<?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-6521503</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:30:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-haunted-</title><subtitle type='html'>:: This is Me ::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>821</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113674610720246574</id><published>2006-01-09T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T02:48:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Okay lah, it's not a big secret or a terribly important thing, but I changed my blog add. Feel free to visit if you want. For password-protected posts, I will only give to a handful, so if I don't, please don't feel offended.

&lt;a href="http://incywincy.wordpress.com"&gt;New blog!&lt;/a&gt;

Goodbye Blogger, I still miss you sometimes. But I like the categories in Wordpress. It was good while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113674610720246574?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113674610720246574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113674610720246574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113594740068237403</id><published>2005-12-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:14:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full-time bummer</title><content type='html'>Depressed. So this is how unemployed people feel. I finally know the meaning of it all.

Went job hunting today, and I got rejected by all the boutiques in Jurong Point. Haha. One can only take that much of rejection, you know.

Hmm, maybe things won't be that bad. I'll just concentrate on that work-from-home assignment that I have at the moment. And come end of January, I'll have a job (hopefully, cos the interview is next Wednesday) for 8 whole days at Sentosa. Maybe they'll hire me! I sure hope so. Hopefully the 8 days' pay will be enough to keep me fed for a month while I get another part-time temporary job (hopefully there'll be some SingTel roadshows sometime soon)

I haven't been blogging much of late. No mood to, I guess. And I haven't had any blog-worthy updates. 

Some pictures from yesterday.

Morning: Met up with Jamie for breakfast at Macdonald's at Jurong Point. She had &lt;em&gt;*look of disbelieve*&lt;/em&gt; a Happy meal. Complete with a "Chronicles of Narnia" figurine (ahem, toy).

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Afternoon: Met up with Rachel for lunch at Food Republic at Wisma Atria (by the way, I'm bothered by how we call it Wisma. 'Wisma' means 'building' in Malay. It sounds stupid calling a building 'building' as if it were its name). We went shopping after lunch, and I bought a pair of heels from Isetan, facial masques and nail polish from The Face Shop, a polo-necked top from Bossini, a bath lily from Body Shop, and facial cleanser (the Olay one). Snacked on doughnuts for tea (from Pop-Doh at Taka food court) which was marvellous. You should try it. 5-stars! Okay some pics:

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Rather insteresting decor at Food Republic. This is just the food stall, which was near our table.
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/IMG%20004.1.jpg"&gt;


Dim sum (mine) and beef noodles (Rach's). I wasn't too hungry. Food was okay, nothing fantabulous about that place. Just like any other food court, just that it's more upmarket cos it's at Wisma Atria, and hence the jacked-up prices.
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/IMG%20005.0.jpg"&gt;


The heels I bought. Which I wore almost immediately cos my own heels were hurting my heels. Okay, that sentence sounds weird. Haha!
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/IMG%20006.0.jpg"&gt;


Rach and I outside Taka food court. We sat on one of those benches and had our snacks while resting our tired feet. Okay, well, mine was tired anyway.
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After that, Rach accompanied me to an interview at Tanjong Pagar, then we took a train home. I headed to JP, and went to the Library to borrow some books.

Evening: Dinner with Melly at Delifrance at JP. We managed to catch up over dinner. Talked about some of my future plans, and stuff. It was good to meet up again cos I haven't seen her in a looooong time. Not since that day at SAC during the exam period.


&lt;center&gt;I had some chicken thingie.
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/IMG%20015.jpg"&gt;


And she had some pasta stew thingie.
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For dessert, she had chocolate ice cream while I had creme brulee. Tasted okay but nothing fantastic.
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/IMG%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;


Forgot to take pics of us after dinner cos I was abit distraught. Realised that I had lost my bank card and was calling the DBS card hotline to cancel it (they ask a million questions before they can cancel the card). Luckily I had enough to pay for dinner. Haha!

Today I went to get a new bank card, then hang out at JP Coffee Bean alone. I read an entire book while I was there. This one:

&lt;center&gt;Holly, by Jude Deveraux
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/holly-judedeveraux.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;


Then I walked around JP looking for a job at the boutiques. With dismal results, as I previously mentioned. Bah. Time for &lt;a href="http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/shows/drama/view/685/1/.html" target=new&gt;Love Concierge&lt;/a&gt; on Ch8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113594740068237403?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113594740068237403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113594740068237403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/full-time-bummer.html' title='Full-time bummer'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113579854748877010</id><published>2005-12-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T03:42:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite amazing!</title><content type='html'>The Hall Office had irritatingly changed to PIN number of the mechanical lock for the female toilet again, and as always they informed us via a slip of paper which they slid under our room door.

When I walked into the room this morning, I picked up the piece of paper, glanced at it, then put it on the table and forgot about it. I rushed out soon after, and came back pretty late.

As I walked to the bathroom for my shower, I realised that I'd not memorised the new PIN number yet. I turned the handle, but the door remained locked. So I stood in front of the door, staring at the numbers on the buttons, concentrating and trying to remember (I'm so lazy that I didn't want to walk back the 20m to my room to get the paper) the number.

Then my right index finger went up to it confidently, and punched out 6 digits.

The door magically opened. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113579854748877010?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113579854748877010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113579854748877010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/quite-amazing.html' title='Quite amazing!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113552218891386148</id><published>2005-12-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:42:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Too lazy to blog properly, so here are the pics!

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/1600/food.1.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Christmas feast!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/400/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turkey and baked potatoes, salad, fried rice, mashed potatoes, yum! And yummy chocolate cheesecake!



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/1600/carvingturkey.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Turkey carvers!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/400/carvingturkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Usually I'm the one who carves the turkey at home every Christmas. This year, Lik helps out too. Haha. I look super auntie today. Haha.



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/1600/daddycake.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Happy Birthday, Daddy!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/400/daddycake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas is Jesus' birthday. And my Daddy's birthday too! I love my Daddy. The homemade cake may lack in presentation, but it makes up for that in the rich taste; it just melts in your mouth and feels like heaven. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/1600/mummydaddy.0.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="My dearest parents" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/320/mummydaddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mommy and Daddy!



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/1600/ourxmastree.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Pretty pretty! It's not firewood, okay, Weichiang!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/320/ourxmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Christmas tree! I like!



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/1600/grpshots.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4945/355/320/grpshots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, groupshots. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I love my family. Miss Doreen and Elaine lots. Although you all couldn't make it back for the Christmas dinner this year, you were present in our hearts - we all told stories about you two over dinner. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; Wish you guys were here.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113552218891386148?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113552218891386148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113552218891386148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas Dinner!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113549712369154894</id><published>2005-12-25T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:52:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I'm actually feeling quite grumpy due to a lack of sleep. I finally fell asleep at 5am or so, after staying up to finish the novel that I was reading, and lying in bed in the dark playing Puzzle Bubble and Snake on my handphones for about an hour cos I was tossing and turning so badly that I irritated myself. Haha!

Anyway, I was woken up at 9:30am to eat &lt;em&gt;mian xian&lt;/em&gt;. Cos it's Daddy's birthday today, and we have mian xian every year. Mummy was already busy in the kitchen by then. Anyway, I missed lunch cos I had breakfast. Does that sound weird? But uhm, if I have breakfast, I'll usually skip lunch. Haha. I slept thru lunch anyway. Hehe! Waiting for X'mas dinner! Will take loads of pics today. Haha.

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Have a wonderful Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113549712369154894?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113549712369154894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113549712369154894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113532122392832590</id><published>2005-12-23T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:12:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Christmas mean to you?</title><content type='html'>Or any other festive season, for that matter?

To me, it's a time of gathering with my family, literally. Because we are 6 people in 5 different places, so coming home for a festive season is somewhat, more special, more meaningful.

Christmas is especially meaningful, because it's a double celebration for our family - it's also my Daddy's birthday! I've never spent Christmas with anyone else except my family for the past 21 years, and this year I'm stil gonna do it the same way.

Come Christmas morning, Mom will be in a frenzied rush, trying to get everything ready for dinner time. There would be the turkey to roast, the salad to toss, the potatoes to bake, and the birthday cake to mix. We'd all be drooling with the thought of the yummilicious turkey that's roasting in the oven. Mommy's turkey is really the best. The stuffing is so delicious that none other that I've eaten comes in a close second.

Christmas dinner hardly varies, but that doesn't keep us from waiting excitedly for it each year. Daddy's birthday cake is almost invariably a cheese cake (our favourite) but we love it all the same. 

I remember Christmas 2003 was spent without Daddy - he was away in China, working. But Ben and Eugene came over. Doreen wasn't home either, that year.

Christmas 2004 was a huge affair, with many relatives (not that I particularly like them) and alot of noise. The general atmosphere was high and everyone was eating and laughing. But I'd much prefer it to be a quiet and small party, with just my family and maybe our "selected guests".

Haha. These selected guests would usually be our (my sisters' and mine) boyfriends. This year, Doreen's not coming home, so Al won't be here either; Elaine is away in UK, so her mysterious bf would have to remain mysterious; and I'm single and unavailable, so none from my side. Serene will be bringing Lik; nothing new there, Lik is almost a permanent fixture in our home. Haha!

I'm really looking forward to this Christmas. It's gonna be just us -we're gonna play the Christmas carols on the stereo, light up the Christmas tree (which has been put up), open presents and cards, and eat (it's always the whole point, isn't it?) and be thankful for another year passed.

Okay, this entry is somewhat haphazard, but it's alright. I just want to explain why I am so happy about Christmas being here, why I must spend Christmas at home, and why I cannot spend my Christmas outside with the many friends who have invited me for countdowns, parties, dinners, and whatnots this Christmas. Thank you for remembering me, though. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;P.S.: &lt;/strong&gt;I've been wondering why my Chinese characters don't show up anymore after I changed the layout. I finally realised that I had to &lt;a href="http://www.w3.org/International/O-charset.html" target=new&gt;declare the encoding&lt;/a&gt; in the template codes and set it to UTF-8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113532122392832590?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113532122392832590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113532122392832590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-does-christmas-mean-to-you.html' title='What does Christmas mean to you?'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113531816500047502</id><published>2005-12-23T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:09:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to: 张韶涵- 遗失的美好</title><content type='html'>The first time I heard this song (or rather, really paid attention to it) was when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Superstar#Chew_Sin_Huey" target=new&gt;Chew Sin Huey (石欣卉)&lt;/a&gt; sang it on Project Superstar. I thought she did it brilliantly.

No prizes for guessing who I was rooting for during Project Superstar. Haha.

It's another slow day at home. I woke up really early today. 11.40am. Wow. I woke up before noon! Haha. I've been sleeping until at least 1pm for the past week. Daddy is coming home today! Yay. Christmas is really coming now. Heh.

Hmm. So this is what it feels like to have nothing to blog everyday. So this is what it feels like to blog about nothing everyday. So this is what it feels like to force yourself to open the blogger page just to type something everyday. Haha.

Last night, I chatted with &lt;em&gt;he-who-must-not-be-named&lt;/em&gt;. It seemed like the old times again when we'd chat freely and late into the night, on the phone and on MSN. I can't remember why I used to like him, though. Maybe it was the easy conversation that we had between us and the way he understood me. 

Anyway, I'm so bored. I'm downloading the new 吴克群 album, 大顽家. Not that I really like him, but some of his songs are quite nice. Haha. I think songs-downloading is addictive. For me, at least. I am almost obsessive about it. Haha.

What should I do now? Read? Paint? Watch TV? &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113531816500047502?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113531816500047502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113531816500047502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/listening-to_23.html' title='Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;张韶涵- 遗失的美好'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113527546786395637</id><published>2005-12-23T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:07:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas-y mood</title><content type='html'>About 2 million people have this line on their MSN nicks: "All I want for Christmas is you."

It reminds me of bad things that happened 2 years ago; how silly and naive I was back then.

Today was a good day, I suppose. Ta-dah!

&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/card.jpg" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/th_card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
-click on the pic!-&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to one and all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. I painted this. It was painful cos the design was so complicated, but I'm happy to say I accomplished the drawing and the painting in about 4 hours.

Daddy's coming home in about 18 hours. I'm so excited. It's gonna be a wonderful Christmas. Although I'm abit sad that Doreen and Elaine won't be home. But well, make do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113527546786395637?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113527546786395637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113527546786395637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-y-mood.html' title='Christmas-y mood'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113514533060794298</id><published>2005-12-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:08:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks to the end of holidays</title><content type='html'>I'm home again. Yeay. I love being at home, and I haven't been at home so often for the holidays for the past 2.5 years cumulatively than I have this December. It's true. In the past, I was always busy with ECA, holiday jobs, boyfriend. Now, I just want to kick back and relax and spend time with my family.

Yesterday morning I was woken up by a call from my dearest Constance. It was really lucky that she woke me up, because I would have overslept by more than 10 minutes had she not called me. It was coincidental of course, but I'm thankful. I rushed out and reached my destination 25 minutes earlier than the appointment time. Haha. I got dressed really fast (and that's considering I changed 3 skirts and 4 blouses before finally deciding on jeans, a white blouse and a jacket. Haha).

I typed out my resume on the train. I'm really proud of myself. Haha. And yes, you guessed it, I was on my way to a job interview. When I reached Raffles place, I went for a cup of coffee at the coffee shop there. I can't remember what's the name of the place, but it was one of those traditional &lt;em&gt;la kopi&lt;/em&gt; places in a modern setting. Haha. Had my caffeine booster, and searched around for an unsecured wireless network. Found one, and sent my resume over, informing the person I spoke to that I'll be up in about 15 minutes.

The interview went really well, you know, because the interviewer was my &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2004/06/woke-up-pretty-late-on-sunday-morning.html" target=new&gt;former team leader, Vernon&lt;/a&gt;, from my OCBC credit card stint. Haha! He's now studying in Perth, but since he's back for a 3-month long vacation, he's been working for this job agency. Anyway, we chatted mostly, and he told me that they pay CPF for most jobs, so I guess it was a wasted trip for me - I can't take CPF as I'm still bonded to the MOE. Bleah. He said he'll look out for jobs for me though, and even offered me one of his outside&lt;em&gt; job lobangs&lt;/em&gt;. I declined, though, because it involved doing sales on the roads. I mean it literally. Selling confetti and crackers on Orchard Road, on Christmas eve and New Year eve. Not my kind of job, actually.

So I headed back to Jurong East, and went to the library. I spent an hour there, carefully choosing out 4 books. Then I came home. I was exhausted because I hardly slept the night before, and I didn't sleep at all the night before that. It was quite bad.

After chatting with Mummy, I went and lay down on the couch with a new book from the library. I was on the last page of the &lt;em&gt;prologue&lt;/em&gt; before I fell asleep. Haha. Didn't even reach chapter 1!

