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  <title>in vino veritas</title>
  <subtitle>clairvoyance</subtitle>
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    <name>clairvoyance</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-26T15:09:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:71845</id>
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    <title>it takes some cold to know the sun</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T12:59:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T15:09:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In just two days, I learnt that what really brings me down&amp;nbsp;isn't being alone when I'm melancholy, but rather being alone when I have much joy to share. It's no use having the finest food on my plate if I were to dine alone.&amp;nbsp;Makes me feel really hollow and lonely. And nothing can be quite celebratory if you're lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in one of my emotional crises again, those that come every once in a while, just like an economic recession. Dogged thoughts of me being an unwanted, unloved creature&amp;nbsp;envelop me though I'm acutely aware that reality says otherwise. I picture little devils playing tug-of-war with my heartstrings till they rupture, making me bleed inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me vaguely suicidal and eager to intoxicate myself. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:71193</id>
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    <title>W(hole)hearted</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T16:41:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T16:44:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This is the reason why I do not feel I belong in Singapore. i mean, damn it, people need the government to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;promote romance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it's stupefying, it's embarrassing.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;first they're too busy to make love, now they're simply too busy to love. passive and pathetic; it's time to work on that passion, dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore govt plays Cupid for Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="segment"&gt;&lt;div class="detail"&gt;&lt;div class="gchild chrome1 left"&gt;&lt;div class="ggchild c1 first"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Worried that a low birth rate could threaten the country's very survival Singapore's government is playing Cupid, using Valentine's Day to promote romance and marriage. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;In a city where many singles say they are too busy making money to make love, the government plans to step up its official "Romancing Singapore" campaign on Thursday, the traditional lovers' day, to encourage people to take up dating. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The campaign, launched in 2002 and managed commercially by the private sector since 2005, has lined up a series of events throughout February and on Valentine's Day itself to try to reverse the falling birthrate. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;And a separate initiative sees the government directly funding efforts to promote romance. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;In 2006 it launched the one-million-Singapore-dollar (704,000 US) Partner Connection Fund to support dating agencies that come up with what it called new "social interaction opportunities" for singles. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"A lot of countries, they let nature take its course but in Singapore because of our work and lifestyle, we don't have a lot of time," said Andrew Chow, a manager with Romancing Singapore. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"We are trying to educate the singles that dating is in fact a lifestyle. I think nowhere else in the world does things like Singapore." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Among the events Romancing Singapore has planned to give Cupid a helping hand is an evening date on the newly-opened Singapore Flyer, the world's tallest observation wheel at 42 storeys high. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The Valentine's Day event, billed as "Love In A Capsule," is organised by Romancing Singapore and Clique Wise, another social networking outfit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;From movie marathons, Friday night shopping sprees and treasure hunts, Romancing Singapore says it has tapped more than 5,000 singles to participate in previous events. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Love comes at a price, though -- a date on the Singapore Flyer costs 140 US dollars, which includes a gourmet dinner at a spa resort. All 24 slots have been booked, said Chow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Violet Lim, co-founder of dating agency Lunch Actually, agreed Singapore's fast-paced lifestyle has made it hard for couples to connect. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"We play the role of an introducer," she said. "A lot of people who join us, they are not exactly people who can't find dates on their own. I would say it's more due to their schedules." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;A subsidiary of Lunch Actually, Eteract.com, received funding from the government's Partner Connection Fund for its online dating platform. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The platform allows singles to get acquainted by chatting and even playing games in cyberspace, said Lim, adding the identities of participants have been verified. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The number of babies born per woman in Singapore fell to an historic low of 1.24 in 2004 and 2005, far below the rate of 2.1 needed for the population to replenish itself, the government has said. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;This shortage prompted authorities to offer cash incentives for couples having more than two children, encourage foreigners to adopt citizenship, and ease up on previously taboo subjects like sex. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"We have managed to reverse the decline in births, but only barely," Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong said in a message on the eve of Lunar New Year earlier this month. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"Last year we only had 37,000 resident births, just 2,000 more than in 2004." