<?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-5546804</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:28:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogged`Up... Can't see the world but I like it this way</title><subtitle type='html'>Blithe*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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>706</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-4807307042687523796</id><published>2007-10-05T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:49:31.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have an immense craving for soup based noodles; fish head bee hoon, sliced fish bee hoon, ban mian and kuey teow noodle soup.How the hell am I supposed to get all these here!!!!!!!!!Do you think there's a recipe online to cook the above mentioned? I told Kenny he doesn't need to spend heaps of money for my birthday dinner.. all he needs to do is just to cook me copious amounts of soup based </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/4807307042687523796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/4807307042687523796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-immense-craving-for-soup-based.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-548616755545987319</id><published>2007-08-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:24:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look which cutie pie wandered into my backyard on a cold Saturday night... A yellow lab!! Just like Orange! I miss my dog :( I want to kidnap this puppy foreverrrrrrr. SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are pictures of me playing with him but because I look damn disgusting, it shall not be placed here for public viewing. So instead, you get these pictures of him standing out in the cold because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/548616755545987319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/548616755545987319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-which-cutie-pie-wandered-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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://bp1.blogger.com/_z9yLgiU0JtQ/Rr9BZ5D1wbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZW46oCS1UiI/s72-c/Char+Char+Bull+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-5153126323764982250</id><published>2007-08-08T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:03:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so everyone knows, Gwen Stefani is fucking fucking amazing.Mar, it's going to be worth all the money you paid for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/5153126323764982250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/5153126323764982250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-so-everyone-knows-gwen-stefani-is.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-9028390431103851603</id><published>2007-07-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:34:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OWLS: FACT VS FICTIONKenny: Owls can turn their head 360 degrees, you know? Not many people know that.Me: Huh? No la.. How can? That's like animal version of The Exorcist.K: Really! I swear it's true.Me: I'm going to Google it. I don't believe you.Conclusion: The above italicised statement is a myth.According to Wikipedia,"Owls are far-sighted, and are unable to clearly see anything within a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/9028390431103851603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/9028390431103851603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/07/owls-fact-vs-fiction-kenny-owls-can.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-3475989971605739671</id><published>2007-07-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:34:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this out. I am not a fan of small dogs, especially Chihuahuas, but this particular one looks somewhat cute.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/3475989971605739671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/3475989971605739671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/07/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-797150760153442308</id><published>2007-05-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:56:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how to resize and my own tagboard doesn't allow me to tag after installing mcafee. pffttt But anyway, M. Office 2007 is too cool for me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/797150760153442308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/797150760153442308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-know-how-to-resize-and-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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://bp0.blogger.com/_z9yLgiU0JtQ/RlRj3h-c-3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/oh8rUP6b37I/s72-c/2007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-8380443139437702550</id><published>2007-04-29T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:50:53.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I typed and deleted, typed and deleted, typed and deleted, typed some more and deleted it again.Blogging has been nothing but a fad. (ie, I'm getting sick of it and thats why I can't find something substantial to write) So is Friendster, Facebook or whatever the fuck people have been coming up with lately. I think I am getting too old to keep up with such things. Afterall, when we look back in 10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/8380443139437702550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/8380443139437702550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-typed-and-deleted-typed-and-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-3920349811951733669</id><published>2007-04-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:20:36.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kenny to SIA guy over the phone:"May I know if the aisle seat is next to the aisle?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/3920349811951733669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/3920349811951733669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/04/kenny-to-sia-guy-over-phone-may-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-1883991570065200234</id><published>2007-04-15T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T04:49:42.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, Richard Roll!Why do you have to stress me out so much?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/1883991570065200234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/1883991570065200234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-richard-roll-why-do-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-763763590332967693</id><published>2007-04-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:46:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE. The whole mathematical jargon is the worst I've ever seen.You gotta give this guy credit for his creativity. I'd never be able to come up with something like this. And just to add, Physics sucks balls.Wtf is the question asking for? My biology knowledge ended since I was 16. But anyhow, ahhahahaha!!I'm surprised how this guy can spell "aesthetically" correctly and yet, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/763763590332967693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/763763590332967693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-personal-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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://bp3.blogger.com/_z9yLgiU0JtQ/RhJn4NnLKTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x-nJKBiRdcc/s72-c/math2.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-7851981838581611737</id><published>2007-04-02T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:39:16.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My neighbour is a cheating bastard! (Hereon known as CB. Hmm.. how apt!) He cheated when his girlfriend was away for a couple of days. B A S T A R D!Well, his girlfriend was speaking so loudly even with the french doors closed.. so it would be pretty hard not to hear their conversation. Especially when I was hanging clothes outside to dry.CB has a very very high testosterone level. Believe me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/7851981838581611737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/7851981838581611737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-neighbour-is-cheating-bastard-hereon.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-7855104094982309784</id><published>2007-03-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:50:45.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We thought we'd try Indian food since it's the only cuisine that we can't cook to perfection at Hampden Road. It was okay, but given the pricing and the portion, I doubt it's going to be our new haunt. Frankly speaking, I've had better Indian food in Tanjong Pagar. But what the hell, it's all for the experience!The new-and-improved Bak Kut Teh!! It tasted sooooo damn fucking good I could even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/7855104094982309784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/7855104094982309784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-thought-wed-try-indian-food-since.