Am gonna spend today in a leisurely fashion, reading and painting, before I go out for a jog at the park. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder if Elaine will log on today. She's in Rome, holidaying. The lucky girl. The hostel she's staying at has internet access, so usually she'll log on in the morning and let us know that she's fine. She was going to Vatican City yesterday, when I talked to her. I wanna go to Rome too! Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113514533060794298?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113514533060794298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113514533060794298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-weeks-to-end-of-holidays.html' title='2 weeks to the end of holidays'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113501793213210051</id><published>2005-12-20T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:45:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and tiring day without sleep</title><content type='html'>What a tiring day I had yesterday. After blogging my last blog entry, I couldn't get to sleep, and in the end, I woke up early, and went into Singapore earlier than planned.

Had so many meetings. Well, the future seems slightly clearer now, and I am slightly consoled. But I have alot of work to do, in the meantime. Then I have to talk to my sisters. I haven't really spoken to them in a long time, and maybe it's time.

Went for a jog after the meeting tonight, with &lt;em&gt;my dearest senior-junior&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I'm totally exhausted, but the run did me good. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113501793213210051?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113501793213210051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113501793213210051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-and-tiring-day-without-sleep.html' title='Long and tiring day without sleep'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113492950246252012</id><published>2005-12-19T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:03:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/messageinabottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

I never thought that I'd cry over a book just because it was so beautiful (not only because it's sad), but I guess I just proved myself wrong. Finished this book just moments ago, and decided that I had to write about it.

I thought of watching &lt;a href="http://message-bottle.warnerbros.com/index.html" target=new&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt; but after watching &lt;a href="http://message-bottle.warnerbros.com/dld/msgbtl.mov" target=new&gt;the trailer&lt;/a&gt;, I decided that I would hate it. But here are &lt;a href="http://www.tcmuseum.org/message_in_a_bottle/obsessive_bottle_droppers/" target=new&gt;some&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.timespub.tc/Astrolabe/Archive/Fall2001/message.htm" target=new&gt;interesting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.beachcombers.org/MessagesInBottles.html" target=new&gt;articles&lt;/a&gt; I found when I googled "Message in a Bottle". Maybe I'll try it one day. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; In the meantime, let me tell you the story.

Theresa Osborne, a &lt;em&gt;Boston Times&lt;/em&gt; columnist was jogging along a beach at Cape Cod when she found a bottle washed ashore. In it was a letter, rolled up and tied with a piece of yarn. A letter from Garrett to Catherine.

And so began Theresa's journey to Wrightsville Beach, in search for the man who loved Catherine so deeply. She found another letter through a reader of her column, and yet another from a university professor who had written an article about a message in a bottle, in a magazine. With the clues, she took the first step to find him, and left the rest to fate.

Garrett Blake, a diving instructor, had lost his wife three years ago in a car accident. He was still living in the memory of Catherine when he first met Theresa. Inexplicably, he felt drawn to her, just when he thought it impossible to fall in love again.

Boston and Wilmington. Thousands of miles apart. But after spending a magical week together, neither were ready to give up the special relationship they had. It seemed that the only solution was to carry on while they flew to each other whenever they could. Theresa had her son, Kevin, to think of, and her job as a &lt;em&gt;Boston Times&lt;/em&gt; columnist. Garrett couldn't live without the sea, and his boat, &lt;em&gt;Happenstance&lt;/em&gt;.

Over the months, their love grew stronger, but Theresa never told Garrett about the message in the bottle. And when he found out, rage brought him back to Wilmington, with Theresa hot on his heels. Theresa finally decides that Garrett is still unable (and unwilling) to let Catherine go. She feels that he is not ready for her. So she returns to Boston.

In her absence, Garrett finally realises what he must do. He writes a final letter to Catherine, and then writes one to Theresa, asking him for her forgiveness. He mails Theresa's letter in a bottle, like the one that brought them together, and then sets sail for out into the sea, to send the last letter to Catherine on its way to Europe, where Catherine has always wanted to go.

The storm was relentless, but Garrett paid no heed to the warning bells in his head. He continues sailing as far as he dared to, then flings the last bottle far into the sea. &lt;em&gt;Happenstance&lt;/em&gt; loses the battle against the storm and the rocky waves.

Two weeks later, still grieving, Theresa receives a parcel at her home in Boston. She opens it, and sees the bottle. The letter begins, &lt;em&gt;Dear Theresa, Can you forgive me?&lt;/em&gt; and goes on to explain how he, Garrett, finally realised what he must do, in order for him not to lose the woman that he loves. He tells her that he will be going out to sea to send a last letter to Catherine, and then go to Boston to be with her forever.

Forever is shortlived, or maybe, forever didn't come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113492950246252012?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113492950246252012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113492950246252012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/message-in-bottle.html' title='Message in a Bottle'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113491106213472934</id><published>2005-12-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:04:25.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to: 杨千嬅 - 唯有爱随身</title><content type='html'>The reason why I like doing questionnaires is that it gives you random things to write about. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

[01] Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Adam Lee! And my cousin, Michelle Yong.

[02] Where was your first kiss?
At a bus stop.

[03] Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?
Not that I remember. But it could just be my memory failing me.

[04] Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
Yes. More than once, I'm sure.

[05] Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?
Regretfully, yes.

[06] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?
Opposite sex: the handshake or greeting
Same sex: face / figure

[07] What really turns you on?
Intelligence, a caring nature.

[08] What do you usually order from Starbucks/Gloria Jean's?
Caramel macchiato / latte

[09] What is your biggest mistake?
The one related to &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/decisions.html" target=new&gt;the decision&lt;/a&gt;. I hope this decision will set it right again.

[10] Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?
Yes. I was really silly then, but I won't do it again, because it's simply not worth my blood and tears.

[11] Say something totally random about you.
I hate self-improvement books.

[12] Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
No. Haha. Maybe if one of my sisters become famous one day, people will say, "Hey, you look like that person, Doreen / Elaine / Serene Loo..." and I'd say, "Oh yeah, my sister, you know." Haha!

[13] Do you still watch kiddie movies or TV shows?
Yes. Why not?

[14] Did you have braces?
Yep.

[15] Are you comfortable with your height?
I'm okay with it, until people start reminding me how short I am. I wear heels often, but it's still quite apparent. Hmm.

[16] What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you?
Travelling 2 hours by bus-train-bus just to have a one hour dinner with me, then travel another 2 hours back again. Every book-out night.

[17] How do you know when it's love?
I never know

[18] Do you speak any other languages?
Yeah. Bahasa Melayu, Bahasa Indonesia, Mandarin, and conversational French.

[19] Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
No.

[20] What magazines do you read?
Cleo, Women's Weekly, 8days

[21] Have you ever ridden in a limo?
No. If you have one, I won't reject a ride. Haha.

[23] Do you watch MTV?
No.

[24] What's something that really annoys you?
Rushing for an appointment, to realise that everyone else is late.

[25] What's something you really like?
Reading, spending time alone.

[26] Do you like michael jackson?
Do you like smelly toilets? ...

[27] Can you dance?
I guess so. Who can't? The only difference is if you're good or bad at it.

[28] What's the longest you have ever stayed up?
53 hours. 

[29] Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die?
Not that I can remember.

[30] Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?
Thankfully, no. But it would be quite an experience, wouldn't it? I mean, if you're like totally fine. Just having people rush you into the ER on the stretcher while you lie there and enjoy the hustle and bustle around you. Heh. Okay, quite perverse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113491106213472934?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113491106213472934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113491106213472934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/listening-to.html' title='Listening to: 杨千嬅 - 唯有爱随身'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113489539562906987</id><published>2005-12-18T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:43:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I'm now reading my fourth book for this week, and it really tells how much I am trying to block out the thoughts that come flooding each time I put down a book.

I'm 22, going on 23. I should have settled down and have my life planned before me already. But no, I'm going through yet another major change in life. It makes me think what a fickle person I am, and what a failure, maybe.

Everyone around me seems so settled. Everyone seems to know what life has in store for them already. Everyone seems to have decided what they want.

Me? I don't know. But I hope I will know soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113489539562906987?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113489539562906987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113489539562906987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113480167402399076</id><published>2005-12-17T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:41:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have A Type A- Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;
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&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;
  A-  &lt;/font&gt;

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&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You are one of the most balanced people around
Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want
You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.

When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back
Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!
You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/typeaquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113480167402399076?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113480167402399076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113480167402399076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-have-type-personality.html' title='You Have A Type A- Personality'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113470905195364463</id><published>2005-12-16T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:57:31.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow meow mian</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I want Hello Kitty cup noodles too! &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/640/hellokittynoodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113470905195364463?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113470905195364463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113470905195364463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/meow-meow-mian.html' title='Meow meow mian'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113470821207969211</id><published>2005-12-16T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:45:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I probably made one of the biggest decisions of my life. I'm not ready to tell yet, but it will be soon. Right now, I'm just in a state of confusion and doubt, but somehow, I don't fear the outcome - I know everything will be alright; things always are, for me. What I'm worried about is the process of getting there and the people I'll hurt in the process.

Well, it won't do to think any further about this. Afterall, I've thought enough. I spent a few hours walking about aimlessly in Bugis yesterday, just thinking. But the decision's been made - it wasn't rash, I know I've thought things through. I just have to stop worrying.

Picked up a few books at the National Library for leisure reading yesterday - to take my mind of things.


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&lt;em&gt;Last Chance Cafe&lt;/em&gt; | &lt;em&gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;/em&gt; | &lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

It's a big place, the National Library. I could easily get lost in there for an entire day. Must go there again sometime soon. I actually intended to get "&lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;" by Nicholas Sparks, but it wasn't there.

I'm reading two books at the moment. &lt;em&gt;The Fellowship of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; by JRR Tolkien, and &lt;em&gt;Last Chance Cafe&lt;/em&gt; by Linda Lael Miller. Haha. I'm just too impatient that way. It's my first time reading the LOTR books, but I'm loving it.

The neighbour kid is mutilating some of my favourite songs through her worse-than-mine karaoke singing. Ugh. This is my least favourite part of being at home - having to be tortured by her whiny singing. I admit I'm no songbird, but at least my singing is just plain horrible, not whiny. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113470821207969211?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113470821207969211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113470821207969211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113450128675423154</id><published>2005-12-14T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:16:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update</title><content type='html'>Without realising it, a week has passed since I last blogged. Well, so many things have happened, and I guess I should write something before I forget.

Last Thursday, I went back to Singapore to stay after spending a few days at home. In the afternoon, a group of us from the NTUSU played host to a group of students from the University of Macau - their Students' Union, to be precise. Though there was a language barrier, we managed to get along fine.

In the evening, I gathered with my UOC 2005 members from Aura, and we went to &lt;em&gt;DXO at Esplanade&lt;/em&gt; for the Seventeen magazine Queen of Queens pageant.

Saw Denise Keller - she's really beautiful, but I don't like the way she carried herself. Anyway, here are the contestants:

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| Shilin | Destiny | Zhenru |
| Nora | Celine | Chrystal |
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Guess who won? Well, my guesses for the top three were:
3rd: Destiny
2nd: Nora / Zhenru
1st: Nora / Zhenru

I couldn't decide whether Nora / Zhenru deserved it more - Though beautiful, Nora was slightly less daring, while Zhenru sure had stage presence.

In the end, Zhenru got 2nd, and Celine won. There was a sort of stunned silence when the results were announced, as everyone thought that Nora would win, since Zhenru got 2nd. Celine is photogenic, I guess, but she doesn't really look good in person. And the way she carried herself wasn't worthy of the "crown". Well, I don't know what the judges are playing at, or what they were thinking. Nora may lack the height, but she is loads prettier, don't you think? Oh well.

Anyway, it was quite stupid, the whole thing. The results were very suspicious. Of the top 3, Destiny was from NTU, Zhenru from NUS, and Celine from SMU. Haha. What do you think? Definitely something wrong, I say. Well, I think they wanted to please the crowd. But then, what's the point of it all, then? I'm saying this not because I thought that Destiny or the other 2 girls from NTU should have won (they shouldn't, cos the rest of the girls were better), but cos I really thought the results were unfair. Anyways. Moving on.

After the pageant ended at about 10pm, the OG went elsewhere. I stayed, though. With some Union and Council people (Mel, Saodah, Li Chuan, Joycelyn, Marcus, Tyng Tze, etc), plus Yanto. Met &lt;a href="http://whitegalgal.blogspot.com/" target=new&gt;Lora&lt;/a&gt; and her sister, Sara, as well. They were with another girl. Lora looked really good, as usual. Haha.

I got to know some other people as well, but as always, with people I meet at clubs, I'll just forget them when I leave the club. Somehow, getting to know guys at clubs isn't my cup of tea. We can dance, we can drink together, but the game ends when the lights come on at the end of the night. Which is why I get irritated by people who try to contact me afterwards. Ah. I get reminded of an ex-boyfriend who cheated on me with a girl he met at Chinablack. That girl contacted him via Friendster the next day. 真是丢光我们女人的脸. I despise girls who throw themselves at guys. Not just because of what happened, but it's like when you do that, you're making yourself look so cheap. Well, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; think so.

Anyway. It was really fun that night - I got kinda high. Haha. I'm gonna get Tim back for this. Dance dance dance. Afterwards, I went out for another drink at &lt;em&gt;Timbre&lt;/em&gt; with Mel, Marcus and Tyng Tze, together with Mel's friend Cynthia (?) and another friend Wei Tan (?) I can't remember the names cos I was slightly drunk. Haha. Anyway, I didn't drink anymore - they had red wine, but I ordered a coffee to make myself more sober.

Afterwards, Tyng Tze, Marcus and I went for supper near CHC before we went back to Hall. We walked back, and they sent me almost to my doorstep before leaving. Thank you, guys.

I really slept well that night - too well, in fact, that I overslept the next morning. Haha. Oops. I was supposed to meet Sherwe and Avanti to bring a group of Thai students around the campus. In the end, it was only a small group, so it didn't matter that I wasn't there, I guess. Haha.

On Friday evening, I went for Audrey's birthday dinner at her house! Some pics:

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The yummilicious home-made lime birthday pie! Hehe!
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Audrey's 21st. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; | Aud with Tony
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Nick is back from Australiaaaa!! Woo hoo! &lt;strong&gt;: P&lt;/strong&gt;

After the dinner, I left to go to &lt;a href="http://www.eskibar.com" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eskibar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to meet the OG again, for drinks and a night out, to celebrate Angela's birthday. It was really really freezing cold. The jackets provided didn't help at all - so if anyone wants to go to &lt;em&gt;Eskibar&lt;/em&gt;, please bring your own winter garb! It was quite fun, though. We talked and had some cocktail drinks. I didn't drink, though, as I was already feeling unwell. Malaise. I like the word. &lt;em&gt;Eskibar&lt;/em&gt; is actually very small (not cosy, cos it was freezing like hell) Haha. The crowd that goes there is much older than the places we frequent. We were easily the youngest group there that night!