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Lee said that ultimately the issue is not just about financial incentives but other factors including "social attitudes". &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Singapore had a population of 4,588,600 last year but about one million of those were non-resident foreigners, official statistics show. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Perhaps among those numbers lies the partner Joyce Tia is seeking. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Tia, a group financial controller in her thirties, will join a dinner date organised by Ideas and Concepts dating agency on the eve of Valentine's Day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"I am looking for a long-term relationship so having the dating agency to provide me the background of the person is good," said Tia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Source: &lt;a href="http://news.sg.msn.com/regional/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1240093"&gt;http://news.sg.msn.com/regional/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1240093&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>egredi @ 2007-12-28T00:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-27T16:45:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-27T16:45:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;About Peter Bjorn and John's &lt;em&gt;Young Folks&lt;/em&gt; being played on popular radio, I'm still in a state of denial. Alternative is going mainstream, how ironic.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:70899</id>
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    <title>egredi @ 2007-09-15T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T12:34:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T12:47:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;An invariably depressing day. I sought and continue to seek numbness, through physical exertion, sleep and overworking. but you know it's no use when the gloominess comes creeping back to you after those momentary respites. Robbie William's &lt;em&gt;Eternity &lt;/em&gt;brings tears to my eyes. I'm entertaining romantic, depressing thoughts. It can be scary indeed, discovering certain new things about yourself, but the scariest is in being uncertain about that discovery. I cannot articulate that which I do not know about yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Exeunt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:70233</id>
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    <title>"Sauna ah! You've been exercising and that's enough."</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T15:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T15:59:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For years, my mother has stood by this warped belief that as long as you perspire, calories-burning is at play. to her unwavering devotion to this notion I can testify, for it was&amp;nbsp;first impressed upon my tender&amp;nbsp;9-year-old mind, and it was last conveyed 9 minutes ago to me (though i have, in my more mature years, many a time explained to her that the excretion of bodily fluids through the pores of your skin does not necessarily equate to being a step closer to achieving svelteness). This resurfaced verbalisation of the stubbornly held misconception&amp;nbsp;was triggered off by&amp;nbsp;my sleeping with the fan rather than the air-con switched on the past few weeks, which she thinks is the act of a teenage weight-obsessed daughter. i'm flabbergasted, perplexed, dumbfounded, stupefied, and pretty much everything else you can find under the "shocked" entry of a thesaurus. above all, i'm amused.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. her argument contradicts outright her insistence on stocking up&amp;nbsp;snacks in every nook and cranny of the kitchen because of me; &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;i'm not that sillily teenagey; &lt;br /&gt;3. the weather's been cold enough and i just&amp;nbsp;HATE freezing under the aircon (side note: i despise Singapore's Air-conditioned Nation title); &lt;br /&gt;4. if she would let me enlighten her she would understand that if i were that motivated by anorexic behaviour, i WOULD let the glorious 18 degree Celsius iciness envelope me and happily shiver calories away through the night - your body expends more energy keeping you warm when your surroundings are cold, thus increasing metabolism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Mum can be so adorable sometimes.</content>
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    <title>Cher Amour</title>
    <published>2007-08-20T15:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-20T15:20:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;PageOne's&amp;nbsp;security&amp;nbsp;personnel chided us today&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;overt displays of affection. I love how we never do give a damn, and I love how it is&amp;nbsp;Paris everywhere we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:69343</id>
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    <title>Look at you you're growing old so young.</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T15:51:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T15:51:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I wish you would wake me up while I sleepwalk, so I could kill you and get away with it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:69061</id>
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    <title>Never thought the end would be so near.</title>
    <published>2007-06-17T10:18:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-17T10:23:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Because&amp;nbsp;he's all worth it, and much more.&amp;nbsp;Rock for good, Rock for Wayne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click for a beautiful song and all that you need to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=47443214"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/rockforwayne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>This is not a love song</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T14:02:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T14:10:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;We three, alcohol and beach chairs. Called the beach our own, swam under the&amp;nbsp;stars, swam in each other's kisses.&lt;br /&gt;With you, I remember how it&amp;nbsp;smelt and felt.&amp;nbsp;The nicotine in your breath intertwined with wisps of your cologne, an exhilarating concoction.&amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;between waves you outlined my body with your manly palm, and we melted into each other and the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived my fantasy, only to have it better than imagined.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:68604</id>