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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://bp0.blogger.com/_z9yLgiU0JtQ/RgKFTy3NRUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sUYKpaS3eSY/s72-c/1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-9131327408665151647</id><published>2007-03-21T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T02:45:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It really is damn fucking gay to be up so late doing uni related shizz. Of course this is permissible if it's two weeks before finals/midsems. BUT, it's only week four! FOUR.Which reminds me, midsems aren't exactly thaaatt far away. 3 weeks odd I suppose. So, it isn't that gay afterall, to be doing tutorials up till 3ish in the morning, right?Like to share something I discovered today. Well, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/9131327408665151647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/9131327408665151647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-really-is-damn-fucking-gay-to-be-up.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-3501245788977459208</id><published>2007-03-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:47:58.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went crabbing 2 days in a row! Tom WILL make the worst tour guide &amp; driver everrr. Anyway, it was superbly fun and I'm glad I finally did something out of the norm (read: shop). HAHA!DAY ONEBecky, Catherine, Daph and I, all set and ready to go. In the dodgiest looking van ever. It was about as old as I am. Tom being annoying, AS USUAL, said this. "Becky, from America, Catherine from Scotland. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/3501245788977459208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/3501245788977459208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-went-crabbing-2-days-in-row-tom-will.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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://bp2.blogger.com/_z9yLgiU0JtQ/RemKCEHjTKI/AAAAAAAAACE/JjY1fz1-zzI/s72-c/Summer+07+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-117147043572747002</id><published>2007-02-15T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:31:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one seems to be able to understand my extreme fear of lizards. My dad flung the bottle of insecticide (it was a small one) towards my direction when I screamed upon seeing one of the two fuckshits drop on the floor. He said I was very "unsteady" and it was already 1130pm, "the neighbours need to sleep". I forgive him because Daddy's still the hero.So you see, a couple of days back, some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/117147043572747002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/117147043572747002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-one-seems-to-be-able-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-117039686547431455</id><published>2007-02-02T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:46:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom has been dropping a few names during dinner time that I don't remember.First, it was some girl named Kimberly. She was supposedly my grandma's someone's granddaughter. And my grandma's someone passed away recently which was why my mom brought up her name.Here's the freaky bit; this Kimberly girl wanted to come over to my place to play (yeah I geddit, I have a nice big garden and my friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/117039686547431455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/117039686547431455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-mom-has-been-dropping-few-names.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-117005046881110906</id><published>2007-01-29T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:01:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so sorry for myself.Since the minute I arrived, I've used about 4 packets of tissue (read: 40 pieces of tissue), of which, 2 were from unknown sources. But now's not the time to let my OCD get the better of me. I hate my sinus. Which reminds me.. I've never seen anyone vacuum this place EVER.Fuck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/117005046881110906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/117005046881110906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-so-sorry-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116971479588000948</id><published>2007-01-25T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:46:35.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disclaimer: This is in no way discriminating any race.A says:and everytime he uses the visualizer, when he put in his hand in to write something, the screen that we all look at will be blur (ie, cannot see a single shit)...........you know why?????B says:he nv focus!B says:ohhhhhhhhB says:he smudge the ink ahA says:nocoz his hand is too too too too black, and so the visualiser will focus all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116971479588000948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116971479588000948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/01/disclaimer-this-is-in-no-way.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116848057619259896</id><published>2007-01-11T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:07:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Monogamy breaks your fucking heart."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116848057619259896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116848057619259896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/01/monogamy-breaks-your-fucking-heart_11.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116763895066197377</id><published>2007-01-01T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:09:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How eventful was 2006? This is my December in a nutshell.See, I wanted to spend 06/07 at this really cool chillout place with my bestest friend in the entire universe and Kenny of course. But those cunning people decided to charge a really ridiculous price of $48+++ for only 2 housepours so guess where did we usher in the new year?In the car. And of all times, I had to have my bitchfit there and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116763895066197377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116763895066197377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-eventful-was-2006-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116602445098920926</id><published>2006-12-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:40:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets see if I really suffer from verbal constipation..Anyway, like you don't already know, I am back in Singapore, had most of my food cravings, lost (apparently) some weight but gained it all back. No thanks to snacking in the office. Oh.. and I've also taken out another wisdom tooth. Which was pure torture.In short, lemme summarise what I've done since then.*Been to Melbourne and had one of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116602445098920926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116602445098920926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-see-if-i-really-suffer-from.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116388328908584919</id><published>2006-11-19T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:29:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.. the pictures took almost a trillion years to upload! But anyway, like I've said, it was up to Ellie's somewhere near Darlington. It was the most gorgeous gorgeous sight ever, even if the landscaping was only half done by her dad. It was a pity that the sheeps her dad ordered hasn't arrived cos it's gonna be about 50 of them, all with embryos injected in them. That only means one thing, baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116388328908584919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116388328908584919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116375038391599475</id><published>2006-11-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:02:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is physically impossible to concentrate during an exam and not to mention, mentally disturbing, when you have planes flying above your head every few minutes. No.. not the ordinary commercial aircrafts or the occasional fighter jets that fly too low. I'm talking about Formula 1, in the sky that is. It's some Red Bull sponsered (?) competition.Well, bad timing. Exams/competition. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116375038391599475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116375038391599475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-physically-impossible-to.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116352940243380638</id><published>2006-11-15T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:43.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The one on being a pussyOkay, so maybe I'm starting to feel the jealousy creeping in. But after spending half my life living in denial, I will not conform!!!Block.out.evil.thoughts.Block.out.evil.thoughts.Block.out.evil.thoughts.Exams are such a biatch. I cross my heart on that. It's taking too damn long to end and this is by far the draggiest semester. What with feeling stupid all the time and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116352940243380638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116352940243380638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-on-being-pussy-okay-so-maybe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116288071348316481</id><published>2006-11-07T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:45:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But I just have to say this:I slept at six-thirty am and missed the early postman because I only woke up at oneplus. Was about to hang the laundry outside to dry when I discovered this huge parcel outside my door. I was beyond ecstatic because lets face it, birthdays spent in Perth have never been smashing. Birthday presents given to me didn't have much meaning, SG vouchers blah blah blah. I hate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116288071348316481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116288071348316481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/11/but-i-just-have-to-say-this-i-slept-at.