt, it took me like 2 days to finish tt 3 scoops. haha. shldnt have baileys next time. tend to get a bit woosy after eating tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: hibernated and did laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun: went for dim sum with my cousin's family...yummy. had bbq in the evening. so sunday was basically stuff-urself-with-unhealthy-food day. haha. after tt had a nice girl talk session and then later went to watch aust get trashed by brazil. no matter wat the oz media say, it was not a close match at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon: sheesh..had killer headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues: went lygon for a bit of shopping on the way back from picking up the paper. hai, y do they always not have my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed: went to DFO essendon. spent like 150bucks. i insist tt i only bought essential stuff ok! haha. finally got my knee high boots. was such a steal at 60 bucks and they had my size somemore, it's really hard to come by man. now i got shoes for rainy days liao. haha. have to get skinny jeans for wearing with my new boots. damn i need a shopping buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs: went to mt buller for a one day ski trip. the whole group of 9 of us went on the trip. we got sooo fleeced. we could have bought student lift tickets instead of the adult one. gosh, it was like 22bucks diff lah. it was quite frustrating initially cause i didnt know how to ski and there wasnt any proper place tt we could find out more about where we shld go n stuff. i didnt even ride the ski lift at all. but in the end, i managed to find out where we shld go for the ski lesson and gen and i hiked up the stupid slope in ski boots and heaving all our equipment with us. they shld have like a lift ride to tt place lah. think we burnt more energy walking ard in those dreadful boots and heaving skis then during skiing. but at least got to learn abit bout how to ski with the instructor. started to get abit more enjoyable after tt. the instructor said i shld e able to pick up skiing easily cause i had relaxed legs. hehe. i think tt if i ever wanna go skiiing again next time, i wouldn't go to mt buller again. maybe mt hotham. it's such a pity tt we only had like 3 hrs on the slopes. would have been better if we have gone on a 2 day trip instead. but well, it was a good experience. better be right, after all i blew more than 200 bucks tt day, 222 bucks to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri: woke up aching all over, didnt do much. oh yah, i read through the driving theory book, gosh, it's so confusing. haha, fingers cross tt i actually make it through to get my learners licence and my P plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: woke up aching all over again and extremely tired. slept in till 2.30..haha, dunnoe which time zone i'm in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dunnoe wat i shld do tmr..wanna go shopping but then i hat shopping in sun when there's a crowd everywhere. especially now tt it's the kids sch hols. hmm..kinda tired of hibernating already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-115114458333594561?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115114458333594561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=115114458333594561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115114458333594561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/115114458333594561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/wat-i-did-so-far.html' title='wat i did so far...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114922456380575746</id><published>2006-06-02T14:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:02:43.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>020606</title><content type='html'>whoo...one more week before i turn 20. Gosh!! time flies man. i wanna remain 19 forever man. But on the bright side, it will just be another year before i recieve those "happy 21th birthday" cards. do u realised tt they have it for 16th, 18th, 21st then like 30th, 40th, and 50th and so on. is all those in between years not impt in tt case?? there must be an untapped in-between-years birhtday card  market out there. haha. ok, another business idea for a failed scientist. i think tt strawberry cigarettes shld still be the top business idea. after all, i can't imagine a anti-smoking campaign against strawberry. tt will be such a joke. everyone can just puff away as long as it doesnt stink and they end up killing themselves more instead of 2nd hand smokers. there must be a way to introduce some compound into the manufacturing process that causes all the harmful particles to be lodged in the smoker and so wouldnt be present in the exhaled smoke. would be damn cool to be a tobacco giant lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling suprisingly calm this week. did quite some work yesterday. like totally discovering new things from my lectures slides. actually had like 2 class test on all these content so far, so by right i shld know something right. my short-term memory never fails to amaze me with it's short-termness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of dropping out of biomed, so i have a smoother path towards being a genetist. but then, i still cant give up on the idea of taking up sucidal neuroscience. i always alleviate towards choices tt i know's gonna kill me. Y?? i think tt secretly a part of me justs wanna kill me. haha. i know, has gotta be overactive apotosis gene expression in my cells. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta go have lunch and return to more genome stuff. lithgow has such a way of not putting anything info on the lecture slides, except diagrams tt r so small. then he tells us to "go back home, sit down with a cup of coffee and understand all the info in your own quiet time". i think tt i'll need a caffine IV drip in tt case. wonder if anyone sells those.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me lotsa luck. we (me, myself and i) 'love' IBS and love genetics!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114922456380575746?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114922456380575746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114922456380575746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114922456380575746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114922456380575746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/020606.html' title='020606'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114860460727058080</id><published>2006-05-26T10:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:50:07.