We played silly (okay, stupid) games there. First game: Everyone was to put their palm on the ice bartop, and the first to take their hand off was the loser. The punishment for the loser? To place one side of his/her cheek on the ice bartop for 30 seconds. Haha! Angela lost. But she was really sporting about it. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; 

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Second game: Everyone was to take off their jackets, and see who could last the longest. Hahaha! We're so childish. Anyway, that second game was unfair cos I was wearing the least! &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt; Brrr.

Well, needless to say, I fell ill the next day. Bleah.

After we left &lt;em&gt;Eskibar&lt;/em&gt;, we had supper at a coffeeshop at Boat Quay area, and then went home. I was feeling horrible by then. But I still went home to JB the next day. Had to drag myself, though.

Saturday was sick day for me, and I felt really horrible. Shivering and breaking out in cold sweat is really 很难受. Mummy came home, though, and she gave me medicine and sent me to bed. Ah. How nice it is to have Mummy home again! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; She's been away for the last 10 days, spending time in Jakarta with Daddy.

The weekend passed by quickly - I spent my time sleeping and resting, and also watching my new Korean drama VCDs. Haha.

On Monday, we had an S01 class outing to City Square! Yeay!

My friends came over at about noon, and I picked them up from the customs, then we walked to City Square.

We had lunch at Sushi King!

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After lunch we watched &lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/index.html" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! 

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I can't believe how lucky we are! Narnia wasn't showing in Singapore yet at the time, and we managed to catch it at City Square! Haha. &lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;)

It was really a fantastic show - I rate it higher than &lt;a href="http://www.gobletoffire.com" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! What a fantastic show! I really recommend that everyone watches it!

From the beginning to the end, I was freezing in the cinema, but hanging on to every word in the movie. It was so exciting! I don't know how else to describe the movie! Haha. I've always been a bad reviewer. And in order not to write anything that is too detailed and would spoil the movie for you, I'll just shut up about the movie. Haha. Go watch, okay?

After the movie, we shopped around (Crystal shopped, mostly, Haha), and then went for dinner at Secret Recipe.

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I walked them to the Customs after dinner, and then walked to Jalan Wong Ah Fook to take a bus home. It was really a happy happy day for me. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

Oh, while I was walking to the bus stop, I witnessed something horrific. I was walking past a &lt;em&gt;mamak&lt;/em&gt; shop, when I heard a commotion in the shop. So I stopped to take a look. A huge Indian guy (the owner of the shop, I expect) was facing this puny Chinese guy in his early twenties, and a few other Indian men were standing around them. Then the big burly guy gave the puny guy a hard slap on the cheek! I was so shocked that I took a step backward, and gasped loudly.

He slapped the guy a few more times, and banged his head against the metal shelves, but the Chinese guy didn't retaliate.

I realised why - the Chinese guy was just caught shoplifting at the &lt;em&gt;mamak&lt;/em&gt; shop. He stole a packet of biscuits. Well, I'm not saying that it's right for him to steal, but was it right for the owner of the shop to bash him up like that? I was really quite shocked.

Thought about it on the bus ride home, and I wondered how I would feel if the guy who stole the biscuits wasn't Chinese, and the shop owner wasn't Indian. What if it was the other way round? I think much worse things would have happened if roles were reversed.

I've spent my entire day today (Tuesday), watching my new Korean drama:

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It's a very touching story, and is definitely one of the best Korean dramas I've watched, to date. I especially loved the parts where they were still studying in Harvard. The passion each had for their profession is truly noble! I cried alot while watching it. Haha. But I'm too lazy to write a full review on it, like I did for &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/full-house.html" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well, maybe I will, when I'm feeling bored tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113450128675423154?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113450128675423154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113450128675423154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-update.html' title='Long update'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113397976328233276</id><published>2005-12-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:29:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=647" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (浪漫满屋). It took an entire day. Well, almost. I started watching sometime around midnight last night, and finished watching it around 8pm today. I've got really good stamina for Korean drama marathons. Haha.

Well, the verdict of &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=647" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: What's so good about it? For all that raving, I expected better.

This story is built on the same old success formula of all Korean dramas. But it doesn't really have anything that makes it stand out from the rest of the lot.

The male and female leads are always flanked by the third party (always a girl) and another man who faithfully loves the female lead , take care of her, and wait for her to love him back.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A short summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Han Ji Eun is a cheerful, naive and trusting girl, who is cheated by her long-time friends Dong Gu and Hi Jin - they give her a one-way ticket to Shanghai saying that it is a lucky draw prize, and while she is away, they sell her house. On the trip, she meets Young Jae, a famous actor, and Min Hyuk, the Director of a Publishing company. She comes back to Korea to find her friends missing, and her house sold to Young Jae. In a bid to settle the housing problem, Young Jae allows Ji Eun to stay at the house as his housekeeper. Young Jae is in love with his childhood friend, Hae Won, and when she rejects him, he retaliates by marrying Ji Eun, which also helps to quelch all other rumours of his affairs, which he is sick of. 

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Their contractual marriage is to last 6 months, and at the end, she will get the house back as alimony. Both are fine with this arrangement, but obviously cannot stand living together. Min Hyuk, the object of affections of Hae Won, and also a good friend of Young Jae, falls in love with Ji Eun, and attempts to win her over from Young Jae (who I must say, is a pighead that doesn't know how to appreciate Ji Eun). He continues seeing Hae Won, which hurts Ji Eun terribly. After a long time, he finally realises that he is in love with Ji Eun, not Hae Won, and Hae Won releases him to return to Ji Eun. But it's too late! Eventually, circumstances force them to divorce (Young Jae claims it's because he loves her too much to hurt her any further) and both go their separate ways - Young Jae hides in a monastery and meditates (the divorce has taken a toll on his career), while Ji Eun remains at the house, writing her movie scripts. He comes back when he is told that she is very ill, and he tries clumsily to express his love for her. But he's late - Min Hyuk has already proposed. Well, in the end, the two decide that they love each other and want to be together.&lt;/em&gt;

So yeah. That's the whole story. Okay lah, I know my summary isn't very short. Hehe!

It's too similar to the last Korean drama that I watched: &lt;a href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/#autumn" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endless Love&lt;/em&gt; (aka &lt;em&gt;Autumn Fairytale&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;. The leads also remind me of &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/taiwan_meteorgarden.shtml" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meteor Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s Dao Ming Si (Jerry Yan) and Shan Cai (Barbie Hsu), who are at loggerheads with each other.

This story progresses extremely slowly, and the leads only realise their love for each other around the 10th episode, maybe? That leaves only 6 episodes to develop their love story. For the bulk of the movie, they just yell at each other.

&lt;a href="http://www.jeongjihun.com/english/eng_full_more.htm" target=new&gt;Characters&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't like the male lead, Yi Young Jae (played by &lt;a href="http://www.jeongjihun.com" target=new&gt;Rain Jeong Ji Hoon&lt;/a&gt;). Didn't like the looks, didn't like the voice. Okay, I accept that the voice was dubbed in Mandarin, but it was damn irritating. Why so high pitched? And I didn't like his MCP character, his pigheadedness and clumsy expressions of his feelings, and how selfish he was to have wanted both girls by his side. One may argue that he loves the female lead Han Ji Eun (played by &lt;a href="http://www.sidushq.com/starhome/star_eprofile.asp?star_id=937" target=new&gt;Song Hye Kyo&lt;/a&gt;), while he feels a responsibility to protect Hae Won (played by &lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/korean_Han_Eun-jeong.php" target=new&gt;Han Eun Jeong&lt;/a&gt;), but I still feel he is greedy. In this way, he hurt both girls. 

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I liked &lt;a href="http://www.sidushq.com/starhome/star_eprofile.asp?star_id=937" target=new&gt;Song Hye Kyo&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/#autumn" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endless Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Her character was patient, gentle, and long-suffering. In &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=647" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, she took on a dramatic 180 degrees change in character, and managed to portray very well, a young lady who was cheerful and abit goofy, while being patient (well, in a way) and caring at the same time. But she was also abit too loud and crass here.

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However, I have to admit that these two look quite compatible (despite the fact that I don't think that &lt;a href="http://www.jeongjihun.com" target=new&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt; is good-looking), and they have great on-screen chemistry. &lt;a href="http://www.jeongjihun.com" target=new&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt; is abit awkward at times, and although his role in the drama is an actor, he shows inability to lie or hide things well. He's just so unnatural and obvious in those scenes.

I also dislike &lt;a href="http://www.sidushq.com/starhome/star_eprofile.asp?star_id=308" target=new&gt;Kim Seong Su&lt;/a&gt;'s character, Yoo Min Hyuk, cos I think he is ugly. Also, his I-am-superior air puts me off. I think he and Hae Won are a match made in heaven. 

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She is equally irritating, but you can't hate her, unlike the third party character Chae'rin in &lt;a href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/#winter" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hae Won is not really evil - just self-centred. She's quite pretty too, but looks old in comparison to &lt;a href="http://www.sidushq.com/starhome/star_eprofile.asp?star_id=937" target=new&gt;Song Hye Kyo&lt;/a&gt;.

Somehow, I still prefer those kinda dramatic stories where there's alot of crying, suffering and sadness. In &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=647" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you don't get any of those. The few touching moments in between the yelling were not enough to save the show.

All in all, I don't think this show is that good. In fact, I didn't like it. It doesn't have the tear-inducing factor that should be present in all Korean dramas. And the male leads aren't handsome! &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;

And what the hell is wrong with their wardrobe?! So damn ugly. Urghk. Especially the stuff that &lt;a href="http://www.jeongjihun.com" target=new&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt; had to wear - the ugly jackets, shirts, ties, scarfts, pants. &lt;em&gt;*shudder*&lt;/em&gt; And they made Ji Eun wear flirty mini skirts to clean the house, run in heels, and cycle in heels too. How retarded. Another thing that irritated me was that almost every outfit that &lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/korean_Han_Eun-jeong.php" target=new&gt;Han Eun Jeong&lt;/a&gt; wore had to show her colourful bra-straps. That is so passe! Not to mention disgusting. Oh, and I hated the names of the characters too. The Chinese translations, at least. Zhi'en, Yingzai, Huiyuan, Minhe. Yuck. Super ugly names.

Junxi, Enxi, Xin'ai and Taixi... sounds so much better. I still prefer &lt;a href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/#autumn" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endless Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Still my fave.

&lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/fichier_diaporama.php?id_fichier=3399&amp;debut_diaporama=1&amp;page=film&amp;table_page=films&amp;en_pause=1" target=new&gt;More Full House pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113397976328233276?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113397976328233276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113397976328233276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113386450669226926</id><published>2005-12-06T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:24:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day = Happy Girl</title><content type='html'>Made a short trip into Singapore today, just to pick up some stuff that I needed. Am feeling very very happy now, cos I can finally charge my handphone that has been dead for days. I forgot to bring it back last Friday! Scatterbrain Daphne. Tsk tsk tsk.

With that, I also managed to get my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/olayclarity.jpg" target=new&gt;Olay Clarity Fresh Cleanser&lt;/a&gt; from my room.

I swear nothing comes in a close second to this facial cleanser. I've been using the ones that my mom and sister has at home, and my face has been feeling very uncomfortable. For one, Serene uses some Pond's whitening cleanser, and I'm not to thrilled about having my face whitened while the rest of my body is trying to be tanned. Haha. My mommy, on the other hand, uses some apricot scrub that has microbeads in them. Everytime I wash my face with that, I feel like my face is gonna come off. Haha!

So now I'm happy. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I know I'm vain, just having my favourite facial cleanser with me can make me so happy.

I also remembered to bring my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/320/PanoxylAcnegel5.0.jpg" target=new&gt;PanOxyl Acnegel 5&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. Again, I don't use any other acne treatment cream except this one. I think I'm such a fussy pot. Well, it's really good, this. It dries up any pimple or acne spot within a few hours. Just use it before you go to bed, and when you wake up, voila!

I think I should be concerned about other things like toner and moisturizer too, but I'm not. Haha!

Well, you know what's the best thing about my trip to SG today?

I got my &lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/korean_movie_Full_House.php" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=647" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DVD box set. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

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So I'd say, what a fruitful trip! &lt;strong&gt;: P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113386450669226926?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113386450669226926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113386450669226926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-day-happy-girl.html' title='Good Day = Happy Girl'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113381324008214342</id><published>2005-12-06T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T04:07:20.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime horrors</title><content type='html'>I realise that I've been getting either very little sleep or lots of interrupted sleep because, simply, I'm too afraid to go to bed. I try to occupy myself with reading and watching movies until I'm too tired, with my eyelids drooping and my mind ready to shut down, because I'm afraid of the moments before sleep takes over, the moments when I lie in bed, wondering, thinking, imagining, remembering.

That's what I've been doing. I cannot remember a night during which I have not fallen asleep with the lights on, with a book in my hand or in front of the TV, because I haven't properly "gone to bed" for a long time. I stay up late, and let myself doze off, not "go to sleep".

Why do I do this to myself? I can see the consequences clearly in my eyes, my complexion, my lethargy and fatigue.

But I guess I'm really afraid of remembering some things at bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113381324008214342?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113381324008214342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113381324008214342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/bedtime-horrors.html' title='Bedtime horrors'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113379655268916092</id><published>2005-12-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:31:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind being alone at night when I'm at home</title><content type='html'>Slept past dinner, so I'm feeling abit hungry now. Just abit, though. Not enough to make me go to the kitchen to cook anything. So I shall just settle for Milo. It's weird how I don't feel like eating when I haven't had anything to eat all day except for a chocolate chip cookie the size of maybe, half my palm.

Had a refreshing shower, and my Desperate Housewives Season 2 Episode 10 has been downloaded. Am just gonna watch it in awhile, after my hair is dry.

I discovered a bottle of Dettol body wash tonight, in my parents' bathroom, so I used that instead. I love Dettol - the medicated smell makes me feel so clean. It's my second favourite body wash, next to the &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/09/sensual-mmm.html" target=new&gt;Palmolive Aromatherapy Sensual and Anti-Stress&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. I love to take showers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113379655268916092?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113379655268916092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113379655268916092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-mind-being-alone-at-night-when.html' title='I don&apos;t mind being alone at night when I&apos;m at home'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113376793805788154</id><published>2005-12-05T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:32:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bad day</title><content type='html'>I'm such a retard that sometimes, that I amaze myself. I woke up around noon today, and hastily got dressed to leave for Singapore. I intended to go back for a few hours today, for Scrabble training, as well as to get my HP charger from my room.