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116170131632372371</id><published>2006-10-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:51:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going on a hiatus. Things just get stale after awhile. Whichever, whatever.Start to breathe and fake a smileIt's all the same after a while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116170131632372371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116170131632372371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116139961279958328</id><published>2006-10-21T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:00:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather is HOT beyond belief!!!!! This morning, I woke up feeling like I was stuck in a sauna. That was at 7am. I rolled down the blinds and placed my pillow at the end of my bed so my face wasn't in the sunlight. I tossed and turned all the way from 9-1030 and then it finally got so damn freakin hot that I was forced to wake up to do laundry.And what.. it's not even close to Summer?!?!In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116139961279958328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116139961279958328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/weather-is-hot-beyond-belief-this.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116111215116455817</id><published>2006-10-18T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:09:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would you believe me if I told you that I spent 6 hours (+/-) in front of the teevee playing Crash Bandicoot?Yeah.. I thought so too.It's amazing (and addictive), I swear. I never got past the Road to Nowhere because SOMEONE refused to listen to my advice and ran the bandicoot straight into the bull. Now the effort's gone to waste because the password only entitles us to start from Temple Ruins. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116111215116455817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116111215116455817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/would-you-believe-me-if-i-told-you.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116075481549617484</id><published>2006-10-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:53:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past few days have seen me sending countless emails and making an equal number of phonecalls to Singapore, and when I get directed to the voicemail, I get all panicky. But after knowing the outcome, I feel more at ease.Look at what I received on Thursday! I feel so important all of a sudden. Haha!In less interesting news, my exams start in less than a month. SWOT Vac will be the final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116075481549617484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116075481549617484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-few-days-have-seen-me-sending.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116038822492160989</id><published>2006-10-09T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:18:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ching, as promised. This is what you've missed out on (or not). I found the Chinese Garden theme rather weird. But whatever. Welcome to Murdoch Uni on a fine Sunday arvo.Jonathan being all cheesy. Haha!Ching, I swear I killed my legs walking to this place.What's this metal thing for?Neer being silly with my sunnies.Oh what a cute little pupsy! He actually looks like a little bear. I wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116038822492160989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116038822492160989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/ching-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116021548575413094</id><published>2006-10-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:04:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parcel finally arrived! Thanks, Phua!Then it was Spring Feast where the food was overpriced but we managed to get ourselves some near-to-perfection chweekueh. Or at least in my opinion.This is the cute puppy, Max. It reminds me of Nat's dog, Snowball.Today, we got lost trying to find our way to Wembley. But as you can see, we got there in the end. I took a couple of video shots but being the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116021548575413094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116021548575413094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-parcel-finally-arrived-thanks-phua.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116016141475801931</id><published>2006-10-07T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:03:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wassup with the haze back at home? All I smell now is sweet sweet air. Mmmm hmmm! x)Was at Billy Lee's for dinner which sucked because they were so busy that we had to wait up till an hour before our food arrived. Like I always say, being busy is no excuse for bad service. Horrible people!Anyway, this Hongkie waiter was trying to promote (con, in my humble opinion) the jelly mooncakes to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116016141475801931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116016141475801931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/wassup-with-haze-back-at-home-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-116007875153986375</id><published>2006-10-06T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:05:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more Chinese assignment and I swear I will BLOW UP MY OWN HEAD.I know my last minute nonsense really doesn't get me anywhere but wth!? Daph, I really don't know how you finish it so quickly while I'm still stuck here writing nonsensical rubbish at this hour. I applaud you. You are the real Chinese shen.There you have it, ladies and gentlement; the real deal between River Valley students and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116007875153986375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/116007875153986375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more-chinese-assignment-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115979241976791200</id><published>2006-10-02T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:33:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On his bulging tummy;Kenny: When I become a millionaire at  35, I'll go for liposuction.On our lecturer;Kenny: Big cock, bad lecturer.-_-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115979241976791200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115979241976791200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-his-bulging-tummy-kenny-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115961047691968060</id><published>2006-09-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:01:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday saw us at Ruby Room after a rather impromptu invitation from Kenny. The crowd seriously sucked. What's with uncle&amp;aunty AhBaos/AhWis making out. Damn gross, damn smelly.Then there was this sleazy scumbag uncle trying to hook up with a skanky looking aunty. They were seriously grinding each other and the uncle did this stupid move where his face landed 5cm away from her downthere. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115961047691968060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115961047691968060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-saw-us-at-ruby-room-after.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115950795478056290</id><published>2006-09-29T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:34:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It doesn't judge and it gives you your own space but will always be there when you call its name.It doesn't speak so you can do a monologue without looking stupid.It makes me happy.We can share a bed and it's big enough to keep me warm. Who needs boys.Sometimes, a human-canine relationship works better.The 29degcelcius weather is too good to be staying at home reading up on accounting.Maybe later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115950795478056290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115950795478056290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-doesnt-judge-and-it-gives-you-your.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115945442934440479</id><published>2006-09-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:40:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B.P vs BonoOkay. The source of the news came from Kenny's GP teacher. GP teachers are supposed to tell the truth right?The story line goes something like, B.P wanted to invite Bono over to CJC because "he's his uncle" but he rejected the offer cos he didn't want to come over to Asia.Anyway, I'm also rather skeptical la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115945442934440479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115945442934440479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/b.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115911748768595061</id><published>2006-09-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:04:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You won't believe this shitz I'm about to say but,Brother Paul is the nephew of Bono from U2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115911748768595061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115911748768595061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-wont-believe-this-shitz-im-about.