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>260506</title><content type='html'>been sooo tired over this whole week. I think that it must be all the worrying that has been keeping me up at night. haha. it's so contridictory lah, i dun find time to study and i'm stressed over it ...haha. wierd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's genetics prac was wild man. pple drinking, eating, migrating from bench to bench to get (or more like steal) food. Gosh i think someone's walking on the roof. i stay on the top floor btw. Anyway, i think some of them got so drunk tt they broke glasses and all. from all tt, pple can certianly conclude that the aussies know how to party the best. cause my bench was predominately asians, and then we were like just nibbling on tim tams and still trying to answer our prac qns. i mean, it's not the end of the exams lah, it wasnt even the last day of sch. Get down to work man! but well... anyway pple like gen and me dun need to go steal food cause grace went stealing food for us and delivered it to our table, haha, cookies...yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to convince gen not to stay in sch to study and to go for dinner with the gang. haha, bad influence right. last sem it was the other way. damn, she freaking me out lah. hmm, which is good in a way.went for souvlaki down lygon. gosh it was so huge and i had to grip it so it doesnt collapse. i could feel the oil oozing out in every bite, but then again maybe the oil's balanced by all the veg in it. loved the onions! went for gelato after that somemore. haha. i think we were crazy lah, it's most prob like highest 10 degrees or something and we were eating gelato. my fingers were frozen solid just from holding the cup. but yum man, had ferraro, mango and watermelon, it's a pity they didnt have green tea, gtg to fredo's for it on my birthday man. hopefully it not too cold on tt day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a lost fan now, after the episode yesterday, i went straight online just to check out the clues. think i'm gonna spend my hols watching the last clue and episode on yahoo7 man. perfect winter stay-at-home-drinking-hot-choc-and-eating- marshmallow entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing froggy dissection later today again. ewwy. hope i dun get toad juice on my sleeves. if i do i'll just sholve it into wenyang's face again. damn, tt will be so fun. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114860460727058080?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114860460727058080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114860460727058080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114860460727058080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114860460727058080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/260506.html' title='260506'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114785707822358898</id><published>2006-05-17T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:11:18.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the Tag-ee's answers...</title><content type='html'>answering yokes tag...see how nice i am to spend my precious time just cause u tag me right. haha.. nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM: depends on who u ask lah..haha..&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: more time, more time, more brain cells, more human contact man...can spent like the whole weekendin my apartment w/o seeing another human being...haha...maybe tt's y my lang skills r sooo deterioting&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: lab bitch, laundry bitch and not being able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: my frens in spore, my parents(never thought tt it would be possible), really good malay food, all the time i spent with my gfs&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: tt i would not be able to graduate as a biomed sci student, tt i cant get a job, ending up as a teacher, not being able to have the life tt i want&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: the mr brown 'zhng my car show', my fan heater hard at work, the motors of the lift&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: y the sky is red&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not being consistant with my studies, not being discipline, not taking chances when i shld, saying the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: a genetics smart ass&lt;br /&gt;I SING: not in the bathroom, wouldnt want to entertain my neighbour for free now would i.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: alot nowadays, or more like tear...have been watching lotsa sad shows lately&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: i dunno wat to answer here&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: does food count? but i techically dun not make food, only cook them. oh wait i made aspirin last year&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: in very long paragraphs, with lotsa 'hence', 'thus' and 'therefore'&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: myself with all the amino acid structures and cell signalling pathways&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: time, and more life&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: work harder and sleep earlier, study more&lt;br /&gt;I START: to doubt if i can survive year 2 as a biomed student&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: my genetics prac??&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: too strong a word tt i dun think i can used yet on any human, but i do love food&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER: useless stuff tt r non academically related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114785707822358898?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114785707822358898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114785707822358898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114785707822358898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114785707822358898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/tag-ees-answers.html' title='the Tag-ee&apos;s answers...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114779114620663450</id><published>2006-05-17T00:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:52:26.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>160506</title><content type='html'>if i disregard wat has happened from 11am to 12 noon today, my day has been totally perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, just did abit of my genetics report then realised tt today was too fine a day to be spent indoors. Gosh, it's unbelievable lah, i could actually see blue skies today, plus the sun was shining so brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town aimless (for once) just wandered ard myers and bouke street. found perfect jeans but darn, they ran out of my size. haha, i think i have a common size, if i slim down or bulk up, i should be able to find sizes more easily. haha. i think my winter bringeing habits will most prob do all the bulking up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lygon for coffee after tt with gen. but then decided on getting waffles at new zealand natural instead cause it was half-priced tuesday. yum. had the 'gold digger' waffles which was bascially lotsa caramel and ice cream and whipped cream. need i say more? i want their whipped cream canister lah, it was so huge and pretty with nice stainless steel finishing. gosh, just realised tt i might have just watch abit too much of those 'better homes and gardens' shows. the whipped cream tastes sooo good. then after tt, we each got milkshakes somemore. i got mango flavoured one, nice but still incomparable to macdonald's milkshake--wonder y they dun sell those anymore. i was so full tt i dun even feel like eating dinner, but of course i did in the end lah. haha, how can i ever resist food... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll start mugging tmr,wretched exams in 2 weeks man. just realised tt today. totally spooked now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114779114620663450?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114779114620663450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114779114620663450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114779114620663450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114779114620663450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/160506.html' title='160506'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114742699211111198</id><published>2006-05-12T19:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:43:12.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>120506</title><content type='html'>i just de-skinned and de-nerved a toad today!! haha. pretty happy with wat i've done, got the scatic nerve out alright. got frog juice on my lab coat sleeves, n i shoved it into wenyang face. haha...man it was so fun to see a guy squirm. if only i could use my hp, then i could have span a pic of my froggy, or rather wat's left of it after the whole dissection. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole lab class was shown this demo tape on how to do the whole dissection and damn, it was gross. i was kinda sick by the middle of the tape. but then it was so funny lah, cause throughout the whole thing the jokers sitting behind me were make stupid comments and gen and me were like laughing while going 'ewww' at the footages at the same time. haha. then there was this part where u have to rip off the skin from the legs of the frog, n i just spoke wat i thought outloud..."gosh, tt's like taking off a sock". gosh, didnt realised tt i was so loud and jo-anne turned ard to laugh at me. have to learn how to control my mouth more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's kinda screwed up cause i didnt get to the bank and the post office on time. so cant buy my stamps for a card and cant do all my banking stuff. so dead, gotta do my bank stuff by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for buffet lunch tmr, gonna stuff myself silly with all the yummy stuff. haha. seems like i dun need to cook tmr...yeah! no dishes to wash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114742699211111198?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114742699211111198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114742699211111198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114742699211111198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114742699211111198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/120506.html' title='120506'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114691452888604255</id><published>2006-05-06T20:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:22:08.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'>060506</title><content type='html'>hmm...nice numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, do u realise how some freaking pple have to ruin ur well planned day just because they cant heave their stupid asses to go collect their damn arse clothes from the dryer. shit them man. n i know who tt laundry bitch is, hell, even if she's a guy i'll still call her a bitch. so there goes my plan. i shld have already finish folding all my clothes and have a nice warm bath by now. but, noooo... laundry bitch has to go jump queue for the dryer. i mean like, come on have some brains and courtesy, if someone's gonna finish the wash, then obviously's gonna need the dryer right. damn ass, damn ass!!!! sheesh man. some more, i cleared the lint filter in the dryer before damn bitch hogged it. hell, my wet clothes have been in the washing machine like for like closed to an hour. damn it, it's prob growing mould now. i have this super compelling feeling to go dump all the sauces i have onto her clothes and put garbage into her laundry basket. ARGHHHHHHH!!!!! i'm pissed! ok, should have established tt by now. breathing in and out to cool down, or at least trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n if u think tt tt was the only thing tt irritated me today, well gurl, there's more. the freaking lectures r still not online yet. having a lecturer tt speaks so fast, causing me to not know wat the hell is going on is not enough.they have to NOT post lect, even thought it shld have been online like 2, 3 days ago. gosh, now i can't go thru the nervous system lect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i feel so cranky. good thing i didnt have dinner w ja, if not even worst lah, have to waste all those time cooking and pressing him to go do the dishes. wat's with them, man(e expression not the gender)? gosh, i think i just want to be a housewife without the husband in the pic. just wanna be a homemaker. do all the redecorating i want, all the craft projects and just basically make a nice house pretty. hell, i'll even do some garden. i know this type of dream is like very post ww1 american housewife, but then i kinda like keeping things pretty now. n i hate it when someone comes ard to my place and mess things up, and also comment on my stuff. damn it lah, just bugger off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...exam's in ard 30 days, according to wenyang. argh!!! n he has to inform me of this on thurs---the first day of the sch year tt i woke up late and had to speed walk to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, do u realise tt everything today points to how crucial timing is?? tt is so uncanny..didnt mean it to be this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114691452888604255?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114691452888604255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114691452888604255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114691452888604255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114691452888604255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/060506.html' title='060506'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114596011430244926</id><published>2006-04-25T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:15:48.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>250406</title><content type='html'>ARH!!! I cant believe i get to say this---i have FINISHED and PRINTED my essay!! so proud of myself!! i think i'm gonna save and backup and double backup this essay in every drive tt i have. hell, i'll even put it a copy in my mp3. Since i only know how to put files in there not take it out, it'll never be deleted by me. Haha. yesh, i totally admit tt i'm an IT idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have let a few pple read my essay, i think nep like help me co-write lah, haha. then yokes like 'u shld justify ur essay'. i was so stupid to think tt she was asking me to justify the points in my essay, and not the look of the paper itself. was like going huh the whole time she was talking bout 'justifying'. haha. my cousin read my essay and commented tt she will give me a huge cross in the 2nd line cause i started my sentence with 'but'. a big NO,NO appareently. ok i'll digress here, cause i just thought of something funny. there's this guy in my course with a name tt's pronounced ono...like oh-no. always wondered if his mum ever went 'oh no, ono'. i just think tt it's incredibly funny, even though i dun think others think so. oh well. oh yah, was talking bout my cousin. in