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    <title>Because i get bored sometimes too.</title>
    <published>2007-05-02T17:39:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-02T17:46:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="What's My Temperament?"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" width="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You possess a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperament Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;JiaTao - www.fishytank.net says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="2"&gt;JiaTao - www.fishytank.net says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="2"&gt;JiaTao - www.fishytank.net says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;its like ultra accurate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>egredi @ 2007-05-01T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T06:14:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T06:18:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Verdammt! Meine Kamera ist kaputt.&amp;nbsp; ):</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:egredi:68002</id>
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    <title>stormy LRT day</title>
    <published>2007-04-23T02:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-23T02:36:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/2006-04-10166.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>ctrlALTdel</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T10:50:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T11:09:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Songs that make you dream of many faraway things; wrench your heart inexplicably;&amp;nbsp;set ablaze that latent desire to abandon and take off; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love.</content>
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    <title>Know Thy Neighbour (not)</title>
    <published>2007-04-15T12:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-15T12:22:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/2005-11-10093blog.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Better late than never.</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T15:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T15:21:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong; I admire myself for being technologically illiterate. but this is really making me feel quite dumb cos AFTER THREE DARN YEARS OR MORE OH PLEASE DON'T LET&amp;nbsp;IT BE MORE&amp;nbsp;I JUST REALISED - I SHALL NOTE THE DATE AND TIME OF THIS GROUNDBREAKING&amp;nbsp;MOMENT&amp;nbsp;AND NEVER FORGET IT - THAT MY LAPTOP BATTERY MAY BE DETACHED. woohoorahrahyahbahdeedoodagahfeefalalaaaaaaahahahhahahhahahaaahahahaaahohomofo.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ray, a drop of Golden Sun</title>
    <published>2007-04-06T17:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T06:52:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;jie sheng was being&amp;nbsp;all angsty over lunch over certain external&amp;nbsp;interferences&amp;nbsp;of his free will, so he no longer bothered about his image and spewed profanities while i - who coincidentally had been working on an essay on liberty - listened to his woes with considerable calm. we began a string of skipping routines during our after-lunch walk; he challenged me to skip my way out of business school&amp;nbsp;(he doesn't know me well enough to know i'll gamely and retardedly accept it) and i challenged him to join me.&amp;nbsp;he sniggered saying that while i'd look very natural doing it, others will just think him a freak. and since he was&amp;nbsp;disgruntled he couldn't skip cos skipping is what happy people do. i said heck the world and you don't have to be happy to skip you can skip to &lt;em&gt;make yourself happier&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;so we skipped anyway. variations are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a demonstration of skipping while feeling misanthropical; the result&amp;nbsp;was the combination of a stoned face and&amp;nbsp;robotic half-skip, half-shuffling, that ultimately got us bursting out&amp;nbsp;in laughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp;childlike, sprightly skipping; jie sheng gave an anxious caution about approaching strangers and stopped abruptly. result = happiness and more laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) sound of music-esque skipping while singing Do Re Mi; i was inspired by his exclamation that only Julie Andrews would skip around the way I did like no one's business. he joined in eventually hahahahaha. result = MORE laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion: skipping is a happy sunshiney thing! later in the evening i&amp;nbsp;recounted all these to wenhui my study buddy during our after-dinner walk, and recalled how, as a child, i found walking too slow and&amp;nbsp;boring,&amp;nbsp;so i skipped my way everywhere, so much so that my mum had to beg me to stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of philosophizing&amp;nbsp;in the library&amp;nbsp;i decided to draw a block of cheese for wenhui's mouse, because it couldn't stop squeaking in his laptop bag during&amp;nbsp;our walk and i figured it was famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC00533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC00532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says i'm a crazy girl, in a good crazy way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Unreel</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T17:08:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T17:10:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nights I've spent thinking, &lt;br /&gt;how nice you are to me, &lt;br /&gt;how nice if you weren't hers.</content>
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    <title>23rd jan: sushi don @ funan with the Backseat Girls + rebekah</title>