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115911284370570840</id><published>2006-09-24T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:47:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stepped on a ball-ly worm while bringing the clothes in at night. Barefooted.Kenny says I should wash my feet in case I develop ringworms on my feet. Right.Tomorrow, I purchase yet another copy of Famous, and then proceed to cry when I come home.Perth is seriously getting more boring by the day but on the contrary, Unit 4/224 seems to be able to bring about much excitement. So darn glad I moved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115911284370570840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115911284370570840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-stepped-on-ball-ly-worm-while_24.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115875255950226622</id><published>2006-09-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:42:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Corporate Accounting has got to be the most analistic subject in the entire world, everrrrrrrrr... okay. I'm exaggerating cos come next semester, I'm 101% sure I'll be ranting on a new unit.We've been sitting at this dining table for days and days because the damned Balance Sheet cannot balance. I'm pretty sure the next time Daphne comes down to grab a bite, we'll be skeletons covered in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115875255950226622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115875255950226622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/corporate-accounting-has-got-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115823488722176770</id><published>2006-09-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:54:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think its time to stop pretending like you're the innocent victim in this game. I'm fucking sick of being portrayed as the bully. What bully?! Do I really look like a monster to everyone?Gosh.. it's fine to bitch about me and exclude me in all your girly activities even before we even set foot on this continent. I don't give two hoots about that.Just don't fucking pretend that you're a-okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115823488722176770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115823488722176770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-its-time-to-stop-pretending.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115817215952741434</id><published>2006-09-14T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:29:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope someone from 4 St. Anne reads this, apart from Swan.Was just Friendster surfing (yes, I know, I know..) and came across the profiles of my secondary school friends. Then I had this flashback of the days when Qianyi and I used to throw eraser shavings and staplets on this girl's hair in class. Gosh.. I can't even remember her name. The few of us, namely, Swan, Tiffy, Cheoky, Qianyi and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115817215952741434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115817215952741434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hope-someone-from-4-st.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115788222169053633</id><published>2006-09-10T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:55:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting rather comfortable with the idea of driving alone nowadays.Well, I'm confess that I'm quite THE road hazzard. There were a couple of times when I came this close to getting into a car accident because I didn't stay in my own lane when turning.. you know.. stuff like that.So yesterday, I wanted time alone and drove myself to Subiaco and was panicking half the time because my safety </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115788222169053633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115788222169053633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-getting-rather-comfortable-with.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115762558083907271</id><published>2006-09-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:41:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unless you've been living under a rock, you would have known by now that this babygirl exists, and is about the cutest celebrity baby I've seen, apart from Gwen's little boy, Kingston. She does look older than 5 months plus but what the heck.. with thick black hair like hers, she's gorgeous!I ♥ cute ang moh kids!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115762558083907271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115762558083907271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/unless-youve-been-living-under-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115736797698344841</id><published>2006-09-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:06:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a thought, why does everyone associate the stench in the bus with secondary school kids? I've had several personal encounters with those morons and yep.. they look like your typical 13-16 year old wannabe idiots. But, WHY DO THEY SMELL SO BAD? It's even worse when they raise their hands to hold on to the handrails, exposing their salty armpits. Some even have bad breath. Gross.My sister said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115736797698344841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115736797698344841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-thought-why-does-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115736357614892041</id><published>2006-09-04T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:05:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have we all lost our innocence?I had flashbacks of the stupid days back in JC. Ulynn and I sitting outside her class+the early morning pranks we pulled on a certain Mister, the retarded year 1 fool who took a swim in the pond, how mass pe always made me feel like crapping, the volleyball days (mar, I remembered you playing quite like a pro. Haha!). This is weird, but I remembered Grace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115736357614892041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115736357614892041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-we-all-lost-our-innocence-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115687402450518261</id><published>2006-08-30T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:53:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even the word "boredom" can't fully express how I feel right now. I'm just... sian.I taste bile juice when I think about my schedule for next week. Mofo insane!When I think about how the rest of the ppl in Australia get a 2 week Spring break and we only get O.N.E, I feel sian. Where's the justice!!When I think about how Ulynn, Lyn, Deb and Charlene are all going to be in Sydney for the break, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115687402450518261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115687402450518261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/even-word-boredom-cant-fully-express.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115669410840070976</id><published>2006-08-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:55:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People talk about you for a few days. All they can say is how sorry they feel for you. But after you're really gone, they act like you've never existed in their lives.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115669410840070976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115669410840070976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-talk-about-you-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115624223850667121</id><published>2006-08-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:23:58.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hum ji loser.Anyway, I reckon Reubs' says the funniest thing at the most appropriate time. WHO KILLED CHEV!? But in anycase, I still ♥ you both. I apologise for the lack of time management when I was back but will promise to make time for you gayboys once I've more or less met up with my girls. (PS: It won't take forever.) My circle of best girls have shrunk but I'm not complaining because a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115624223850667121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115624223850667121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/hum-ji-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115597857737783595</id><published>2006-08-19T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:09:37.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're having our house warming party later on tonight!!! Anyway, Daphne was too freaked out to help take the shit outta the prawns and cutting the chicken was too much for her to take.. so I told her to dump the rubbish outside. This is the exciting part.. she ran back in saying someone was trying to steal a car!! I mean how often do you see people trying to break into a car? Like never, right?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115597857737783595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115597857737783595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-having-our-house-warming-party.