response to wat she said i just gave the excuse tt my GP tutor said tt it was ok, and tt usage of language changes over time---just because i was too lazy to think of another way to paraphrase wat i have to say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tt there's some songs tt are nice no matter how much u listen to it. something like 'only hope' from OST of A walk to remember. if i was taken hostage, i'll rather they play this song over n over again to crack me, it'll be like a holiday man. Haha. anyway, dun really mind if they play the barney song, really cant understand y ppl go crazy listening to barney. i think barney songs are quite nice, the post-dark-purple-freak year's ones anyway. b4 u think tt i'm exceptionally wierd, i watch lotsa barney last time because i was in charged of changing barney vcds for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wished i have a vcr, no wait, dvd recorder. then i can record shows. i'll have to choose between lost and biggest losers(final ep) this thursday. which to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel happy today, dun know y...actually have been perky since yesterday morning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i'm incoherent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114596011430244926?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114596011430244926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114596011430244926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114596011430244926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114596011430244926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/04/250406.html' title='250406'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114476435487344450</id><published>2006-04-11T23:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:05:54.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>110406</title><content type='html'>yay!!! i'm so happy. My parcel has finally arrived, like after 7 weeks. Besides tt i also got my iGenetics text from spore too. Yes! my textbook heaving days to and fro from brownless is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my IBS prac test today... didnt study for it. Haha, felt kinda bad but wth. I just insist tt my answers r correct and tt others r wrong and tt's final. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for gelato today after gen and i finished our IBS prac report. it took us like 7 hours to complete this report. Gosh, time waster! So had lunch at 4 plus and then gelato. I had watermelon and melon favour, so ex yummy, although maybe a wee bit too sweet. i was so full when i got home tt i basically just didnt move and just stretched out in front of the telly. i realised that I'm very good at doing tt recently. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, having difficulties typing, all the typos and wat-nots r all coming out, and besides yokes like asking me why i'm still awake, so i'm gonna go sleep. Nighty night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114476435487344450?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114476435487344450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114476435487344450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114476435487344450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114476435487344450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/04/110406.html' title='110406'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114388330449860584</id><published>2006-04-01T20:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:57:05.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I look Kelly Clarkson-ish, Liv Tyler-ish...</title><content type='html'>Hahaha....i'm in fits man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the website &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt;, i look 58% like Kelly Clarkson, 57% like Liv Tyler and 46% like Mai Kuraki ( dun really know who the hell she is). But then if i'm a guy, i look 60% like Bae Yong Jun(eww...), 58% like Jonathan Rhys Meyer(whoo....major cuttie!) and 51% like Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad eh. Haha...i'm Liv Tyler look alike. Apparently, diff pics of u will give diff results, so i'm gonna keep on matching my pics...haha. This is so fun, u guys have got to try it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...tried matching another pic of myself. Guess wat. I look 60% like Jesse McCartney. Ok major horrible thought in my mind now. Does it mean tt i will look better if i were a guy?? Anyway, have ur heard of the thing tt pple usually look for partners who look like the opposite versions of themselves. Hmm, now i'll know who shld i look out for. HAhahaha. This is soo hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is huge man, if i use my pre-gradnight pics, i look 68% like Diane Kruger. Ya know Helen of Troy, the women who caused the war. hahaha. I also look like Sandra Bullock (54% for one and a whooping 66% in my gradnight photo) and Zhang Ziyi (60%). Must be because of the eyebrows man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the more recent photos, i look 68% like Meg Ryan, 66% like Naomi Watts and 62% like Keria Knightley. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the conclusion is either tt i look most alike to Meg Ryan and Diana Kruger (both 68%) or tt if i keep on matching more pics of myself i'll eventually look like everyone. I prefer the former. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114388330449860584?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114388330449860584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114388330449860584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114388330449860584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114388330449860584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-look-kelly-clarkson-ish-liv-tyler.html' title='I look Kelly Clarkson-ish, Liv Tyler-ish...'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114388158895510676</id><published>2006-04-01T19:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:53:08.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>010406</title><content type='html'>Cant believe it's April. Gosh! where is my shipment of precious stuff. I miss my Elaines (my shoes...no kidding their model name is elaine...how cute is tt *hinthint*...haha), my textbooks and my doggies. Hope the package comes soon, if not i'll be getting more muscle aches from lugging books to and fro from Brownless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Yoke's blog so i decided to do this quiz tt she took. I think this further affirms the fact tt what i need is a slave not a bf. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114388158895510676?