I left the house in about 20 minutes, and had just locked the front gate, when I realised that I forgot to bring the keys to my Hall room. So I attempted to get back into the house, only to realise that I'd unwittingly locked myself out, cos of the faulty front door. Dad had warned me not to turn the key twice, cos it will jam if I do, but I forgot. So I was locked out.

Well, I'll figure that out later when I get back, I thought. In the meantime, if I hurried, I'd be able to get a spare key from the Hall Office. So I set off again, and waited at the bus stop for a whole 45 minutes before the bus arrived. The journey to the 2nd link JB customs was okay, I had a book to keep me occupied and take my mind off the long journey - I hate travelling alone, usually.

When I arrived at the customs, however, it suddenly dawned upon me that I had forgotten to bring my passport. I was so angry with myself that I wanted to bang my head against the wall like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dobby" target=new&gt;Dobby&lt;/a&gt;.

So I had to walk to the other side of the customs, and then take a bus back to Bukit Indah.

Smarty pants. Wasted money and time. I'll have to make the trip again tomorrow. In the mean time, I'll go and shut my ears in the oven door or something. Or go and take a nap. Maybe when I wake up, everything will seem alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113376793805788154?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113376793805788154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113376793805788154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-bad-day.html' title='What a bad day'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113371975402892045</id><published>2005-12-05T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T02:17:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Joe Young</title><content type='html'>Today was a bad day - I got really pissed off (not to mention disappointed) with my sister -  but I won't dwell on the bad part. 

In the evening, as I was having dinner, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120751/" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mighty Joe Young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on TV. 

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It was such a touching show. I can't remember ever having watched it before, but I might just have. No recollection whatsoever, though.

Charlize Theron is so beautiful. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I actually cried during the movie - when Joe "died". Except, of course, he didn't really die, just passed out from jumping off the ferris wheel. Haha.

I'm tired. Sleepy, actually, despite waking up at 3pm this afternoon, and napping for 2 hours in the evening (after the movie). It must be the aftermath of being sleep-starved all semester. Am thinking of re-watching one of my favourite movies, &lt;a href="http://www.sepet.com.my/" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.

It's funny how almost all my favourite movies come from the times with this particular ex-boyfriend of mine. The one known as The Boy, and whose identity I have never revealed up till today, except to a few close friends. &lt;em&gt;Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Sepet, The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt;. Those are my favourite movies. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

Rachel and I are trying to get hold of these 2 movies: Before Sunrise and Before Sunset. Till then, I'll just satisfy myself by reading the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/joeyhuang2001/b4sunrise01.html" target=new&gt;movie script of &lt;em&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.

For now, I'll just finish up the Harry Potter series in reverse chronological order. Haha. I read &lt;em&gt;Half-Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt; last week, then &lt;em&gt;Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;, and now I'm at &lt;em&gt;Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt;. Will write a lengthy entry on the movie and the book once I'm done with the book! Stay tuned! Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113371975402892045?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113371975402892045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113371975402892045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/mighty-joe-young.html' title='Mighty Joe Young'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113364182713347122</id><published>2005-12-04T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T06:47:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Uncluttered Look!</title><content type='html'>Nyah nyah nyah. I coded my new template. Hah. Okay, it's not much of a template, but plain is nice, right? Hahah! I'm too stupid to do anything fancy.

But still, I spent hours on it. Aiyah! So retarded. I don't wanna do anymore.

I'm actually working on several other templates. But I sorta got angry with them, cos they weren't looking the way I wanted them to.

I'm just tired of complicated blog templates. My new templates (when they are ready) are all simple and uncluttered. I'm thinking of clearing up all the links on my blog too. Somehow. But I'm too lazy to do that right now. Hur hur.

Do you know what's the best thing about this template?

Highlight this: [&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Got my picture leh! Haha! &lt;b&gt;: P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;] Haha!

On a more evil note, I got really really bored. So I wrecked &lt;a href="http://www.xiangying.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;.

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And for the record, the &lt;a href="http://www.xiangying.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;owner of this blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; Hello Kitty. Haha! But I'm happy. I'm evil.

I even left a note. Haha! I think &lt;a href="http://www.xiangying.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt;'s gonna freak out. &lt;strong&gt;: D&lt;/strong&gt; Ooo. I'm evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113364182713347122?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113364182713347122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113364182713347122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-uncluttered-look.html' title='The New Uncluttered Look!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113362491084276483</id><published>2005-12-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:48:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change, maybe</title><content type='html'>I want to change my blogskin! Today today today. Today is a good day for changing blogskins. But does that mean I have to un-adopt my IncyWincy? &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;

What if my new blogskin is something like &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=43934&amp;action=Preview" target=new&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? Or &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=44851&amp;action=Preview" target=new&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? It would just be so wrong!

*sighs* I've spent the last 1 hour on &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com" target=new&gt;Blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;, trying to get a nice one. Failing miserably, so far. The ones I find nice are too small. The ones that aren't nice, are of the perfect size. What's wrong with them? Can't they do something big and nice? Boo.

Found some interesting ones though. The concept of &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=60759&amp;action=Preview" target=new&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; is interesting. You can change the background colors by clicking on the "flavours"!

My perfect blogskin has only one scrollbar. I hate those with more than one. For example, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=34039&amp;action=Preview" target=new&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. It really is extremely irritating. More irritating than small spaces. This one manages to have both. Small spaces, and three scrollbars too many. Bleah. Pretty, though.

I'm torn between having a kiddy-looking one, and a more *ahem* matured-looking one. And should I go for bright cheery colours, or stick to black? Black is kinda depressing, but it doesn't hurt your eyes! White is bad!

Haiya. So troublesome, this blogskin thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113362491084276483?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113362491084276483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113362491084276483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-for-change-maybe.html' title='Time for a change, maybe'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113351621796250166</id><published>2005-12-02T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:36:58.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading: A Kingdom of Dreams - Judith McNaught</title><content type='html'>I'm home! And I'm home alone. Haha. I think this is the first time. But that makes me miss my family even more, cos I realise that we're always home together. This time round though, no one is at home. Everyone's at a different place.

Anyway, it feels good to be home again, as always. I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.mcnaughtized.com/kingdomofdreams.html" target=new&gt;a book&lt;/a&gt; from the book rental store at Clementi, on my way back. Had to go to Ngee Ann Poly to get the keys from Serene, as I didn't have a set with me - strange, huh? Met up with Ruikun for awhile, to pass him Ying's parcel. I couldn't meet Ying cos she lost her HP and I couldn't contact her. I wish I got through to her earlier though, it would have saved all of us alot of trouble. I could've just dropped it off at her place at Clementi before heading to Jurong East to take a bus back to JB. Anyhow, I guess she can get it from RK now. Haha.

Yesterday was fun. I went out in the morning with Weiqing, Chen An and Ken. We caught a movie at Jurong Point, and had a very interesting conversation about it. I'm glad that we found so much to talk about. It's nice to have friends who know what you're talking about, and who are interested in listening to what you have to say. We split up soon after the movie; Weiqing headed back to hall, while the rest of us boarded the MRT and headed East. I was on my way to Bugis, to the agency.

Handed in my timesheet, and talked to Joyce for abit. It's good to maintain good relations and pop by to see your agent once in a while cos it ensures that she does not forget you, ie she will remember to call you for job assignments. Haha. I must also remember to send her something for Christmas, to thank her for always remembering to call me, even during the times when I was so busy with Tribune, and was unable to take up job assignments.

After that, I went over to Aldred's, for an Aura OG gathering. Quite a number of people were there, and there was way too much food. I didn't eat much cos I was so tired by the time I got there. Watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0304141/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. When it was time to leave, Hew Hui's Mom drove us to Ang Mo Kio MRT station, and Grace and I headed back towards Boon Lay (she had Jam Band practice in Hall). Had a chat with Grace, and it struck me how young the girls in my OG are. They're just 19. I'm 3 years older (too old) and I've seen alot more of the world in just that 3 short years. Maybe I'm really old. Haha.

Anyway, since we left late, I reached SAC late for Union meeting. Just slightly late - they were halfway through the passing of the minutes of the previous meeting. Didn't miss much. Well, meeting was rather informative, though I was disappointed in many of my fellow Excos. What people say about us is (to a certain extent) true, and it seems like no matter how hard I try, I will remain incapable of changing their mindsets (both the public and the Excos). I shan't say further, cos that would only cause trouble for both parties.

I nearly dozed off during the meeting, cos I was so tired. The meeting lasted nearly 4 hours, and by the time I got back to Hall, I was so tired that I didn't want to do anything else. Finished reading the last 5 chapters of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0747581088/203-2131863-2317556" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then went to bed.

Oh, I managed to &lt;strike&gt;burn&lt;/strike&gt; char a microwaveable pizza 2 nites ago - am I queen of the kitchen or what? I'm honestly astounded by the extent of my culinary skills. I hope I don't burn the kitchen down preparing dinner tonight, or I'll definitely incur the wrath of Mommy, who adores her beloved kitchen.

Gonna go continue reading my &lt;a href="http://www.mcnaughtized.com/kingdomofdreams.html" target=new&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; now.

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Haha. I like romance novels. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113351621796250166?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113351621796250166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113351621796250166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/12/reading-kingdom-of-dreams-judith.html' title='Reading: A Kingdom of Dreams - Judith McNaught'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113336056681552094</id><published>2005-11-30T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:33:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to: Zhang Hui Mei - Jiao Ao</title><content type='html'>I'm so used to waking up at about 3pm in the afternoon that I had to drag myself out of bed today at 1:45pm, to go and conduct Boggle selection.

I showered hurriedly (cos I woke up drenched with perspiration - it was humid cos it'd just rained), and went down to the Rec Room. Well, I was 10 minutes late, but still early.

The Boggle team is more depressing than the Scrabble team. At least, with Scrabble, we have Chen An and Wei Hong, so it's not too bad. Haha! And Ken and Weiqing are improving day by day.

Anyway, after Boggle training, Weiqing and I had a game of Scrabble. Which didn't turn out so good. But I admit, I had the upperhand, cos I drew alot of high-scoring tiles like J, X, Z, Q, K; while she had alot of vowels.

We only had one game cos I wasn't feeling too good. I got my menses today! Yucks. I hate this time of the month. Anyway, I came back to my room to lie down for abit, and ended up with my laptop in bed, watching &lt;a href="http://flightplan.movies.go.com/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flightplan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/deucebigaloweuropeangigolo/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which Weiqing passed to me in her external drive last night. She also passed me the DVDs for &lt;a href="http://www.mbcpro.co.kr/CC/synopsis/public_html/english/pg/detail.asp?idx=51" target=new&gt;Jewel in the Palace&lt;/a&gt;, but I decided not to watch it. It's too auntie-ish, and it's 70 freaking episodes. My tolerance for draggy shows has a limit! Anyway, the movies:

&lt;a href="http://flightplan.movies.go.com/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flightplan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was a pretty good watch. I actually believed that Jodie Foster's character, Kyle Pratt, was imagining her daughter's existence, or maybe, her daughter's presence on the flight. She seemed to be mad with grief until she almost believed that she had imagined it herself. Until she saw the "heart" that Julie had traced on the fogged-up window at their seat on the plane. Well, I thought Foster was brilliant, as always. What I didn't like was that they didn't elaborate on how the hijacker (Peter Sarsgaard) had caused her husband to die. Neither did they show the events leading up to the hijack, and why they chose this particular family. The li'l girl, Julie, was very pretty, and her forlorn look really made it seem like she was traumatized by her father's death - I even thought that she was so disturbed that it was possible she crawled into hiding in a corner of the plane, somehow. I liked the movie, and the twist, which I thought was revealed just a tad too early.

&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/deucebigaloweuropeangigolo/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was a stupid and crude movie. I didn't laugh at all. It was so incredulous that I kept "tcheh!"-ing throughout the 1 hr 20 minutes of the show. It's really very retarded (yes, worse than &lt;a href="www.imdb.com/title/tt0205000/" target=new&gt;the first part&lt;/a&gt;). If anyone hasn't watched it and is looking for some laughs, you'd do better looking at your hamster frolicking in its cage.

Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I'm having a movie outing with Weiqing and Chen An. Yay. Scrabble-people outing. I really like Weiqing. She reminds me of Elaine. Blur-blur and abit silly. Haha.

I miss Elaine. She's not gonna be home this Christmas. She'll probably be having a blast somewhere in Europe, holidaying. Haha. I'm so envious! I think she's going to Rome. She'll be home next summer though. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

Anyway, after the movie tomorrow, I'll be going to Bugis to see Joyce - need to hand in the time sheet tomorrow. After that, I'm gonna rush down to Yio Chu Kang to Aldred's place for an OG meeting. It's a pot luck party sort of thing - but I don't know what to bring. I'll have to buy something - maybe some snack for tea-time cos by the time I get there, it's about tea-time. Haha.

After that, it's time for Union meeting. And then, maybe I'll be meeting Mikeller for a chat. We haven't met up in a long time. Jess is coming back soon so we'll probably all arrange to meet up with the girls. We owe Jess and Yihui a birthday celebration too! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. Our clique's grown even more distant in the past one year, tho I know that I can still always count on them if I need them - that's what &lt;em&gt;jie mei&lt;/em&gt; is. It's quite sad that we don't meet up as often, and we don't even talk that often anymore. Even Jess and I, who used to be very close despite the distance between us, have grown apart cos of each of our own busy schedules. Mimi and I have less chances to meet up now cos of my Union work. It's all just very terrifying - how I hardly have time for anything else.

I'm just thinking - maybe the reason why I'm distant from my friends now is actually &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. The reason is probably that I've changed. Maybe it's not anyone's fault - just mine. I've changed, I've become a different person altogether. Sometimes, I'm with friends whom I've known for a long time, or friends that I'm supposedly close to, and I think - why is it that I don't feel the way I used to, anymore? Could it be that they've changed? Or have I?

After awhile, it becomes painfully clear that it's not them - it's me.

Tomorrow is gonna be a long day, so I guess I'd better go to bed now - or I'll be late! We're catching a 10:30am show at JP!

&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm glad I still have friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113336056681552094?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113336056681552094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113336056681552094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/listening-to-zhang-hui-mei-jiao-ao.html' title='Listening to: Zhang Hui Mei - Jiao Ao'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113320922898167274</id><published>2005-11-29T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T04:33:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free entertainment</title><content type='html'>I feel so happy. I have movies to watch, books to read. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; And nothing else to do.