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115575225296638725</id><published>2006-08-17T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:17:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's playing such a sick joke on me right now.Everyday, I wake up only to find myself crawling back under the covers. I don't find school challenging anymore. Sometimes, you just wanna give up, pack your books and do your own thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115575225296638725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115575225296638725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-playing-such-sick-joke-on-me_17.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115549591020003710</id><published>2006-08-14T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T03:05:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look what I got in the (e)mail this time round. "Dear Students,            I hope this email finds you all well and settling into Company Accounting. So far, and I see no reason for this not to continue, I have been impressed with you guys, and appreciate the obvious effort you are putting into the topic. We have had a fairly theoretical three weeks, and whilst I am not prepared to say things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115549591020003710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115549591020003710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-what-i-got-in-email-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115529055255784312</id><published>2006-08-11T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:02:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PS: Lyn, I saw some new stuff in Sportsgirl that I thought you'd like. Very you and very me. I was on my way to Video Ezy when I drove past SG and I was like, "I need to go in and check it out. The new stuffs are in!".Go see go see! I'm damn happy now and since today is late night shopping, you know what that means.LOVE YOU, HUN! (No matter how warped/fried/messedup/curly your brain is).PPS: I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115529055255784312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115529055255784312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/ps-lyn-i-saw-some-new-stuff-in.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115511094590578477</id><published>2006-08-09T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:09:05.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In order to save my own head..........Yesterday was our anniversary, so cheers to that! And to Kenny: there's still tiramisu in my fridge-ALL THE HARD WORK, PAIN AND LURRVVVVEEEE all in that container alright!Show some love y'all!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115511094590578477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115511094590578477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-order-to-save-my-own-head.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115510750203033892</id><published>2006-08-09T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:11:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Keanu Reeves lookalike spoke to me for the first time today. x))))))))))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115510750203033892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115510750203033892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-keanu-reeves-lookalike-spoke-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115467844023676390</id><published>2006-08-04T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:14:26.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Edit:There's a guy in my tute class who looks like the much younger version of Keanu Reeves. His name is Andrew and he is damn friggin hot! Over the short span of 45 mins, I found out that he is doing a very uncool degree; Agricultural Science/Commerce, this is probably his last sem/2nd last sem which means he has spent TEN semesters in Uni, and erm.. he's really bloody hot. I don't mean to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115467844023676390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115467844023676390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/edit-theres-guy-in-my-tute-class-who.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115446067569311973</id><published>2006-08-02T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T03:31:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sis just told me that my handphone bill amounted to about $600 while I was in the states and HongKong. My dad's in Indonesia and won't be back till Thursday evening (which is the stipulated time that I have my weekly conversation with the family). I hope he still remembers that I've paid him $300 bucks in advance.Never been afraid to call home and speak to my dad (or mom). Well, until now that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115446067569311973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115446067569311973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-sis-just-told-me-that-my-handphone.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115444920629534639</id><published>2006-08-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:20:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been deprived of the internet for close to 2 weeks due to the inefficient workers here. But that doesn't matter. Aside from catching up with gossips, I'm glad I managed to hear some good news in months.Ching, I'm so damn DAMN proud of you. I kinda guessed that SMU wouldn't be It for you and I was right. Was told to read your post and it honestly hurt to see you reject that offer you've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115444920629534639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115444920629534639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-deprived-of-internet-for.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115306508103323868</id><published>2006-07-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:50:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once in a while, Blogger decides to be uncooperative and doesn't allow me to post pictures. It's really very troublesome to put pictures up so I've decided to be really selective and here you go. The pictures that deserve mentioning!#1. I got mad at Kenny last week and he surprised me with this hugeass bouquet of lilies that must have cost him a bomb. I got even madder by his act of sweetness. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115306508103323868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115306508103323868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-in-while-blogger-decides-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115289918091951613</id><published>2006-07-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:48:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So K and I were trying to be all romantic (hahaha!!!) tonight by chilling at the playground near my place. Cleverly chose the stone bench directly under some tree infested with bats. As usual, one would never think he can be that suay. But you know, shit happens and I literally mean SHIT HAPPENS. One glob of yellow gunk landed on his left thigh shortly after.He could only comfort himself by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115289918091951613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115289918091951613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-k-and-i-were-trying-to-be-all.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115255057202766088</id><published>2006-07-11T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:00:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a last note:Everyone gets sick of trying too hard. I'm guilty of that. No one understands how annoying it is when you get people making empty promises saying "eh! meet up when you get back ok? must meet up. die die must meet up".Truckload of bullshit.To everyone who thought I've MIA-ed since coming back from Australia and before leaving for the states, I did it for a good reason. I didn't see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115255057202766088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115255057202766088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-last-note-everyone-gets-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115254946741189815</id><published>2006-07-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:37:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some of the 400 odd photos I took. I'm a selfish prick so I'm not gonna post alot of the beautiful Las Vegas pictures I took. In fact, there's only one picture of The Strip available. Not like anyone really cares anyway.I'm in a major foul mood because I left for the states without my Tiffany necklace and when I wanted to wear it out today, I couldn't find it. Checked those turqoise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115254946741189815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115254946741189815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-are-some-of-400-odd-photos-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115238971534600364</id><published>2006-07-09T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T04:16:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back from my holiday. All I can say is that the US of A is so overhyped. I guess stupid TV shows only show the pretty side of it. I was so sick of the ang moh food over there and I have a good reason to do so; hello?? 