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114388158895510676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114388158895510676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114388158895510676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114388158895510676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/04/010406.html' title='010406'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114337985502695107</id><published>2006-03-26T23:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:30:55.753+11:00</updated><title type='text'>260306</title><content type='html'>I saw fireworks from my window just now!!! Well, actually i shld say it's more like the glow from the fireworks and abit of the sparkling sparkle of it. Gosh, i'm such a primitive creature, still attracted to sparkly things. But anyway i saw fireworks, so yay!! I heard really loud bangs when the fireworks were set off but then thought it was just noise from the tv. Gosh shld have ran to the North block to see it, but oh well, it probably all be over by the time i made it there. Oh yah, today's the closing ceremony for the Commonwealth Games if u didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something very blur today. I planned wat i wanted to cook for dinner this whole week and wrote down a shopping list. Wanted to make country chicken and potato bake for today's dinner, got all the ingredients in the fridge except for the onion. So i wrote down 'onion' in my list. Went to Safeway and got all my stuff according to the list, except for the chicken, cause they ran out of it. Came back like a hour later and then happily unpacked all my stuff cause i can finally cook now. Damn it, i was sooo hungry!! But then, i forgot to get the onion. Went down to Safeway especially for the onion and then i forgot to get it. How blur can i get right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tt this weekend is like Disney cartoon weekend, or rather animation weekend. I watched Tracy Mcbean on Fri, Pocahontas on Sat evening, 12th Kingdom and Mulan this afternoon and then the last 5 mins of Ice Age later in the evening. Argh...i actually forgot tt they're showing Ice Age...horrible! Oh yah, watched Simpsons and Futurama too. Oh yah also watched Hitch, so damn funny, love Will Smith man. Tt guy's just really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel kinda bad abt not doing work this whole weekend. Especially since i promised myself tt i would actually revised and attempt the proteins stuff. Even wanted to draw up my amino acids diagrams and stick them all ard the house. Hai, got no excuse for not accomplishing wat i wanted to do. Oh wait...i have an excuse, i'm sick remember. Haha. No wonder i was so tired, fell asleep when i was watching My Fair Lady on sat and then this afternoon too when i was watching Mulan. I seriously need someone to motivate me. Where's yokes when i need her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah...i love Eagle Eye Cherry now. They rock man...yeah i know tt i'm slow cause they're like so ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got sch tmr and have to stay awake till 12.30am tmr cause it comedy mon tmr...so gonna turn in...tata (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114337985502695107?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114337985502695107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114337985502695107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114337985502695107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114337985502695107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/03/260306.html' title='260306'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114329530258045999</id><published>2006-03-26T00:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:01:42.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>250306</title><content type='html'>Went to watch a table tennis match on wed with Gen and Jocelyn. We reached there pretty early, so we just hang ard Albert Park enjoying the sun. Got quite an ok tan tt afternoon. That place was so beautiful. It had a lake with great views of southbank and lotsa ducks and swans swimming in it. I dun really know y but Gen is so facinated when the swans tip over and exposed their butts. To me, tt's just plain flashing man. Haha. Oh yah, got to play on the swings too. Got abit naesous after tt, must have been due to the whole cup of Boast in my super full tummy. Gotta watch like ard 7 matches in 5 hours. It's so amazing how young some of these althetes are, watching then play really made me feel quite useless. Haha. Nvm, i have my physiology knowledge, so i can call pple nematoda and they wont have a clue tt i just called them a worm. Took photo with LiJiaWei and got her signature too. It's a pity the pic turned out shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tt i'm starting to get sick or rather am sick. It's so predictable, cause i always fall sick ard this time of the year. I really have a sore throat but nobody believes me, except my mummy, gen insisted tt i sound like this every morning. Gosh, wat do i have to do to get a bit of sympathy here!? Aww man, really need a huge friendly bear hug now, and someone to refill my empty cup while i watch tv and rest, and someone to cook tasteless and healthy sick person food for me, and also someone to help me clean. Sheesh, need a slave pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself! I vacuumed the whole place yesterday evening even though i was super pissed after IBS prac. It the serious type of vacuuming, like when u actually shift things ard and vacuum all surfaces. Yesh, even under the bed and even my sofas. I think somehow cleaning the house made my feel better. I had no idea tt my carpet actually had a fishnet pattern until i vacuumed it yesterday. Can u imagine how much dust was actually on the carpet to obscure the pattern. Wonder how much dust i actually have been breathing in over this whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tt i'm pms-ing or something, cause i actually cried when i was watching 'billy elliot' last night. Haha. Watched it like 2, 3 times so far, but have never shed a single tear ever. Good thing no one can see me in my house, if not pple would be thinking tt i'm crazy or something. Cause i was crying for billy elliot then laughing like crazy when i was watching 'Glasshouse'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, damn bloody tired, dun wanna type anymore, starting to forget how to spell all my words already. Will stop here then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114329530258045999?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114329530258045999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114329530258045999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114329530258045999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114329530258045999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/03/250306.html' title='250306'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114265819046772040</id><published>2006-03-18T13:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:03:10.