    <published>2007-03-02T18:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-23T02:26:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="right"&gt;it was meant to be a surprise birthday celebration for rebekah, our mentor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC00027.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ali ven fel - they dug for gold as they turned desperate to get rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03304.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03299.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;she ate, and ate... and ate. SO MUCH FOR GOING ON A DIET, salehaba!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating the birthday cake:&lt;br /&gt;sa: hmmmmm, this cake is so nice! [reaches out for the remainder on the tray, slicing off a small piece and transfers it onto her plate]&lt;br /&gt;me: AIYO SA. don't pretend please. just take the WHOLE THING.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;sa: no la, i don't want, i don't want.&lt;br /&gt;me: DON'T LIE. [dumps whatever remains on the tray onto her plate]&lt;br /&gt;sa: [digs into the piece that i just dumped, speaks amidst mouthful after mouthful of cake] aiya i told you i don't want already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed and pelted her with YA RIGHTs. this girl ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03309.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and all night long fel took unglam pictures of me stuffing food into my mouth and doing some mean chewing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03298.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE FRUITS. they give you great smiles (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03310.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;another successful birthday SURPRISE! woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03316.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sa me rebs jess. shot #1. then fel said, "okay! change pose."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/samerebsjess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot #2. hahahhahahahahahhahahahhahhaa&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass demonstration of jess's heavy-headedness (she likes to tilt her head to one side and ask, "got miss me or nooooot?". and when she laughs, her head will land on the shoulder of the person beside her without fail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how they have such labels on the conveyor belt sushi plates and if you want the food you gotta order them? one of us exclaimed, "woo, i want the soft shell crab!", and jess almost immediately reached out for the plate. she realised her own mistake soon enough to not let it actually land on our table but a tad too late to prevent us from laughing at her (as usual). hahahhaha ever&amp;nbsp;my blurest and cutest baby. she is the source of our many jokes, but we love her nonetheless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/DSC03320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first sa-and-me-only&amp;nbsp;shot, if i'm not wrong. we also only recently added each other on msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/HELLOstopkillingmyphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel and i are so glad that the group's still tight, despite our initial predictions.&amp;nbsp;as barney would sing, &lt;em&gt;we are happy family&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>19th feb: Shodown @ MOS</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T18:12:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T18:33:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jessie baby was having a mahjong lesson and momo had to study for medicine so i tagged along with zhijian and his friends and his friends' friends. and among them was daphne, who happens to be alison's schoolmate in perth. she's&amp;nbsp;funky and pretty&amp;nbsp;yet motherly too! haha it's absolutely adorable, how she was nagging at the rest of us to study well while we were on the dancefloor (YES she did). and she has all these little cute groovy moves ooooh i'm so in love with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/MOSedited.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;met talib and his friends. sam (extreme right) is some ambassador of whosgoing.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/MOS.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xuena's collage i love how the colourful lights tinted us differently!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/mos.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;talib and i remet on the dancefloor and he took a shot with his phone that he thought he took sneakily but I KNEW.&lt;br /&gt;so here we are: an (momentarily) angry daph, a blurred me, and a blur zhijian.</content>
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    <title>Greg Pattillo leaves me feeling breathless.</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T14:37:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T14:37:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=59ZX5qdIEB0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=59ZX5qdIEB0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this man must have big big lungs for that big big talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>egredi @ 2007-02-21T01:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T18:10:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T18:12:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fysh and i talked on the phone earlier on and we marvelled at how long we've actually known each other. SIX YEARS! i swear it doesn't feel like it at all. so if you want a&amp;nbsp;survivor friendship that stays fresh while lasting forever, you gotta follow our template: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk &lt;br /&gt;chill out &lt;br /&gt;do trixxy stuff together &lt;br /&gt;MIA &lt;br /&gt;talk &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;MIAMIA MIA MIA MIAMIAMIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;talk &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp; MIAMIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp;MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA&amp;nbsp; MIA talk MIA MIAMIA&amp;nbsp; MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA chill out MIA MIA MIA&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;MIAMIA&amp;nbsp; MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA talk MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA kekeke MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA talk MIA hurhur MIA &lt;br /&gt;talk &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;MIA &lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA &lt;br /&gt;chill out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in no time we figured we'll be in some nursing home together with creaky bones and wrinkly skin trixxing other old folks :D</content>