4 friggin months of yucky suspicious looking Hall food and I'm thrown into the states with more oil-dripping pizzas and salad topped with thousand island?! I hate thousand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115238971534600364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115238971534600364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-from-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115056926497235699</id><published>2006-06-18T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:36:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yahoo weather forecast says the maximum temperature is 20deg C and the minimum being 6deg C. But under the current temperature, it states "1deg C".I opened up the window just to double check with my senses and it vaguely resembled the touch of an ice cube on bare skin. No wonder I can't feel my toes anymore.If this erratic weather continues till Monday, I'll be bundled up so thickly like a bao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115056926497235699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115056926497235699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/06/yahoo-weather-forecast-says-maximum.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115022469122565535</id><published>2006-06-14T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:09:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've this mega huge craving for all things Bengawan Solo; the sponge cake my mom always buys for breakfast, the jiu cheng gao, the green balls coated with coconut shavings, the yellow kueh also coated with coconut shavings, the sticky rice stuffed with spicy shrimp paste, the blue rice with a tuft of shredded coconut right at the top. To top it all off, I would also like the brown rectangular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115022469122565535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115022469122565535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-this-mega-huge-craving-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-115003135083331755</id><published>2006-06-11T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:09:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that everytime I have some major news to share with people I ♥, none of them can be contacted?3Sha, this news will rock the boat you are sitting in now!!(But I guess when you read this, you're already home. Why don't you get auto-roaming, you bitch!)Rat+Mar+Grace: This doesn't even concern you guys and I even have this feeling that G won't even know who the hell I'm talking about, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115003135083331755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/115003135083331755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-is-it-that-everytime-i-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114967293585544150</id><published>2006-06-07T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:57:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember making a list of things to do while I'm here. It included horseback riding and getting my licence. Checked!Over the weekend while everyone was pretending to be hardworking, I dragged Kenny to the outbacks for an adventure.HORSE RIDINGNever fancied small dogs but this one's so adorable!The stables stunk of horse shit but here's a closeup picture with the culprits!Ching, this one's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114967293585544150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114967293585544150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-remember-making-list-of-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114948831418801166</id><published>2006-06-05T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:21:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keep your paws to yourself, missy. Because, if I ever decide to get into a bitchfit, you'll probably be so sorry that you were ever related to me in any way.I don't really get it. What sort of negative karma have I accumulated in my past life, that I can't seem to avoid having to cross paths with people like them. If Kenny hadn't been keeping my sanity in check, I can't guarantee that I won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114948831418801166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114948831418801166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/06/keep-your-paws-to-yourself-missy.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114927046988471878</id><published>2006-06-03T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:51:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look what I got in the mail!Well, Kristin and I concluded that the cameras at City West are lousy. Though the truth is that I've been stuffing myself silly with 4 slices of pizza daily. No less. I shouldn't have gone to submit my log book and take the HPT on a bad hair day.AFTERBEFORE (note that sharp chin existed and chipmunk cheeks didn't)This is for Lynette, who claims that she hasn't seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114927046988471878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114927046988471878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-what-i-got-in-mail-well-kristin.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114898247683868259</id><published>2006-05-30T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:55:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kenny has been playing Dota with a 13 year old kid who's msn is filled with weird cheena-pianged emoticons. I hate emoticons. Don't "wu suo wei" me. He even has a Playboy emoticon that says "LOL". That's just so gross.He's either hiding his gay side or he's hiding his gay side. I can't believe I've been dating a paedophillic gay all these while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114898247683868259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114898247683868259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/kenny-has-been-playing-dota-with-13.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114890724327139379</id><published>2006-05-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:37:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss home very much. My bank account is drying up very quickly. So for now, I have no choice but to curb my spendings. After paying the agent, I'll be seriously seriously broke. And if my dad asks why, I'm gonna lie. If he asks if I've been shopping too much, I'm gonna lie. Sorry daddy. Shopping in Singapore isn't half as appealing for some queer reason. Hehehe.Bye bye Currie Hall. You've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114890724327139379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114890724327139379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-home-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114847341569713722</id><published>2006-05-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:26:44.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was nice chilling at the front lawn in Uni after so long, looking at the ducks and soaking up the afternoon sun rays. The weather was downright horrid this morning but the sun came out after 4pm.So today was good.I didn't need no sunnies or beach towel. I just dumped my bag on the grass, kicked of my shoes and felt the prickly carpet grass under my feet after a long long time. Watched the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114847341569713722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114847341569713722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-nice-chilling-at-front-lawn-in.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114830838773769283</id><published>2006-05-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:34:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in the lecturer's office enquiring about some Chinese units that I thought of undertaking as electives.She gave me a passage from the Chinese Advanced 2 (which essentially covers things from lower secondary course material) and told me to read it. That was fine. She then handed me another textbook which was Chinese Specialist 1. I read 10 words and told her I couldn't continue because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114830838773769283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114830838773769283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-in-lecturers-office-enquiring.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114806156465275292</id><published>2006-05-20T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:06:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pictures that date back to 300B.CNick has small feet. PS: Those aren't my legs. I wish they were this skinny but they're definitely not this hairy, even after 3 months of not shaving. Hahahaha. Those are my sandals of course.Easter Eggs.I never fancied oysters but decided to give it a try after 6 years. The conclusion: I'm never touching those things again.No clubbing, no pubbing. Our hobby is to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114806156465275292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114806156465275292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-that-date-back-to-300b.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114792728418856637</id><published>2006-05-18T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:43:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps people do change for the worse after marriage. If people can't resolve their differences prior to marriage, what makes you think they can do so after they've tied the knot? As the word suggests, it's a bloody dead end. Personally, I think it's better to end things before you even start a new phase.I'm having a fucking bad week because people who deliberately blow things out of proportion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114792728418856637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114792728418856637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/perhaps-people-do-change-for-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114771436437552257</id><published>2006-05-16T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:37:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Debbie doesn't know her own name!e*an -here I am, as perfect as I'm ever gonna be- says:can u stop d/c ing!!!!e*an -here I am, as perfect as I'm ever gonna be- says:nvm la.. i like u better. i'm all for team deppy rememberdebbie [i &lt;3&gt;i am not! msn is throwing me out!debbie [i &lt;3&gt;what deppy!e*an -here I am, as perfect as I'm ever gonna be- says:maybe msn is anorexic!e*an -here I am, as perfect as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114771436437552257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114771436437552257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/debbie-doesnt-know-her-own_114771436437552257.