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>180306</title><content type='html'>Sorry darlings...have been too lazy to blog for so long, got lotsa stuff to do u see, and some more must conserve brain juices for lecture so i can pay extra attention, and hopefully get tt H1. Haha. Who am i kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ok, when shld i start blogging from? How bout last fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, went clubbing on Friday night @ Amber. Nice name but place sucks, just one small room in the basement with lotsa stick-thin chimney girls, bengs and lians. So lesson learnt, never go attend another taiwanese student society party again, even though it may be free. Which it wasnt, in the end, cause i had to pay 10bucks to be a member. So now i'm a taiwan student society member. How wierd is that? But then the entire evening wasnt wasted, caused i went for korean BBQ dinner (something like Soeul Garden but with real koreans serving ya) with Jocelyn's frens. So i got to make new frens and talk more to pple tt were on the hi-bye basis before tt. Very fruitful thing, cause now i know one more brainy brain who has really nice shoes and the same IBS prac as me. Haha. Besides tt, we (Gen and me) gotta meet this Spore guy when we were filling out our member application froms. We left the place like ard one hour plus, n then went for gelato with Sherman (i remember his name by the fish comics 'Sherman's Lagoon"...aww i miss Life!), Kelly and Brigdit. Only got to know Sherman and Brig tt night. Then we walked all the way from Lonsdale to Lygon(which equals very far), in Jocelyn's heels ok! It's no joke, haha, so proud of myself. I had green tea and passionfruit favoured gelato, super yummy! So we chatted then walked everyone home. After tt night, i really wonder why pple say tt hong kongers are arrogent pple, they're like so nice, and Brig even commented tt she thought tt sporeans are really friendly pple. haha. Sama sama yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sat, woke up @ ard 11am. Then called Jocelyn to go buy tix for table tennis match. Went to her place to return shoes to her, got some really nice sun on her balcony then went to her sis's place. Waited for her sis's frens to get ready and ate chips for breakfast. Haha. Sooo 'healthy' yah. N ur say i slim down here somemore. Anyway, i was like wearing shorts, tee and slippers, didnt even bother styling my hair tt day, just pulled it all up in a ponytail, n they were all like all made-up, in skirts and jeans and all, with ton of sunblock on. Gosh, now i know wat Jocelyn meant tt sporean and malaysian girls are really diff. Haha, or maybe it's just me, always dun bothered much abt dressing up. But i still think tt being tan is better than being fair. After they were all primmed up we went for supre warehouse sale. It's insane, like clothes dumped all over the place then pple just grabbing stuff. I got a skirt (for when i go to sydney during break, so i can tan--yeahZ!), a pair of shorts and 2 belts. Guess how much it all costed in total?? U r so not gonna believe it. Just $9.50!! I thought tt it'll be at least ard 15 bucks. Shld have grabbed two more pairs of shorts. Wasted! Then after tt, we went shopping again. Haha, surprise, surprise. Jocelyn's so my official shopping buddy. Bought a Oakley tee @ 40% off, Nike pullover(damn comfy) and a sling bag. Love the bag, but then i dun think tt i really need it. It's another one of my impulse purchases. So glad tt my mum and dad doesnt read this. Haha. But then it's only 30bucks and the last piece left. If i dun get too attached to it maybe, just maybe, i'll give it to my bro for birthday present. Oh no, i just realised tt i shld have bought the blue colour one for him. Aiyah, too lazy to go down to Smith street again. Finally bought a shoerack tt day too, so now, all my shoes r finally out the shoe boxes. Yeah!! So tt's a few more boxes unpacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sun, i basically tried to do my reading and tut. Nothing much happened. But as expected i couldnt finish my tut. Haha, was so dead lor, cause i had genetics test tt thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday--sch, zonked out during lect, mind was really drifting. It's really amazing how quickly one thought can lead to another, and another, and another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues--same story but then got OC. Yeah!! The new girl is so evil, Summer's cute as usual, n i still love Julie Cooper, she's got the whole scheming smart-ass bitch thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed--Commonwealth Games opening night. Could hear the fireworks but couldnt see them. So happy, finaly saw spore delegation, thought i missed them when i switched the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs--mens 4x100m freestyle, yeah, spore didnt come in last!! Haha, sixth place leh..not bad, not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri---Had one hour lect at 9am then 4 hours break before IBS prac. At least this time round the prac wasnt so bad. After tt, had 30 mins power sleep then went to prepare for the welcome dinner. I went downstairs to find everyone super dressed up. Girls in dresses, heels, makeup and nice hair. Guys in nice shirts and some with ties on somemore. And there i was, in my purple top, jeans and slippers. Haha. The food was quite ok, with really nice date pudding. Yum. The music was great too, got really nice R&amp;B, really old songs like the 80s disco and songs from 'Grease'. I think tt it was really an amazing sight to see so many young pple dancing to songs that weren't even from their generation. It didnt matter if pple sucked @ dancing, even though i must say tt they really entertained me, spent a hell lot of time picking out wierd-dancing pple and laughing at them. I think the best i have seen tt night was when a very bollywoodish song was playing and then this whole bunch of indians and singhs started dancing the stuff tt u'll see in bollywood movies. Then when the Grease songs were playing, this whole group of ang mohs were acting out the scenes. Haha. Very entertaining. Got to meet quite a few pple too. It's amazing how a few drinks can loosen pple up and then they'll start mingling. It doesnt really matter tt they didnt really previously speak much to one another. Another thing tt i wont forget is when we were all dancing in a circle, these ang moh girl introduced herself to me and asked to join our circle, haha, she was really enjoying herself dancing with her fren, completely uninhibited cause she wearing her mask (like ever since the party started). Oh yah, it was supposed to be a masqurade party, but i didnt bother to get a mask or anything. I'm really curious to find out how she really looks like. I think she was most prob the first ang moh who bothered to mix with us tt night, except for tt Brit guy from the next table who wanted to grab our white wine. Of course, i refused to give the wine to him. Haha, not tt i really wanted to drink it, just didnt want to give it to him. After the whole party, i went to my frens place with Gen to watch 'Day After Tmr'. Played foosball b4 tt, haha, my dudez totally crushed Gen's guys, 10 - 4 lor. Haha, yeahzz, i rule. U know there's so many wierd points in the movie, like y did pple not run into skyscrapers instead of the public library which was only at most 5 stories high. I think tt it's sometimes nice to watch movies with a big bunch of pple cause u get all the stupid and wierd comments during the show, haha. Like how 'Sam' was so good in trying to get fresh with the girl. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, didnt really accomplish much today except wake up tired with a headache. Then had banana for breakfast while i was flipping channels. Then came online to talk to my darling *wink, wink*, and ended up typing this whole buncha stuff tt i'm sure pple will give up after reading the first paragraph. To tell the truth, i dun really know wat i'm talking abt after the first paragraph, i think tt i shld just go dump my clothes in the washing machine and then sleep while i wait for it to get done. I'll just start studying tmr...haha...hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114265819046772040?