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    <title>Angels cry when stars collide.</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T17:29:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-20T15:27:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the red jumpsuit apparatus - angels cry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;There &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; times I caught myself wishing I could trust and love you, boy. It would make things so much easier for us. You make me feel I'm some convenient - even so, beautiful, i hope - distraction&amp;nbsp;you can use at your fancy, and I hate you for that. Though I can't help&amp;nbsp;but feel you may perhaps feel the same way about me, but you made the first fucking cut even if you are&amp;nbsp;all that&amp;nbsp;oblivious to it, and that always serves as a good justification for any subtle attempts I suspect I've made to get back at you. I finally told someone about my deepest thoughts about you, and he says you're not a keeper (now that's some wordplay there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right where we are now, I am definite I wouldn't want it any other way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>this reminds me of stephen king's IT.</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T15:13:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T16:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so i was doing my research on ads and this is what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/EEYER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THIS IS NOT DISTURBING I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS, OKAY. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>egredi @ 2007-02-06T21:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-06T14:29:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T15:50:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;had one of the usual Tuesday lunches at engine canteen with willy and his friend kevin and other random friends. friendship - thanks matt! - buys you shorter queuing time at the renowned indon food stall and boy, the grilled chicken rice is really quite hmmmmmm sedap. after lunch kevin unwittingly revealed that willy is attached (and has been since christmas - or earlier) and i went hysterical over his not telling me. so I gasped and laughed simultaneously till i got flushed, while&amp;nbsp;willy&amp;nbsp;smiled and blushed and hushed (me) cos i was making so much noise in the library hahah and kev just watched on helplessly. "cos you didn't ask, if you ask i surely tell you one" remained willy's defense statement throughout. so anyway i got to know everything and he showed me pictures which were hidden in the&lt;em&gt; tutorials&lt;/em&gt; folder in the &lt;em&gt;math module&lt;/em&gt; folder in the&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;NUS stuffs &lt;/em&gt;folder in the &lt;em&gt;My Documents &lt;/em&gt;folder. hahahah. i'm so happy for him,&amp;nbsp;i couldn't stop telling him that while giving him pats on the back. okay i admit i &lt;em&gt;obtained this picture without permision &lt;/em&gt;(rather than using the blatant 5-letter S word) but it's just so damn sweet and i couldn't help it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/sosweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kev has&amp;nbsp;this straight stony pragmatic engineer's&amp;nbsp;sense of humour, and we had a couple of rather funny dialogues that went as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;(we were having a discussion about a couple of&amp;nbsp;very made-up girls&amp;nbsp;a few tables away from us in the canteen. we generally disapprove of girls who cake their faces with make-up. I do, very. I mean, look girls, we've got youth, we don't need make-up. and by the way good make-up&amp;nbsp;is moderately applied and very much invisible&amp;nbsp;ie. you should still look sweet and natural&amp;nbsp;even with&amp;nbsp;all that petroleum you smear on your face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a short silence after our discussion...&lt;br /&gt;kev: hmmm..&amp;nbsp;why&amp;nbsp;do girls who put make-up always stick together ah? i think they use their make-up to&amp;nbsp;make friends.&amp;nbsp;(mimics bimbotic female voice) &lt;em&gt;oh hi!! you put make-up? ooh, me too! let's be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;kev (talking to willy): hmm ya, I'm having my MNO (a business management module) lesson mah.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh you take MNO too? i can't wait to s/u (an option you make for a module so that the final grade appears only as satisfactory/unsatisfactory and will not be&amp;nbsp;taken into consideration in&amp;nbsp;your final average) it.&lt;br /&gt;kev: why! it's quite okay what. quite easy to manage and score.&lt;br /&gt;me: ya it is. but i just don't like it. there's nothing quite wrong with it, but i just.. (with the aid of gestures) don't &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;it you know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;kev (slightly astounded): woah. are all arts students &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like that? they make decisions with their (dramatically) &lt;em&gt;feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>and we don't care about our own faults</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T18:37:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T16:49:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Peter Bjorn &amp; John - young folks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;during one of our crazy group discussions on friday wah chuan and donny exclaimed about my minimalistic&amp;nbsp;16x5x1.5cm pencil case. having justified his stance by violently shaking&amp;nbsp;it and proving that the clanks produced were&amp;nbsp;barely strident enough,&amp;nbsp;wc spoke&amp;nbsp;incriminatingly&amp;nbsp;of my not offering&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;very minimal contents adequate&amp;nbsp;space to breathe.&amp;nbsp;i insist on the idea of cosiness instead of suffocation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/Picture0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/cherrr/pencilcase.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew just sent me this song and if you're an indie freak&amp;nbsp;too you&amp;nbsp;HAVE TO&amp;nbsp;check it out. music vid available (but what's not) on youtube!&amp;nbsp;always heartwarming to know that others think of sharing good music with&amp;nbsp;me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says it's sunny and white and cold all at once over there;&amp;nbsp;I wish i could wake up to such a wonder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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