Enough material for entertainment to last me a week or more.

&lt;a href="http://www.thepianistmovie.com/" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pianist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (movie) and material to read on the Holocaust, including &lt;a href="http://www.spikemagazine.com/0900celan.php" target=new&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;
Dan Brown's &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/davinci_code/reviews.html" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dan Brown's &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/angels_demons/reviews.html" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dan Brown's &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/deception_point/reviews.html" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deception Point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dan Brown's &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/digital_fortress/reviews.html" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digital Fortress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Desperate Housewives (Season 2, Episode 9)
&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0747581088/203-2131863-2317556" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (re-read)

See, I'm finally gonna do all the things I wanted to do. Happy girl. I'm actually in the middle of the movie The Pianist now, and I just downloaded DH episode 9, so I'm gonna watch that after the movie. Haha.

After I get through all these, I'm gonna go to the library at JP and borrow more books. I won't be bored again for a long time. Haha!

Another Scrabble training session tomorrow. That's good too, I guess, though it really is a disaster. But nevermind, cos I love Scrabble anyway. Am thinking of going to look for Kenny to play with him too. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113320922898167274?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113320922898167274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113320922898167274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/free-entertainment.html' title='Free entertainment'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113319279545807332</id><published>2005-11-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:49:08.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaise</title><content type='html'>Life is good. Today I slept till 2:30 or so; didn't even bother to set the alarm to wake up. It feels so good to be able to wake up at any time you feel like.

Crawled to the computer and drank some coffee to wake myself up. Then decided to read some stuff online, before taking a shower. Then I drank a cup of Complan strawberry nutritional pack, before going down for Scrabble training.

I think Hall 4 Scrabble team is hopeless. Oh no. How? I was nearly in tears by the time I finished playing 2 games with Ken, Weiqing, and Xiaohui.

Afterwards, we played with a senior called Chen An. He's good! So there's still abit of hope. Me, Ken and Chen An will play singles, and let the rest play doubles. That way, at least we have more chances of moving on to the next round. The players are just not dedicated enough. I miss my Hall 10 Scrabble team. Boo. Mark! You Reng! Ni! &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;*sighs*&lt;/i&gt; I miss them.

We used to have Scrabble camp during the December holidays. The team was very dedicated and passionate about the game. I miss it.

Anyway, Chen An and I went for dinner at Canteen 1, then came back and played singles against each other. It was good. I enjoyed playing with him alot. That's about it.

I'm now whining to Rachel on MSN about not having Korean dramas to watch. I want to buy, but no money. Anyone got any that I can borrow? Lend me &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;, then I can save money. I'm so free now that I can finish watching a whole set of 20 episodes within a day. Haha.

Give me Korean dramaaaa! &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;

Malaise. The throat is feeling abit scratchy. Too much chocolate, possibly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113319279545807332?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113319279545807332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113319279545807332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/malaise.html' title='Malaise'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113310547193070367</id><published>2005-11-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:31:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at Sitex 2005</title><content type='html'>Finally Sitex is over. I don't think I've hated any roadshow this much. This morning I was like a leaking faucet - my nose, I mean. So I took a &lt;a href="http://www.schering-plough.com.au/site/myallergies/layout/otherah/otherah_002.htm" target=new&gt;Clarinase&lt;/a&gt; pill.

Thereafter, I felt light-headed, jelly-legged, numb and drowsy the entire day. Bad bad bad.

Even lunch tasted horrible to me. I ate alone today - just a quick break, about 15 minutes or so, before going back to standing and giving out flyers, and answering (stupid) questions.

You know how teachers always say, "There is no such thing as a stupid question"? Well, that's a lie. Somehow, many many many many (more than the number of toes and fingers of all the staff of SingTel added together) customers ask stupid questions all throughout the day. It's not so tiring standing there for 11 or 12 straight hours as answering stupid questions over and over again, while smiling and pretending that they are so interesting to answer.

I think I should get the "most cheerful employee award". Somehow, the Clarinase made it easier to continue smiling. Cos I was numb by then.

Today &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-megafair-day-1.html" target=new&gt;my favourite handphone promoter&lt;/a&gt; was there too. I think he was at the (brand) booth, or Starhub booth. Not sure. Anyways, he came by the SingTel booth to talk to his fellow promoters of the same handphone brand. Haha. He said I looked pale today. Bleah. But &lt;em&gt;aiyo&lt;/em&gt;! He's so cute! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

Oh, and there's this guy (he's one of the persons in-charge at the fair, some manager, I think) at the roadshow. Ahh. He's so... nice. Haha. For want of a better word. He's not exactly very handsome, but above average, and he's very nice. Gives me tingles when he talks to me. Haha. And he knows my name! Wooooo... &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

Haha. So extreme, my tastes - one too young (the HP promoter) and the other so matured and suave (the manager).

Nothing else exciting happened today. Oh, I saw the IT technician from PJC. Haha! He still remembers me! Erm. Haha.

&lt;em&gt;Wah lao&lt;/em&gt;. My life is damn boring.

I just downloaded the entire album of the soundtracks of &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=647"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (浪漫满屋) - I can't wait to watch the drama. Haha. Gonna borrow it from Angela soon! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113310547193070367?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113310547193070367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113310547193070367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-day-at-sitex-2005.html' title='Last day at Sitex 2005'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113301971637746985</id><published>2005-11-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:41:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded parents</title><content type='html'>I woke up on the wrong side of my bed this morning, feeling all grumpy. I have a feeling that I always get out of the wrong side of the bed cos the other side is against the wall. But I digress. So I was feeling all tired, grouchy, and irritable from a serious lack of sleep - having posted my last post at 3:51am this morning - and mornings aren't really a great time to piss me off.

One apple and one can of Nescafe regular coffee later, I left my room visibly tired, and was looking forward to the hour-long nap on the train. Got onto the train and scrambled to get one of those two-seaters cos no window opposite, so no sun! Sometimes I think I'm a genius. Anyway. I put on my shades, my cap, my jacket, hugged my bag close to me, and started nodding off. Somewhere around Clementi or Dover, a bawling kid got on to the train and woke me up!

Argh! So irritated! What's more, the kid (a 3 or 4 year old boy) and his Mom (a well-dressed English-speaking 30-ish woman) decided to sit very close to me. Okay, about 10 metres away. That's still pretty close, considering the racket that li'l bugger was making.

His incessant crying was soon followed by a rolling performance on the floor. Yes. The li'l bugger started rolling about on the floor, and his mother made no attempt to stop him, only to tell him every once in a while to stop crying.

I was super irritated. Needless to say, I didn't get my nap. He cried all the way from Clementi to Tanah Merah (some 20 stops later), without stopping for more than 5 seconds at any one point in time. I was controlling myself, supressing the urge to go and pick him off the floor, and throw him out of the train when the door next opened. I grit my teeth, clenched my fists, and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. The lady next to me tutted a few times, shook her head, and turned up the volume of her MP3 player. Well, good for her, she got off just a couple of stops later. Me? I had to endure his ceaseless bawling!

Just before I got off at Tanah Merah Interchange (I was going to Expo for work), I realised what was wrong with the bugger. He'd peed in his pampers, and was feeling very uncomfortable. And his idiot of a mother simply refused to get off at any stop before her destination, to change him. Oh. My. Gosh. What an idiotic woman! Hello! He peed in his pampers before he got onto the train, can't you just change it for him instead of letting him endure the wetness of it for an entire hour or so?

Of course, I gave her a piece of my mind before I got off. "At least, have the decency not to interrupt other people's ride. If you're not ashamed at how your son is behaving, maybe you should look around and start noticing that everyone is staring, with a very amused, or very disgusted/irritated look on their face. A piece of pampers cost maybe $1, getting out of the train to go to the toilet will cost you maybe another $1 extra."

And I walked off. She just stared stupidly at me while trying to stop her son from pulling his pants off in public.

Some people are such idiots that they don't deserve to be parents. Of course, it goes without saying that the rest of my day was ruined, and I had to make myself happy with another 4 cans of Nescafe over the next 11 hours. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113301971637746985?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113301971637746985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113301971637746985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/retarded-parents.html' title='Retarded parents'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113294829862100248</id><published>2005-11-26T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:51:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When darkness envelopes me</title><content type='html'>I feel very lonely tonight. There's no one in hall anymore. Everyone's gone home. Not a sound to be heard. Not the rushing footsteps past my door, not the merry din made by the mahjong gang downstairs, not the laughing voices of the guys yelling from across each others' rooms, not the welcome sounds of MSN messages blinking in my taskbar, not the clear jangle of the handphone's ringtones with incoming messages or calls. Not a sound.

Tonight I feel especially lonely because I notice how little I say these days. I don't talk much when I'm back here cos there isn't really anyone to talk to anymore. That is to say, I don't utter words as much as I type them on my blog or in instant messages over the internet.

Tonight feels especially weird because I haven't been talking to a particular friend of mine, since that minor disagreement we had a couple of nights ago. It was just a remark on his part, but it sent tears rolling down my cheeks. Maybe I've been too sensitive. But it dug up many old, bad memories - things I've been trying to let go of for months now. It's over, I tell everyone, but there are still certain little things that I cannot forget, maybe because of the circumstances at the time. Those nagging bits haunt me, and what that friend said to me that night just brought it all back. I cried for a long time after that.

Maybe it hurt more than it really should because he has become more important to me than we both realise in the last couple of months. Sometimes he's the only person I talk to for days on end, when I keep to myself for fear of talking to others. Even though we don't meet up, or call each other on the phone, or do those things that close friends do, I feel that he knows me better than he thinks; better than the people who are physically around me, probably because he listens to me more than others do. Even though he says that whatever he knows of me is only through MSN. I still do think that he's somewhat understood my character. Well, except for that bit of judgment that he passed on me.

I'm really not like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. I don't expect everyone to know, but I guess it hurts when people you think understand you well, misjudge you. This is the 2nd time it's happened in the last couple of months - though on different issues - and it hurts.

But no matter what happens, I can still brush it aside and say that it's all right, that I am not hurt, and I can smile and joke again. But in the darkness of the night, that's when I'm most afraid of being alone. And tonight I am.

也许我已经不再是你以前认识的我了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113294829862100248?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113294829862100248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113294829862100248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-darkness-envelopes-me.html' title='When darkness envelopes me'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113294179178802264</id><published>2005-11-26T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:03:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>遇见你的时候就觉得好烦. 而不在你身边的时候又想念你.

I think I'm just like that - indecisive. But then again, I will not change my mind, because I've already decided.

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A certain someone who used to like me back in secondary school messaged me tonight. We haven't met up for a very very long time, and he asked me what I'm like now. It made me think back on who I've become.

Grouchy, cynical, pessimistic, unfeeling, cold.

I think that's who I am now. But it's okay. It's better not to feel so much - you only get hurt; and what's worse, you get hurt &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; other people. I don't wanna do that anymore. I need to learn the true essence of the saying "Don't make your problem my problem".

That way, I save myself alot of trouble.

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It's back to work tomorrow. I have been resting all day today, and only getting off my bed to eat, or to go to the toilet. Or replenish my supply of tissues.

Working at Sitex is a horror, really. So crowded. I hate crowds. But then again, every roadshow is crowded. If it wasn't, it'll be a failure, I guess. Haha.

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I can't wait to see you again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113294179178802264?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113294179178802264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113294179178802264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113293743849893544</id><published>2005-11-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:28:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Love</title><content type='html'>I was ill today, so I didn't go to work. I must still be unused to working. 真没用. All I did was work for a day at Sitex, and I fell ill. Woke up with a fever and sore throat. So I took leave from work, and stayed home all day. I slept and watched VCDs. Just brought a set of Korean drama serial from home: &lt;a href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/#autumn" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endless Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (秋天的童话). Read &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/korea_endlesslove.shtml" target=new&gt;a review here&lt;/a&gt;.

Ah. So tragic. I think my favourite parts of the show are from the first 2-3 episodes, where Junxi and Enxi were still kids. They were so adorable. And their innocence was so real. I really like those child actors. The most heart-wrenching scene has got to be the part when the child Enxi was seated in the dining room of the house she grew up in, with the four mugs that Junxi painted. She kissed each one goodbye, and in doing so, left the only family that she'd ever known up till then. And when she was running behind the car, before the family left for America, thus leaving her behind. I felt so sad for her. And each time she said 哥, I felt so pained. The melancholy in her voice.

I hated seeing the way Enxi lost all the colour in her complexion after she was diagnosed with leukemia. I hated the way Junxi wasted so many precious moments denying the reality of her illness. Oh yeah, and I hated Xin'ai and Youmei alot. Bleah.

I think I am still feeling too much a part of the story, even though I've put the last VCD back in the box. So so so tragic! Aiyo. I must snap out of it. Haha. How to work like this tomorrow? Bleah.

And I've changed my "favourite Korean actor"! Haha. It's not Bae Yong Joon anymore! It's now... &lt;em&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;center&gt;Song Seung Heun

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Haha. I must stop being so fickle minded. Hehe! Nevermind, I like!

This is a still from the movie. He's so handsome! Haha I love the small eyes. Ooops.

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The reviewer from that website that I pointed to was blind to his goodlooks! She kept saying that Won Bin looks more handsome. I disagree! Something must be wrong with her. Crazy &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. I don't think Won Bin is good looking.

And here are the child actors who played the young Junxi and Enxi:

&lt;center&gt;Choi Woo Hyuk as Junxi
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/400/endless%20love-3.jpg"&gt;


Moon Geun Yeung as Enxi
&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/233/979/400/endless%20love-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

Aren't they adorable? Aiya! I need to stop drooling. And stop doing that flashback thing that Korean dramas do. The scenes still keep replaying in my head. Maybe a shower will freshen me up. Then it's time to do something else. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113293743849893544?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113293743849893544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113293743849893544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/endless-love.html' title='Endless Love'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113276766002605267</id><published>2005-11-24T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:45:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid girls</title><content type='html'>Was just about to go to bed, when all of a sudden, I saw a message blinking in my Taskbar. I was gonna ignore the message cos I saw that the nick was unfamiliar, ie from someone I didn't know well probably, and it most likely wasn't urgent. But a nagging feeling told me that I should look at the message.

So I did.

And it was a friend that I got to know about 1 year ago. Shall not name him here, but it's a friend that I got to know pretty well for the short period of time that we got to know each other. We hung out alot during that period of time, and he was a really nice guy, with a happy-go-lucky and cheerful disposition. We got along well with the one thing we had in common: Scrabble.

Anyway, his message tonight seemed desperate. His nickname spoke of depression and shattered dreams.