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114265819046772040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=114265819046772040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114265819046772040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/114265819046772040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/03/180306.html' title='180306'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-114011319314767197</id><published>2006-02-17T02:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T05:06:33.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>160206</title><content type='html'>happy friendship day pple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend v-day with my gf. haha. had a much better time as compared to last year, as i left for melb last year on v-day. and by doing tt i deprive the pple who came to send me off of a perfect v-day. muahaha. u have no idea how great tt felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a trip to crescent on wed. think tt it made me realise how fast things change and how little impression i make on teachers. both of which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today in the morning. tt is indeed a very rare event. actually set my alarm like one hour ahead of the time tt i actually wanted to wake up at. anyway, i woke up early to watch 'the cinderalla story'. i know it's a brainless chick flick, but then these are feel-good shows. u also cant deny the fact tt there r pretty pple in the show and some of the dresses are pretty too. ok got to check thesaurus for alternatives for 'pretty'. so yup, i'm a chick flick addict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a few more day till i fly back, gosh, and still so much left undone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-114011319314767197?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114011319314767197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>If there is one thing tt i learnt today, it is that it is no good to hold back tears cause it'll somehow make ur eyes even puffier and thus resulting in people giving u the oh-no-you-poor-thing-must-be-just-broke-up-with-bf look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, and besides tt uncontrollable tearing can also cause chronic sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, dun go watch "I not stupid too".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-113958515721288242?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/113958515721288242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=113958515721288242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Elaine&amp;amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Elaine!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first domain name ever registered was Elaine.com!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, Elaine is the victim!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is impossible to fold Elaine more than seven times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All gondolas in Venice must be painted black unless they belong to Elaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same Elaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The horns of Elaine are made entirely from hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A chimpanzee can learn to recognize itself in a mirror, but Elaine can not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The National Heart Foundation recommends eating Elaine at least three times a week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elaine can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The canonical hours of the Christian church are matins, lauds, prime, terce, sext, none, Elaine and compline.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia"&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-113905045156193499</id><published>2006-02-04T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:54:11.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>040206</title><content type='html'>I actually wanted to type today's date as the title for this post but then realised i didnt know the date. Guess that is the result of lazing ard at home everyday doing nothing. Gosh! I'm totally bored out of my head. I have a feeling tt my brain cells are really fluid by now. The only time when i use my brains nowadays is when i play bejeweled 2. Have got to identify the jewels and then switch them to get them in sets of 3 and such. I think u guys know the game right. I dun think that trying to figure out which day of the week it is ( so i know which channel to flip to for my fav tv shows) doesnt really require lotsa brain juice right. So yeah, not using my brain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my right lower jaw wisdom teeth removed on thursday afternoon. It was as if someone out there was making thursday such a perfect day on purpose. Which was of course in attempt to torment me with the fact tt i cant go out! Sucks totally---like as bad as when ur trying to suck up the remaining bubble tea in ur cup with ur fat straw (which gen informed me tt it was totally impossible to totally finish ur bubble tea---y didnt someone tell me earlier??). Got this paper after the surgury which outlined the do's and don't's, and one of it said to monitor bleeding from wound and also i had to constantly change my gauze. I really wonder how much blood was soaked up by the gauze and then thrown away tt day. It was horrible, i was like spitting out blood and it looked like i was some TB patient. Haha. Then nurse said tt the bleeding should stop in 3 hours time, and surprise surprise, mine so did not. I'm really starting to wonder if i have some platelet deficiency or if i dun have enough of fibrinogen; ya know the thing to form the meshwork for our trusty platelets to get caught on. Hope not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face was so swollen due to all that drilling and slicing and god-knows-wat they did to my gums, and it hurts. The worse thing is when i forget about it and touch tt part accidentally or sleep on my cheek. Damn, heal already. But there's good news though---i now officially have a perfect set of pre-whitened teeth. Haha...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did a bit of calculations and realised tt today should be 4th feb, gosh time flies by so fast, so i'm gonna type the date in as the title, gotta keep tradition or shall i say habit u see. Haha. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-113905045156193499?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/113905045156193499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=113905045156193499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113905045156193499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113905045156193499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/02/040206.html' title='040206'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-113787057491131297</id><published>2006-01-22T04:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T06:09:34.