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114762466113745908</id><published>2006-05-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:39:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess it all boils down to being prejudiced. Oh well, not as if I care.At the mo, I can only think of the food I yearn to devour. Discoloured roast chicken just doesn't make the cut. Other things just hafta wait.Shopping in small alleys have been making me blow big bucks. BIG BIG BUCKS. Nonetheless, I'm still very very much in love with clothes I buy here but will only wear in Singapore. 100% </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114762466113745908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114762466113745908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-guess-it-all-boils-down-to-being.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114701988251610368</id><published>2006-05-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:40:57.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's our special day.And I love you; for who you are, who you've been and for believing in me when I gave up on myself.What a feeling in my soulLove burns brighter than sunshineBrighter than sunshineLet the rain fall, I don't careI'm yours and suddenly you're mineSuddenly you're mineAnd it's brighter than sunshine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114701988251610368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114701988251610368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-our-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114690786726183453</id><published>2006-05-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:28:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, the joy that Fun Factory brings!Sexpo tonight. I will try to take pictures of ang moh with big titties.Edit: Will post the pictures up when I'm not feeling lazy. I couldn't take the topless ladies cos those pricks known as security guards threatened to confiscate anyone's camera/phone if they are caught taking snapshots of those ladies. But anyway, we went to view the peep show and it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114690786726183453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114690786726183453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-joy-that-fun-factory-brings-sexpo.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114666410057014242</id><published>2006-05-03T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:50:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the time when lao shi made the whole class read a passage from the textbook back in secondary school? Remember how lao shi always made sure the whole class read at the same speed? Well guess what? There's this individual in Japanese Beginners 1101 (I stress, BEGINNERS 1101, not even 1102) who loves to speed read. I mean fucking hell, people in class are already having difficulty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114666410057014242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114666410057014242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/remember-time-when-lao-shi-made-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114650226820194182</id><published>2006-05-02T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:52:24.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favourite niece turns 2 today. She said she wanted a Barney picture on her cake but the adults gave her something else instead. It's so sad being a kid and celebrating your birthday with an adult cake (ie, no cartoon pictures). But she should count herself lucky. You people should really see how she's treated at my grandma's on Sundays. Strutting around like a princess already.It sucks not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114650226820194182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114650226820194182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-favourite-niece-turns-2-today.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114615065796133476</id><published>2006-04-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:12:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After spending a bomb and enduring all those about-to-puke moments, I'm extremely pleased to have pass my driving test! Kudus, to the nice non-racist tester.PS: Swan, aren't you fucking glad?! I'm gonna come pick you up from yr place the next time round! But we have a slight problem here, how am I gonna convince my mom to lend me her Merc?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114615065796133476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114615065796133476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-spending-bomb-and-enduring-all.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114579493290545589</id><published>2006-04-23T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:31:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's good to finally know the truth on what a conniving little bitch you've been all along. But the greatest sense of relief I derive, would be from the fact that no one even gives a damn whether you're alive or dead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114579493290545589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114579493290545589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-good-to-finally-know-truth-on-what.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114573192001164280</id><published>2006-04-23T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:54:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems as if I'm the only person here who isn't afraid of making enemies.Yeah. You can call me resident evil. No pun intended.So the story goes; stupid girl (SG) takes her own sweet time to lay out her clothes in one dryer and after it's filled, she decides, "Hmm. I think I like the other one better". She then proceeds to take out her clothes slowly, one by one, holding it up against the light </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114573192001164280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114573192001164280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-seems-as-if-im-only-person-here-who.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114529468588410932</id><published>2006-04-18T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:25:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While looking at my past testimonials on Friendster, I came across these.Posted 12/06/2004one day the morbiders will take over and kill the funnyless 4s. miss extreme can try shooting her bitching chants but it aint gonna work baby. the morbiders will loom over ur head.-Phil?????&amp;Posted 10/23/2004i was HantuRa then. not now. ha.i've since gained weight.but my love for you will never change.-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114529468588410932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114529468588410932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/while-looking-at-my-past-testimonials.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114528521796911757</id><published>2006-04-17T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:48:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was insane. I remember complaining to Yoolz about how sucky Hoyts was in Perth city cos it looked just like Yangtze cinema. And as usual, she was gloating because the cinemas in Melbourne had bean bags and what not. Then yesterday, Kristin, Fer, Hanli, Kenny and I headed to Innaloo where I found something comparable to Cineleisure in terms of cleaniness. Happiness! Just when I thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114528521796911757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114528521796911757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-was-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114504382549596540</id><published>2006-04-15T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:45:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honestly, the Aussies here take Good Friday too seriously. Or rather, public holidays in general.Nevermind that all the shops in the city are closed (which henceforth spoilt my plans of getting my skirts, more winter clothing and yoghurt. pfftttt), the four of us decided to head to Tiamo for a proper dinner since Hall food sucked as usual, only to receive another rude shock. Seriously, the food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114504382549596540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114504382549596540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/honestly-aussies-here-take-good-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114494716323422388</id><published>2006-04-14T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:52:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Half the time I'm wondering, why am I always buying your bullshit stories when deep down inside, we both know it means jackshit.This time, I'm giving up for real.