I hadn't spoken to him since 10 months ago, maybe. And I found out that in the last 6 months, he'd gotten married, attempted suicide once, got jailed and sent to IMH for that, all because his wife is filing for a divorce.

Apparently, she doesn't like married life that much, and she feels like she doesn't have the freedom she wants and needs. He says that she still goes clubbing weekly, and he doesn't mind it one bit. He also says that she told him that she didn't love him anymore.

Now tell me, how the hell is anyone supposed to fall out of love and this whole marriage thing so quickly? Within 6 months? Just last month, before they signed the application for their HDB flat, she decided suddenly that she wanted a divorce. Can you imagine how it shattered the poor guy? Instead of moving another step forward in their relationship, she's cancelling the whole thing!

I can't do anything for him - only listen to him, and utter some words of consolation from time to time, and let him know that I am listening. I can only sympathize, and tell him I'm sorry to hear about it. It's at times like this that I feel so helpless and useless, as a friend. I wish I could do more for him. But I can't.

If you don't want to get married, if you can't deal with the "loss of freedom" that comes with marriage, then please don't. After 400 guests at a wedding dinner, $20,000, and alot of empty words, you decide that you don't love him anymore? That's so unfair.

My heart aches for him. Though I might not know him very very well, I know that he's a good guy, and definitely someone who is loyal and faithful till the end. He doesn't deserve this.

If we think our life is bad... &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113276766002605267?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113276766002605267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113276766002605267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-girls.html' title='Stupid girls'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113266396388274420</id><published>2005-11-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:52:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life?</title><content type='html'>Lying on the comfy sofa, surrounded by soft pillows. Propping up a good book against my knees, and eating ice cream out of a huge mug, on a rainy night.

No life?

&lt;strong&gt;This is life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113266396388274420?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113266396388274420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113266396388274420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-life.html' title='No life?'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113265543743517693</id><published>2005-11-22T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:31:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream skirt</title><content type='html'>Ohmigosh ohmigosh. Tell me if this is not the most beautiful denim skirt ever!

&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/anfezrafitchpremiumrhinestonebig.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/anfezrafitchpremiumrhinestonesmall.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Click to see a larger picture&lt;/center&gt;

Isn't it absolutely gorgeous? I saw it at the &lt;a href="http://www.abercrombie.com" target=new&gt;A&amp;F&lt;/a&gt; website earlier this afternoon, but it's US$128! I daren't imagine the look on my Dad's face if I were to buy this. Haha. Does anyone know where I can get something similar? I really adore the rhinestones on the skirt! &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt; So beautiful. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113265543743517693?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113265543743517693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113265543743517693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dream-skirt.html' title='My dream skirt'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113263415779347384</id><published>2005-11-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:37:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again! : )</title><content type='html'>I really really hate it when people don't reply to my SMS or MSN messages. Hello, it's not like I want to chat with you, but this is work - please get your priorities right! I am already trying my best not to bother you unnecessarily, so please get this straight - I expect replies when I ask for your input.

Idiot.

Right then. Moving on to a brighter note, I'm home in JB! I got home just an hour ago. Didn't sleep last night cos I was sleeping the entire day yesterday, save for short intervals when I woke up to look for something to eat (fruits and cereal). Anyway, I couldn't sleep last night - it was horrid. I tossed and turned, and finally got up to MSN, listen to music, surf, and play internet Scrabble. IHRG is coming soon. I am happily anticipating it. Lalala. Must study soon. And must arrange for training soon.

The trip home this morning was rather fast. I got home within less than 2 hours. But because I was in a hurry to leave, I forgot to leave some stuff for Lance (roomie's BF) outside the door. Oops. I feel so bad. But when I remembered, I was already on the bus going towards JP. Bleah. Hope he doesn't get pissed with me, haha. I'll be going home tomorrow night, so I will be able to pass it to him then.

I actually intended to stay in JB till Friday, or even Sunday, depending on whether I had to work or not. But this morning, as I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop, Joyce (from the agency) called, and said that there was a roadshow this weekend - Thursday to Sunday. Of course I jumped at the offer, because Christmas is coming, and it would be nice to have some money to buy presents! Haha. So there, I'll be working this weekend at Singapore Expo, usual roadshow hours. &lt;em&gt;*yawns*&lt;/em&gt; Such terribly long hours, and the journey to and from Expo is already enough to kill. From one extreme end of Singapore to the other. Bleah. It is a 2 hour journey, by bus then train.

Okay, think of the money! Haha. Each day gets me a hundred bucks or so, so that's pretty good, eh. Am happily anticipating the next pay day now. Haha. Shan't complain no more.

Hmm, this morning I lost my POSB debit card (which is also my ATM card) while I was on my way home. Stupid me. I must have dropped it while I was pulling my phone / wallet out of my bag somewhere. It was in a card holder together with my EZ-Link card. Anyways, that means I have no money! Cos I am going back only tomorrow evening, and the banks would have closed by the time I get back, and I have to work on Thursday morning. The earliest I can get to the bank and get a replacement card, is maybe, Monday. Provided I'm not too shagged out to actually leave the room. Haha.

But yeah, sucks. No card. But Mommy says she will give me some, so yeah! Haha. Mommy rocks.

In the meantime. Woo hoo! I'm home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113263415779347384?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113263415779347384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113263415779347384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-again.html' title='Home again! : )'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113261409133018706</id><published>2005-11-22T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:01:31.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one - cos I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>- If you were a cartoon character, what would you be like? 
Incy wincy! Heh. Okay, Elmo.

- Can you do anything freakish with your body? 
No. I'm no freak. But I can make my body lie on the bed for up to 19 hours. And my body can tolerate hunger like nothing. 30 hours with no food, just water, and it's okay. And I do it pretty often. Is that freaky?

- What feature do you find most attractive on girls/guys? 
On girls: long hair and big eyes. On guys: dimples and big hands. Haha.

- Would you vote for a woman candidate for president? 
Haha. No.

- Would you marry for money? 
I wouldn't marry an uber rich guy just for the sake of his money. But I would also never marry a guy who isn't financially sound. I need to protect myself, right?

- Have you had braces? 
Yes. Haha. I liked 'em.

- Do you wear lip gloss? 
Yeah, lipstick, lipgloss, eyeshadow, foundation, rouge, the works, you know.

- Do you sing in the shower? 
Not unless I'm at home. I live in the hostel most of the time, so I can't do that, in case some bathroom ghost is attracted to my singing. Haha. Or in case someone complains about my singing. Hur hur hur.

- Do you play any sports? 
Softball? Floorball? Hmm. Rarely nowadays, though.

- Could you live without a computer? 
Could you live without air?

- Do you use AOL, MSN, Yahoo, AIM?
MSN and Yahoo.

- If so, how many people are on your list? 
250++

- If you could live in any past, where would it be? 
During the time when Shakespeare lived. I would stop him from writing all those rubbish that Lit students have to read nowadays. Haha. 

- Do you wear white socks? 
Not really, I think I've had enough with white socks from Secondary school and JC days. I have all but white socks in my wardrobe now. Hehe!

- Do you wear shoes? 
Not unless I'm working at roadshows. Otherwise, I just wear heels, sandals or slippers

- What is your favorite fruit? 
Rockmelon, honeydew, kiwi, apple, orange, mango, strawberry, watermelon... Anything but papaya and durian.

- Do you eat wheat bread or white? 
Wheat, if I can help it. White bread is tasteless.

- What is your favorite place to visit? 
Lala-land! And coffee joints.

- Fav DVD? 
The Notebook, Before Sunrise, Before Sunset. If anyone can get me these 3 DVDs (or VCDs) I will love you forever! Haha.

- Do you kiss on the first date?
No! That's wrong. Haha.

- Are you photogenic? 
Photogenic means "I look better in photo than in real life". Erm. I don't know. But I sure like to take photos. Haha.

- Do you dream in color or black and white? 
I don't know. But I hate dreaming cos my dreams are always sad and I always wake up in tears.

- What are you wearing right now? 
Pink shorts, white racerback top, and a red jacket. Believe it or not, it's freezing. I've been in my room for more than 30 hours (going to the washroom only when needed) and the room's been so cold that I've had to wear a jacket the whole time.

- Do you eat a lot of fruit? 
Yep. Lots. My staple diet, actually.

- Do you have dimples?
Yesh. I like them. Sometimes.

- Do you remember being born? 
Huh? I don't have any recollection of my life before kindergarten. And even so, memories of kindergarten up till P3 are hazy. And. I realized yesterday that I don't have a great memory. I forget lots of things. Maybe that explains my obsession with blogging. When I read my archives from 2 years ago, I realise that I don't remember alot of things now. 

- Do you drink alcohol? 
Sometimes. I used to drink lots when I went clubbing, but I don't club anymore, so I guess not.

- Do you like high school?
Ha. No.

- What is the best accent? 
Accents are relative, aren't they? If you speak differently from the people who live in a particular place, then you probably "have an accent". I hope I don't have an accent. Lol. I just wanna be normal, wherever I am. Well, of course we know the British, American, Australian accents. Other than that, I can't tell one from the other.

- Do you like sunsets? 
Yeah. It is the end of another day, which means I am closer to the hour when I can lie in bed and say, "Ahh. Sleep." Haha.

- Do you want to live to be 100? 
No, cos I don't wanna be old and ugly and wrinkled.

- Do you or have you played with a ouija board? 
No and I will never try. Don't mess with the supernatural!

- Are you loyal? 
I'd like to think that I am.

- Are you tolerant of other people's beliefs? 
Yep.

- Is music your life? 
Not really, but I can't imagine life without it either.

- Do you like scary movies? 
&lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/exorcism-of-emily-rose.html" target=new&gt;No.&lt;/a&gt;

- Do you think you can draw well? 
Yeah! Ahem. I think it's one of the few things I can do well.

- At what age did you find out that Santa Clause wasn't real? 
I don't remember. I don't think I actually believed that he was real. My parents never imposed that idea upon us.

- How many pairs of shoes do have in your closet? 
A lot. I've lost count.

- Do you like to wear the same shoes everyday? 
Most of the time

- Do you write poetry? 
Used to, still scribble abit sometimes, but nothing fancy

- Snore? 
Sometimes! Or so Elaine says. Haha.

- Do you sleep more on your back, front, or sides? 
Back, I think. I don't know - need to ask my roomie. Haha!

- Do you like Cats/Dogs? 
Doggy! I love dogs. Just not the drooly and mangy kind. Eek. Not like &lt;a href="http://teacher.scholastic.com/scholasticnews/indepth/harry_potter/images/dog.jpg" target=new&gt;Fang&lt;/a&gt;.

- Do you lick stamps? 
Yeah. Saves time looking for a bottle of glue, doesn't it? But these days, I just buy my stamps from the SAM machine, and it comes as stickers. Lol. No need for licking there.

- Do you use an electric can opener? 
Haha I don't have one. I've never tried one. Oops.

- Have you ridden in a hot air balloon? 
Nope, I think I'd be terrified. Haha.

- Like your name? 
Okay &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, but I wouldn't name myself Daphne, or Yee Von.

- Were you named after anyone? 
I don't think so

- Do you wish on stars? 
Tried - but I don't remember if it worked. Hmm. Forgot what I wished for too. Like I said, I've got a faulty memory.

- Which finger is your favorite? 
My index finger, cos together with my thumb, I can pinch people. Haha!

- When did you last cry? 
&lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-like-heaven.html" target=new&gt;While watching Just Like Heaven&lt;/a&gt;.

- What is your favorite band?
Mayday? Hmm. And maybe Westlife. Haha!

- Who do you admire? 
My dad.

- What is the 1 priority in your life? 
Eh. Hmm. I don't really know. Right now I'm kinda directionless.

- What is your favorite day of the week? 
Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113261409133018706?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113261409133018706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113261409133018706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-one-cos-i-cant-sleep.html' title='Another one - cos I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113258543692850716</id><published>2005-11-21T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:03:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak incident</title><content type='html'>Daphne decides to call for McD's delivery after a whole day of non-eating.

&lt;em&gt;*dials 67773777*&lt;/em&gt;
Electronic voice operator: Welcome to McDonald's delivery service. To place an order, press 1...
&lt;em&gt;*Daphne presses 1*&lt;/em&gt;
Electronic voice operator: ... for general enquiries, press 2...
&lt;em&gt;*Daphne presses 1 again*&lt;/em&gt;
Electronic voice operator: ... for order status or feedback, press 3...
&lt;em&gt;*Daphne presses 1 again, bewildered at how to system isn't logging her entry*&lt;/em&gt;
Daphne: Argh. What is wrong?!
&lt;em&gt;*hangs up and hits Redial*&lt;/em&gt;
Some lady: *mumble mumble mumble*
Daphne: Hi, I'd like to place an order.
Lady: Excuse me, you need an ambulance?
Daphne: Holy shit. I'm sorry! I think I dialed the wrong number. So sorry!
Lady: Okay, thanks for calling. Bye!

Uhm. What happened? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113258543692850716?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113258543692850716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113258543692850716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/freak-incident.html' title='Freak incident'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113256014777851480</id><published>2005-11-21T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:02:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Megafair Day 2</title><content type='html'>This is the first job I've had that I didn't take any pictures to blog about. Well, except the li'l girl that I mentioned yesterday. But I'm not going to put her pic up.

Yesterday was an okay-but-tiring-day; there wasn't much for me to do, cos &lt;a href="http://www.consumer.philips.com/catalog/DE/DECT6231S_05_webImageFullSize.jpg" target=new&gt;the product I was promoting&lt;/a&gt; wasn't getting much response from the megafair-goers at all. In fact it was pretty much ignored. Haha. So I became a roaming promoter. They gave me a 3G phone, and I just went around helping people and answering their queries.

It was okay, but that meant that I couldn't stay around my station to look at &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-megafair-day-1.html" target=new&gt;the cutie&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. When I arrived in the morning, the other girls were discussing him. I just smiled. Haha. I think I'm too old to join in their gushing. So I shall do my gushing "in private" here. Lol.

He was wearing these pair of plastic black rimmed specs yesterday. So cute! Those nerdy-nerdy kind? Yep. His hair was jet black, so it suited him. Anyway, when I first saw him, I was walking by him, and I was like, shocked. The specs were really quite outrageous. Then he was like, "Are my specs really that weird?" Haha. I said that I never saw him in specs before, so it kinda looked "different". Ahem. Haha. Apparently his contact lenses were too dry yesterday and it was uncomfortable. Haha. Anyway, we stayed there and chatted awhile more, then a customer came by his booth, and he had to attend to that lady. So I just smiled at him and left. Haha.

During the course of the day, I was deployed to the entrance for quite a while. The entrance is near the road. Ohmigosh. So much dust from the vehicles passing by Orchard Road! My face! And worse, I started sniffing alot and sneezing occassionally. So horrid!