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>211006</title><content type='html'>Today was so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at abt 11 am then went to bake a pineapple "J" cookie. After tt i went to holland v to meet up with jo and mic for jo's big 2-0 celebration lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at sushi teh was great, the food was quite ok but then the service there was not tt good. we watched jo's cheerleading and dance performance there on her laptop. i was so surprised to see her in all those video clips. the side of her shown was totally different from the jo i know. she was so expressive with all her moves and really enthu. gosh, i saw her being thrown and hoisted up and all, and she made it look so easy. the dancing was so good as well. damn she looked good. after seeing all that, i cant help but wonder wat my life will be like if i actually chose to stay in spore for uni. i would definately have a much bigger social circle and be more involved in much more activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was basically a spend and spend day. After going to sushi teh, we went to swensens for apple crumble. it tasted so was nice and i never knew that they prepare the whole thing in front of u. haha, wat a country pumpkin right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were sitting ard chatting away on so many silly and interesting topics. i posed a qns which i thought was quite interesting, but which they felt was stupid---Are the poodles tt we normally see male?? i mean tt if they were guys, they would be sorta the human equivalent of drag queens or maybe even really happy pple ( or more accurately dogs) right?? i kinda pity the male poodles who have the bald bodies and trimmed round fur ard their paws, i can so imagine tt they are ostracised by the more guyish dogs like huskies. Huskies probably think tt guy poodles are whoose or something. i mean tt must be exactly like wat the  guyish guys think abt their metro or homo counterparts right. haha. i know tt i'm thinking too much abt very wierd topics. but tt's wat pple do when they have nothing much to worry and think abt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, today marks the day when i have exactly one mth before i leave spore. ah man, tt's so sad. 1 mth is so short. soon i'll have to say goodbye to all the yummy steam fish tt my nanny makes, rendang burger and malay food like briyani. damn, tt sucks...but then again i'll be back in another 9 more mths. so it's not tt bad yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'll just have to worry abt how i'm gonna spent my time. come on pple, let's all go out and entertain moi...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-113787057491131297?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/113787057491131297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=113787057491131297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113787057491131297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113787057491131297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2006/01/211006.html' title='211006'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-113484739534358955</id><published>2005-12-18T05:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:23:15.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>181205</title><content type='html'>Finally i'm back in spore. Even though it has been closed to a month (thanks to thomas for reminding me of tt), i still can't stand the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, the prep work that i did to come back was soooo tough. Right after stats paper, i obviously went out, like so duhz. Anyway, went to vic mart, watch movie, eat ultra sinful food. Then after that, went straight back home to pack. Subsequent days leading up to sat 19th nov were spent shopping in the day and packing from even till 7 or 8am the following morning. Damn, tt was tough. The whole experience has educated me to NOT ever consider shifting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing to see how much things i have in that apartment. I think that i filled like 6 huge boxes and still have to leave stuff with frens. Haha, seems that no matter where i am, i'm still a stuff accumulator. But i'm proud to have all those stuff, cause it reflects on my pursue for my ideal life. Haha. Got the kitchen appliance that i need for making my morning toast (which i'll spread liberally with cream cheese and place sliced strawberries on it), blender to make my orange, banana and watermelon milkshakes, brita jug for my clean drinking water, electric jug for hot water to make my bavarian coffee and beverages and rice cooker. Besides that, i also have kitchenware for baking and grilling and stuff. Then i also have my decorative items, lamps, comfy cushions and throws and paul frank slippers. My books, notes, clothes and bedding stuff have also taken up alot of space. So since i have so much stuff, packing really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now i have only met up with a few frens. I feel so shagged everyday after work tt i dun really feel like going out. And when i do i most prob only get to spend like 3 hours max with them for dinner and dessert. So sad eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing an attachment now and it has made me realised that poly really trains a student more in practical aspect than unis; and also that spore unis teach their students more stuff and have a higher workload. So i'm i lucky to have a relatively slacker education? Hopefully i wont lose out to grads here when i return to find my dream job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-113484739534358955?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/113484739534358955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=113484739534358955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113484739534358955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113484739534358955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2005/12/181205.html' title='181205'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331728.post-113093215715069833</id><published>2005-11-02T22:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:49:17.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>021105</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh u guys are so not gonna believe this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed physics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 10/20!! ok yah, stop rolling ur eyes. considering the fact tt the class average was 8, i can really say that this timw round i am above average...woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging really hard now, but then i need more time. someone pls built me a time machine. i'll be eternally grateful. but then again, as illustrated by 'the butterfly effect' changing past events may not be such a good idea. hmm...so how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg mug...wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331728-113093215715069833?l=gyanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/feeds/113093215715069833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331728&amp;postID=113093215715069833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113093215715069833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331728/posts/default/113093215715069833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyanc.blogspot.com/2005/11/021105.html' title='021105'/><author><name>gy@nc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14261377758299435424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