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114494716323422388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114494716323422388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/half-time-im-wondering-why-am-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114483201745510274</id><published>2006-04-12T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:54:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And again, UWA proves itself capable of setting semi-difficult and lengthly papers for us to finish within a short span of time. Obviously there was a mad rush trying to finish the paper, punching the AC button over and over again cos you just can't fucking get the answer. And how can we forget the unanimous "tsk's" when frustration sets in.All in all, MA was a fucking, fucking disaster. I swear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114483201745510274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114483201745510274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-again-uwa-proves-itself-capable-of.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114448447410459966</id><published>2006-04-08T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:03:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROSH 06You know how I didn't get to celebrate Halloween in Singapore? Well, Prosh totally made up for everything. TweedleDee&amp;TweedleDum The dice and Red house from the Monopoly Set. Cute eh? Ok.. This guy is cute.  Just that this photo doesn't do his cuteness ANY justice because our dear friend, Kenny, was being jealous when I asked him to take the picture. x) Hahahahahaha!!! Sister Act Shrek! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114448447410459966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114448447410459966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/prosh-06-you-know-how-i-didnt-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114398006296924215</id><published>2006-04-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:33:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just because my toocoolforyou camera takes pictures of high quality that Friendster rejects, people like you would have to put up with my photowhoring here. This goes back to last Thursday.T'was such a nice sunny Thursday afternoon. This is my clean&amp;green university Then it was off to Paramount for SSS's Mambo Red when the sky turned dark Ah.. a collaboration by UWA, Curtin, ECU and Murdoch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114398006296924215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114398006296924215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-because-my-toocoolforyou-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114379448018191077</id><published>2006-03-31T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:41:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ♥ Sportsgirl!!!!! Oh yes I do. I've spent more than $1.5k(it might be more..) on their yummystuff to date, I think they ought to make me their valued customer. For once, in the 19 years of my life, I managed to go into a shop that's having a MASSIVE SALE and come out with at least ONE sales item. x)Next up, Live!Iris, it's just too bad you aint got enough money cos I'm not giving you a single </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114379448018191077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114379448018191077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-sportsgirl-oh-yes-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114362183824216633</id><published>2006-03-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:43:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Authorities in Queensland are really hilarious. As reported by Seven News, "low risk prisoners are used to help clean up the damage caused by Cyclone Larry ..."They really know how to make efficient use of their country's resources eh?Anyway, Prosh 06 is next Wednesday. I say kudus to NO CLASSES and a great deal of fun all in the name of charity. Flag day in Singapore stinks! Mambo Red is this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114362183824216633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114362183824216633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/authorities-in-queensland-are-really.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114338641114614170</id><published>2006-03-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:43:43.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 22th, KENNY!! I hope you enjoyed yourself yesterday with the double surprise. I know your lack of friends like Kow, Sithu and Harley (+ girlfriends) didn't make your 22th that much more exciting, but hopefully, the great seafood dinner+company of other genuine friends from Perth we had at The Boatshed made up for everything else. I ♥ you.Stupid Man-U fan.2 of our guests, Kristin and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114338641114614170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114338641114614170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-22th-kenny-i-hope-you-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114318962308780247</id><published>2006-03-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:40:23.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just finished my half fucked essay half an hour ago, made Kenny cycle to SS South Entrance 15 mins before cut off time and then I strolled to the library to return 10 books. T.E.N friggin books!It was a real crappy work. Will just cross my fingers and hope for the best. Writing essays obviously isn't my forte. A 78% for last sem's OB essay was truly a fluke.Anyhow, the weather is chilly but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114318962308780247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114318962308780247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-just-finished-my-half-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114315137107597967</id><published>2006-03-24T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T06:04:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self: never procrastinate again!Right.. 5 hours worth of sleep last night and zilch rest ever since. I have to finish my whore of an essay by 4pm. Which explains why I'm still up at 6am. But FUCK IT! 1200 words for 10% is so not worth it. My asshole of a tutor is being a demanding+difficult prick. China is boring. I don't give a flying fuck about it's contradictions undermining it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114315137107597967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114315137107597967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/note-to-self-never-procrastinate-again.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114312052130161510</id><published>2006-03-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:29:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the semester where you see seniors you've never met before, decked in different coloured graduation gowns.I look at them, at their friends, at their proud parents and wonder, how will mine be like.It'll be another 2.5 years that I have to slog through just to shake the vice-chancellor's hand. I can only guess that, that, will be the proudest moment of my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114312052130161510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114312052130161510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-that-time-of-semester-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114302754622588754</id><published>2006-03-22T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:39:06.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a (very) cold and windy day.I haven't started my (bullshit) essay on China which is due on Friday. Who gives anyway. Pffttttt.I need to go to the library (now).But its so chilly that I'm tempted to take my candycolouredscarf out to wear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114302754622588754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114302754622588754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-very-cold-and-windy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114275176824019701</id><published>2006-03-19T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:02:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... we were hungry at 1am and decided to head to Vic Park for chilli mussels last night. I love!!!! On our way there, we saw a huge Booze Bus. Haven't personally experienced road blocks here or in Singapore so this was really some kinda cheap thrill. I took a video of the policewoman giving Ping a breathelizer (spell?) test but curse my uni moneybox, which ran outta credits. Can't show you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114275176824019701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114275176824019701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546804.post-114268657197393862</id><published>2006-03-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:56:49.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;3sha&gt;-nasty milkshake bf, don't you cry.If it helps, I'll try to call you more often.Wait for me to return and I promise you I'll shower you with lotsa lovin' since the dumbbunny has somewhat shrunk to nothingness, and is unable to take my place for these 4 months.PS: I couldn't find any decent picture of us. So there you have it. Us+dumbbunny+sister after graduation ceremony. CJCnomore!! x)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114268657197393862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546804/posts/default/114268657197393862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-deniable.blogspot.com/2006/03/nasty-milkshake-bf-dont-you-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>E*an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10842959080807092483</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></entry></feed>