After that, I went for lunch - lunch was provided. It was a buffet meal and the food was quite yummy. Haha. After lunch, it just got really busy. I went around giving flyers and talking to people. Haha. So fun. I like this kinda job!

Towards the evening, I was helping out at the Information Counter, which was strategically positioned - near his booth. Haha! But I didn't talk to him already, cos we were very busy. Haha. The other girls kept going to talk to him, though. Haha. So kiddy. I refuse to do that! Haha.

Working at Info counter was great, cos my West Mall managers and colleagues were there too. So fun. I think I had most fun at the Info counter. Oh, but I totally made a fool out of myself at one point in time. I met the Senior Director, and didn't know who she was. Eeeks. I just hope that I didn't say anything stupid to her, prior to finding out that vital bit of information. But she was really nice, and friendly, and young, and gosh, so young! She's like in-charge of all the retail outlets and the megafair itself.

She talked to me for awhile, and asked me if I'm joining SingTel after my graduation. I just politely said that I already have a "job" confirmed. Haha. She didn't ask further, but anyway, she said that I could consider, cos many temp staff usually become perm staff after awhile. Haha. Well, even if I do join SingTel, I don't want to be in retail or customer service, which is where I would end up, with just a basic degree, right? So if I wanna go anywhere higher, I probably need an MBA. &lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt; We'll see.

Today someone pissed me off majorly. He is a temp staff (from the same agency as I am) who just happened to be a once-perm-staff. He was in retail. Yeah. So? Big deal! Retail only, okay! Anyway, after the person in-charge of our "zone", Rachel, deployed me to another area, he wasn't too happy about it. At one point in time, he called me, and asked rudely, "Where are you?!" And I was like, thinking, huh? Is it any of your problem? But I went to see him anyway, cos I am agreeable! So anyway, he started telling me off cos he said I disappeared without telling him. I was like WTF. You're not the person in-charge, and neither are you the team IC (which was Kok Ping). But I didn't say anything, and just told him that Rachel asked me to be at Info counter. Whatever &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, I don't quarrel with high-and-mighty people who think that they are so important. He is just a promoter, like myself! Just because he was once a staff of SingTel, doesn't mean that he's any higher-ranked than I am. After he finished scolding me (which I totally wasn't listening to at all) I told him that if he needs to call me, please don't call my old number anymore cos the credit is low already (prepaid card. I forwarded all the calls to my new number, but cos it's low credit, it will beep and it's irritating) and he had the nerve to tell me high-and-mightily, that "I don't store colleagues HP numbers. I just throw them away after the roadshow. You ask the agency to update you HP number. None of my business." &lt;em&gt;Wah raooo&lt;/em&gt;! What a dickhead! Like I want to give you my number! Argh. From now on, I am condemning you, Harley. And stupid name you got there too. Bah.

So that was a small small upset on a generally good day. &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/calynlee/SP_A0120i.jpg" target=new&gt;Calyn and Jiangjun&lt;/a&gt; dropped by! They were on their way to Taka. Heh. Calyn is sooo cute. I want to pinch her cheeks! Haha.

After work, Lis came by, and we went home together. I took bus 111 with her, then dropped off at Buona Vista MRT, and took the train home. I was so tired, I fell asleep on bus 179 on the way back to Hall. And I woke up one stop after the bus exited NTU. Bleah. Felt so stupid when I crossed to road and took a bus back into NTU.

So that concluded my very tiring work day. Today is a rest day. After roadshows, I usually just don't feel like going out to anyplace that has alot of people. So I just sit indoors and sleep, or read a book.

And I just realised that I forgot to give Melly a reply regarding today! Argh. Sorry babe! &lt;strong&gt;(o.0)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113256014777851480?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113256014777851480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113256014777851480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-megafair-day-2.html' title='Christmas Megafair Day 2'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113251131144681124</id><published>2005-11-21T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:28:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another silly blog questionnaire</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you did this morning
Talk to Joyce on the phone

2. Last thing you ate:
An apple for dinner

3. Is your cell phone a piece of crap?
No, it has lights on the cover! Haha. It sounds useless, but it's good for starting conversations.

4.What's the thing you look forward to most next week or so?
Nothing; but I'm looking forward to the week after next. &lt;em&gt;*secret*&lt;/em&gt;

5. What's annoying you right now?
How tired I feel, yet how unsleepy I am.

6. Whats the last movie you watched?
Legend of Zorro

7. Do you believe in long distance relationship?
I used to think that I didn't, because I thought I was the kind of girl who would need to see her guy often. But then I realise that I am okay if I don't. So I guess it could work, provided both parties want it enough.

8. What's worse... being in love with someone you can't have or pretending to love someone?
Being in love with someone I can't have - because you will never know what it feels like to have him love you back.

9. Is there someone you miss so much it makes you sad?
Not really...

10. What inspires you?
Movies, music, money. Haha.

11. If you could put together a concert of 5 bands/artists, who would you choose?
Emi Fujita, Corrinne May, Hayley Westenra, Chen Qizhen and Sun Yanzi. Oh no, I must be lesbian.

12. Lyrics that sums up your love life?
&lt;em&gt;I don't know why you're so far away 
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through 
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life&lt;/em&gt;
If you're not the one - Daniel Bedingfield

13. What's the one thing you wish you could do better?
Study. I'm really a lousy student.

14. If you could do anything this second, what would it be?
Sleep!

16. Latest addiction?
Butches. Hmm!

17. Would you die for someone?
Yes, for my parents and my sisters

18. How many people would you say you are interested in at this moment?
Haha. One.

19. Who are you in love with?
I'm not sure if I'm in love with him yet. How do you tell?

20. Do you think someone thinks about you daily?
I think so! But that's what I always say. Haha...

23. What book are you reading right now?
D.H. Lawrence's &lt;em&gt;Lady Chatterley's Lover&lt;/em&gt;

24. How many people do you know with the same name as yours?
Two? Three, maybe.

25. What was the last thing you spilled?
My drink, during lunch at work today. Luckily no one saw me - I was in the food tent alone at the time. Haha.

26. If given a chance, what/who do you really want to become?
Can I be more than one person? Haha. I want to be a journalist, the owner of a cafe, an events manager, a bartop dancer, an artist, a professional Scrabble player (seeded!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113251131144681124?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113251131144681124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113251131144681124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-silly-blog-questionnaire.html' title='Another silly blog questionnaire'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113242630771789389</id><published>2005-11-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T02:52:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Megafair Day 1</title><content type='html'>First day back at work was pretty uneventful. At least, no horrid customers. That makes me a happy girl already.

My shoes were uncomfortable today, though. Or maybe it was just me, being too used to sitting down for hours and hours on end in front of my computer for the last couple of months, that I've forgotten how it's like to stand for a prolonged period of time. I've become a spoilt brat with delicated feet, I see. Haha. My heels hurt. And I was wearing track shoes, mind you. Will get used to it now, I suppose.

Today XY came down to town to see me. We had lunch together, and chatted abit. Thanks for coming down today, girl. It's been a long time since I last saw you! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; We walked around Taka abit, and guess who we saw! *excited*

Ronald Susilo and Li Jiawei! Heh. Ronald is very handsome in person. Haha. Jiawei still looks sweet but she looks fatter, haha. Ooops.

Anyways, it was so funny. We saw them at Taka Dept store first, at the female's section. Then we saw them again after lunch, near A|X. If they saw us, they might have thought that we were stalking them, hur hur.

Oh yeah, today, &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-over-and-im-sad-back-to-school.html" target=new&gt;my favourite phone promoter&lt;/a&gt;, Leon (name has been changed to protect his identity, haha), was at the roadshow too. Haha. It's been quite some time since I last saw him. Okay, 4 months plus. Haha. He's cute ah! I was quite happy to see him this morning, cos that means eye candy for the next 2 days. Haha.

Shan't say which brand of phone he promotes. Lalala.

And the "flyer-girl" mentioned in that past entry... Well, I now know her name, after working with her several times since then. Her name is Cher Xian. Lol. She's grown quite pretty since. Today everyone wore make-up to work, so everyone looked pretty. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

There was this person (E) that I didn't like, though. She's... I'm sorry, ugly. Aiiee. I'm so bad. But the thing is, she's very irritating too. Always act cool. I hate people who act cool. But she's 18, so nevermind. I should be more tolerant.

My partner is a girl from Philips called Fanghui. She's 17, from IJC. Quite a nice girl, though she's &lt;em&gt;tomboyish&lt;/em&gt;, if you get my drift. We were gushing over this totally cute little girl, the daughter of one of the SingTel directors. The girl is 2.5 years old, and she speaks very well for a toddler! In both Mandarin and English! Her name is Jean. &lt;em&gt;*beams*&lt;/em&gt; Got some photos of her, but can't post it up cos my phone's USB cable is faulty. Boo. But she's super pretty and looking at her pics make me smile.

Anyways. Gotta go to sleep soon. Tired. Still talking to Wei Chiang though. Gonna go shower after this, then try to catch some shut eye before the sun rises and it's time to go to work again. Shall remember to wear comfy shoes. And my own white shirt! The stupid nylon white racer back stucky to my skin when I perspired. Super gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113242630771789389?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113242630771789389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113242630771789389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-megafair-day-1.html' title='Christmas Megafair Day 1'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113233387147959637</id><published>2005-11-19T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T01:11:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless entry</title><content type='html'>I feel obliged to blog to announce that my exams are over! Ha! This sem has been a nightmare. But I'm not gonna think about it till the results are out. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;

Anyway, today I after exam, I went out with my dearest roomie. I think we were both damn stoned but we felt it was too loser-ish to stay in the room and mope around after our exams. So we went out! Haha!

We went to JP for a quick meal. My food was too salty! Bah. Hair dropping out. Just talk talk, walk walk, and did abit of grocery shopping. She's gonna start her Professional Attachment (PA) next Monday, so I'm not gonna see her till like, I don't know... Erm. End of her PA? Which is in 2nd week of January! Argh! So long! I'm gonna be damn lonely when I'm here during the hols. Bleah. And she's gone home! Boo.

Okay, I'm already starting to feel &lt;i&gt;sian&lt;/i&gt; but I shan't complain cos this is what I've been waiting for! Haha. And I start work tomorrow. SingTel! Yeay. It's the Christmas Megafair this weekend. Gosh. December isn't even here yet. Anyways, on Wednesday evening I went for product training. What a total waste of my time. I knew more about the product than the person who trained me. &lt;strong&gt;(o.0)&lt;/strong&gt;

I'm gonna be working the entire weekend this week. It's gonna be at the area outside Takashimaya / Ngee Ann City, so drop by to see me if you are around okay! The uniform we have this time is damn ugly. It's just a white racer back from Giordano! I don't know why they are doing this to us! Ahhh! Anyways. It's lycra material! And it's white! Fat fat fat! &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt; Bleh. And on top of that, they gave us this red scarf to wear. Ohmigosh. We're gonna look like freaking milkmaids! I hope they don't ask us to wear it on our heads. Haha!

Lalala. This blog entry is totally pointless. Isn't it? Haha.

Oh, today I went to read Daphne Teo's blog but she already took off her blog. Hmm! That's one less pretty blogger. Bleah. No more pics to see!

And talking about pics, I have never taken a pic with my roomie! Gosh. And we've lived together for like, 4 months plus? Haha! That's incredible, considering the cam-whore that I am. Haha.

I'm downloading Andy Hui's (Xu Zhi'an) songs! Yeay. I like him. Don't ask why. Haha.

Okay I'm feeling very retarded now so I'm going to drink orange juice or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113233387147959637?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113233387147959637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113233387147959637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/pointless-entry.html' title='Pointless entry'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113230421361427299</id><published>2005-11-18T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:56:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you see my Incy Wincy Spider? </title><content type='html'>My blog is totally goth now. I love it! Hehe! Incywincy! &lt;em&gt;*beams*&lt;/em&gt; 

Please feed him! Then he will spin more webs! Click on "more" to find the food. Hehe! So cute!! &lt;em&gt;*gush gush*&lt;/em&gt; It's a new pet. Go adopt one too! Haha!

I love my spider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113230421361427299?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113230421361427299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113230421361427299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-you-see-my-incy-wincy-spider.html' title='Can you see my Incy Wincy Spider? '/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113223913576025634</id><published>2005-11-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:52:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Reliever</title><content type='html'>And I present to you... The world's funniest solution to a trigonometry exam question:

&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/918/1412/1600/maths.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

Hahahahaha! Weichiang this is for you. Haha.

Thanks to Yizheng for the link!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113223913576025634?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113223913576025634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113223913576025634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/stress-reliever.html' title='Stress Reliever'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113212502970893110</id><published>2005-11-16T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:29:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exorcism of Emily Rose</title><content type='html'>Today I was so brave! I faced the horrible Lit paper (which I don't want to talk about anymore), which distraught me so last night, up till the very moment that I looked at the questions. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; I knew I was dead. Anyhow.

After the paper, I rushed off to JP to destress. I needed something to take my mine off the violently traumatizing (I has spasms looking at it) exam, so I watched this show:

&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/exorcismofemilyrose/site/" target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/theexorcismofemilyrose_bigposter.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/exorcismofemilyrose/site/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

What a fantastic show! I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I think it's one of best horror shows I have had the privilege of watching. Brilliant!

A shocking thing happened after viewing this horror-drama masterpiece; I was actually thinking it was the best movie of the year. The weirdest thing is,  I'm still thinking about it. &lt;em&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/em&gt; is a nearly perfect film - a film that I will remember for a very long time. It is a harrowing, shocking, terrifying, and terribly sad motion picture event that will make you question your own faith - and will definitely ask you to ask yourself some hard questions.

The story follows the events after the death of Emily Rose, taking place during the trial with flashbacks of Emily during her stages of possible possession. I say "possible" because the film presents the story in two views at the same time. You can see everything from the faith point of view- or the science point of view. And you walk out of the film and you still don't know which side to take. And that's how you may be totally freaked out by this film, or if you're not scared to death, then you'll be enthralled by the exciting courtroom drama that makes up most of the film.

The film is incredibly scary and sad at the same time. Emily's possession begins one night alone in her dorm room, and it is one of the scariest, most nerve-racking sequences I've ever seen. After that, there are more than several scenes (set in a hospital room, another dorm room sequence, a church, a classroom and a barn) that are absolutely horrifying - I'm amazed it's only rated PG! But amidst that, the courtroom drama is tense and sad, and you never know what the result will be. This is a film that defies conventions; a truly original work of solid filmmaking.

I'm just so glad that I went to watch this show, despite my previous apprehensions about it. Now I feel so invigorated and inspired to study for my next Lit module on Friday, as well as my Language paper tomorrow! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;And if you believed that cock-and-bull story I wrote above, you don't know me at all.&lt;/strong&gt;


Daphne is the most chicken-shit person when it comes to horror films. But make no mistake. I did go to the cinema:

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I did go! I bought the tickets, got a drink for myself, then went into the theatre, my heart slamming against my ribcage in fearful trepidation. Usually, I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; am too chicken to watch horror films. This was a first for me! And to be brave enough to go and watch a horror show alone was a milestone in my life! And make no mistake. I didn't just go to watch the movie alone, I was in the theatre &lt;em&gt;all alone&lt;/em&gt;!

So the usual came on - the Richard Gere Visa commercial, the movie trailers, yadda yadda. I really wasn't paying attention by the time they got to this part: 

&lt;em&gt;"And before we begin the movie, here's a reminder: (plays the Chicken Little switch-off-your-HP reminder)"&lt;/em&gt;

I was already scared stiff. I ran out of the theatre with bag, drink, and jacket in tow, as fast as I could.

I don't know what got into me - why did I think that I wanted to watch that movie? Well, now I'm stuck outside, too chicken to go back in, and I really didn't want to watch that movie afterall.

I happened to know (cause I checked the movie listings earlier on), that another movie was starting at the same time, in the next theatre. But I couldn't remember what it was.

So I ran into that theatre, not knowing what show was running. Well, as far as I knew, only one horror show was showing this week, so I can't go wrong, right?

I sat in that theatre, a couple of rows behind two others who were in there, and calmed down a little. I was still berating myself for my silliness, and wondering what show would play in a few minutes time. I ticked off all the movies on my fingers. Exorcism of Emily Rose, Doom, Dragon Squad, Just Like Heaven, Legend of Zorro, Tom Yum Goong, Sky High... Hmm.

And so I ended up watching:

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&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/thelegendofzorro/" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Legend of Zorro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

Hahahaha! I am such a joke. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; The movie wasn't fantastic - but I definitely enjoyed it more than I would have, had I stayed to watch &lt;em&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/em&gt;. And Catherine Zeta-Jones was gorgeous, as usual. Plus, her cute on-screen son, Joaquin (played by Adrian Alonso) was such a joy to watch!

Look at these and tell me that if he's not cute:

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&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/adrianalonso4.jpg" target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/adrianalonso4.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

So adorable, isn't he?! Hehe. I guess the movie trip today wasn't too bad. At least I had the "option" of running into another theatre instead of wasting my $7!

Daphne, you chicken shit! Hahahahaha! Sometimes, my silliness amuses me to no end! Hahahahaha!

Also, &lt;a href="http://www.missha.net/" target=new&gt;Missha&lt;/a&gt; is now at JP! Got some new "Eye Glimmer Cream":

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Training today at SingPost Centre. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt; Have to bring my notes along, I guess. My agent, May, would be pissed if I don't turn up for training.

*credits: edited excerpt of movie review of &lt;em&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/em&gt; taken from &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/mvc/dfrv?mid=1808678441&amp;rvid=255-551873&amp;i=0&amp;nn=1&amp;spl=0&amp;ys=oq2eth.xSsfcldzUjMdhYw--" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113212502970893110?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113212502970893110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113212502970893110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/exorcism-of-emily-rose.html' title='The Exorcism of Emily Rose'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113208223557347335</id><published>2005-11-16T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T03:17:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody save me</title><content type='html'>I read the Rime of the Ancient Mariner three times and it's still a blur to me. I don't know lah. I just don't get all these Lit shit. Yes I study it, but it doesn't mean that I am good at it.

Macbeth
Gulliver's Travels
Jane Eyre
Frankenstein
Rime of the Ancient Mariner
poems by Andrew Marvell and John Donne

I hate them all. I hate Lit. Ohmygosh. I am so screwed.

&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing C'est La Vie &lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Sing c'est la vie &amp; soon you will see 
Your cares will be free; just sing c'est la vie 

I once knew a man who owned a butcher shop (ah!) 
He also had apartments to rent up on top 
But he didn't include on the sign that he painted "No pets" 
&amp; the tenant who rented had 6 hungry dogs, he regrets 
(But he said...) 

CHORUS: 
When things go wrong, just sing a song 
The birds in the trees will sing harmony 
Sing c'est la vie &amp; soon you will see 
Your cares will be free; just sing c'est la vie 

If you think the old woman who lived in the shoe had it bad 
The story of Mrs. Pierre is 10 times as sad (ah, poor woman!) 
With 22 children, a duck &amp; 2 goats in the bins 
She was gaily informed by a doctor that she's having twins 
(But she said...) 

(chorus) 

&amp; have I mentioned to you the worst one of all? 
The night Amer &amp; his wife had their annual ball (ah, I remember that!) 
The speeches he makes after dinner became quite renowned 
But this time he sneezed when he spoke, &amp; his pants, they fell down 
(But they said...) 

(chorus) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113208223557347335?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113208223557347335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113208223557347335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/somebody-save-me.html' title='Somebody save me'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113205249278988057</id><published>2005-11-15T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T03:13:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wscgames.com/cgi/player.cgi?given=Panupol&amp;surname=Sujjayakorn&amp;country=Thailand&amp;exact=1" target=new&gt;Winner of World Scrabble Championship 2003&lt;/a&gt;

Wow!

And so I have found &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-lifes-updates.html" target=new&gt;something else that I want to try before I die&lt;/a&gt;:

&lt;blockquote&gt;(1) being a journalist
(2) working in an events management company
(3) owning a cafe
(4) making handicrafts for sale
(5) being a bartop dancer (?!)
&lt;strong&gt;(6) play at &lt;a href="http://www.wscgames.com"&gt;WSC&lt;/a&gt;, and be rated as top 50 in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Maybe I'll be the 2nd ever non-USA/European &lt;a href="http://www.wscgames.com/2005/history.html"&gt;winner&lt;/a&gt;. Mwahahahaha.

My obsession with Scrabble is such. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;

But I think I'll start small. &lt;a href="http://allmalaysia.info/news/story.asp?file=/2005/8/12/interests/11736109&amp;sec=mi_interests_indoor" target=new&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;, maybe.

Haha. I must go I must go I must go!

In 2003, the top two players were from Thailand. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113205249278988057?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113205249278988057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113205249278988057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-ambition.html' title='New ambition'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113203851969120479</id><published>2005-11-15T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:08:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I found a ticket to &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/SOPApp/SOPPortal/portal_proxy?uri=,Vz1r!j,3H6Bt2Z4vNhuJ,SQsl@n@IkTO5AzsJFM" target=new&gt;Chen Qizhen's concert&lt;/a&gt;!

Ohmigosh! How lucky can I get?!

The ticket is for &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/SOPApp/SOPPortal/trans_svc?request-url=/internet_booking&amp;showCode=ena191105" target=new&gt;Category 3&lt;/a&gt; (free seating, $48+$2 Sistic fee)! The concert starts at 8pm at NTUC Auditorium, at Raffles Place! Wow!

Except, you know, I am like, gonna be working at that point in time. So.

Argh! Why do these kinda things always happen to me?!

So now I have to consider. If I don't work this weekend,

&lt;strong&gt;Pay for 2 days :&lt;/strong&gt; $216
&lt;strong&gt;Concert ticket :&lt;/strong&gt; $50
&lt;strong&gt;Total damages : &lt;/strong&gt; $266

Gosh that's like half month's expenditure!

So how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113203851969120479?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113203851969120479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113203851969120479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113200440920316958</id><published>2005-11-15T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T05:42:38.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and fun stuff</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in the previous entry that I was a bit upset, but forgot to elaborate.

Sometimes it feels like I am just a substitute for her when she is not around. Maybe I shouldn't be feeling this way, but it doesn't change the fact that I do; not one bit.

But then again, me being me, I won't bother to keep up and ask you anymore, why you didn't get back to me when I tried to contact you. I also won't bother feeling too upset about the fact that you can't be bothered. And I have decided that I won't be upset.

I am just like that. I don't want to be too obsessed about all that commitment in a girl-girl friendship. But I was just concerned about you. So I expected you to return the SMS. Or the email. Or the call. But yeah, if it works fine for you that way, then go ahead. I am fine, too.

I may not have many friends - I considered you as one of my 2 only girl friends whom I felt comfortable enough to talk to. But I know we've drifted apart. I won't say that I don't care about our friendship anymore, but maybe it just wasn't as stable as I thought it was. &lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;

Sometimes I feel I'm okay alone. I talk to Xiaoyun about my problems nowadays. She listens and she seems to understand. I think I will feel very upset when she graduates at the end of next semester. I will be moving into a single room next year, so I will be that recluse again, who will not speak to anyone for days on end.

On a brighter note, I feel like I have more friends now. Though we may not be the kind of I-will-tell-you-all-my-secrets kind of friends, but I can talk to them about certain things, and we can hang out, and they will think of me at meal times and remember to ask me along. Some may not be the kind of friend I see often, but they still bother to talk to me, through phone calls, SMS, or MSN. So maybe that is enough. So I just want to say thank you to these few special friends who remember me (though they may not read this):

&lt;strong&gt;Alex:&lt;/strong&gt; For the dinners we have together, the way you entertain me even though I am damn irritatingly whiny at times (not to mention childish), and how you cheer me up by being my clown. Hehe.

&lt;strong&gt;Xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; For being my roomie, talking to me at the end of each day, and caring about me. For never minding my mess or the music I blast from my speakers.

&lt;strong&gt;Weichiang:&lt;/strong&gt; For the hours and hours you spend talking to me. For listening, and telling me lame things. I think we both &lt;a href="http://jadeddog.blogspot.com/2005/11/shout-out-to-people-in-my-life.html" target=new&gt;feel the same way&lt;/a&gt; about each other. Thank you &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;, for everything, and I promise I will be more gentle, polite, curse less, have a ponytail, and try to grow taller. You will consider then, right? Haha!

&lt;strong&gt;Nankai:&lt;/strong&gt; For the rides on your bike, for the times when I was feeling wu liao, and you spent time with me just to make me feel better. Thank you for studying with me (I just cannot study alone), and for the laughs, the company, the heart-to-heart talks.

&lt;strong&gt;Eve:&lt;/strong&gt; For remembering that I cannot study alone.

&lt;strong&gt;Ming:&lt;/strong&gt; For all the little gifts and meals that you leave outside my door. You're so thoughtful, and very sensitive towards my needs. And you know best what will cheer me up. Thank you. But can you stop being so elusive for once, and let me take a photo of you? Haha. Stop running away when I bring my camera out!

I think I am blessed to have friends like these.

If you're feeling abit wu liao, abit upset, or a bit stressed, check out these stuff:

&lt;a href="http://www.milbestlight.com/actlikeaman1.aspx" target=new&gt;Funny "guy" Flash games&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.makevisual.com/movies/sonystyle1.html" target=new&gt;Sony fan art&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://fcmx.net/vec/get.swf?i=003702" target=new&gt;Some cool Flash of an artist drawing&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.lastminute.com/site/main/boss_page_spreadsheet.html" target=new&gt;Boss watching?&lt;/a&gt; (Haha this is so funny)

Movie trailers!
&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/memoirsofageisha/trailer/high.html" target=new&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/little_manhattan/large.html"target=new&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/touchstone/shopgirl/trailer_large.html" target=new&gt;Shop Girl&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/thechroniclesofnarnia/teaser/" target=new&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/harry_potter/thegobletoffire/trailer2/" target=new&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/da_vinci_code/large.html" target=new&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/a&gt;

Okay I should stop. Haha. Bath time and bed time. Need to bathe again cos I went out for supper with Xiaoyun and I smell like &lt;em&gt;roti prata&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113200440920316958?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113200440920316958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113200440920316958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends-and-fun-stuff.html' title='Friends and fun stuff'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113199890369723356</id><published>2005-11-15T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:18:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Heaven</title><content type='html'>The urge to blog comes every time I know I shouldn't be blogging. Haha. I am very stressed. And a bit upset.

Anyway. On Sunday evening, at 6:45pm, I had a sudden urge to go watch a movie. So I quickly got dressed, and then I went to catch a show at 7:30pm.

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Wanted to ask Melly along, but I couldn't reach her. I went alone, instead. I love watching movies alone nowadays, actually. I don't mind it one bit. Since JC, I've been watching movies alone. Someone once told me, "Watching a movie is uninteractive anyway; so you might as well go alone." I agree. It's not like you want to discuss anything during the movie, right?

Got there at 7:20pm, and bought my ticket. The lady over the counter gave me a strange look when I asked for one ticket. "One ticket?" she asked. And when I nodded, then she gave me a strange knowing smile, as if she knew I had no friends.

Haha. Well. I just like watching movies alone - does that make me anti-social? Well, I suppose, a little. But it feels good to spend time with just myself, as I always say.

Anyway, after I got the ticket, I went to buy some food. An Old Chang Kee yam pie, a small popcorn, and a cheese hotdog. Haha. So that was my dinner.

I settled into my chair, and relaxed. Watched the commercials, the trailers. I really like the Richard Gere Visa commercial. He is so handsome! Heh. But that's not the point. I always go "awwww" when I see it. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

I wanted to savour every moment of being alone. So I closed my eyes for awhile, and breathed in the air of alone-ness. I smelt popcorn. Haha. But that's okay. I like popcorn. Sweet popcorn! I don't watch movies with people who eat salty popcorn! Hur hur. I looked at the people around me - they were all couples. I felt weird going to watch a romantic movie all alone. But it felt good too, cos it meant that I don't need guys? Haha.

The movie started soon, and I felt very happy. Started eating my dinner, and making alot of noise with my popcorn Haha!

The movie was good. I thought it was good. Reese Witherspoon is gorgeous, and had lots of chemistry with her on-screen partner, Mark Ruffalo. I think she was prettiest in her pant suit. Red suits her! Ruffalo was damn funny. But I love Jon Heder more!

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He played this totally weird psychic. He's like one of those forever-deluded bums. At first you think he's just weird and bullshitting, then you realise, hey, he really is something! He was the only one who could accurately tell you something about the "spirit". Anyways. The dialogue in the movie was quite witty.

Some memorable lines:

Elizabeth: I'm perfectly capable of meeting men on my own.
Abby: I know you are. I just want you to meet one that's not bleeding.
(Reese plays Elizabeth Masterson, a workaholic doctor)

(And when she realises that her niece can also see her, besides David, played by Ruffalo)
Elizabeth: My fate is in the hands of a 4-year-old, who has seven other imaginary friends.

(At the park, trying to convince David to help her)
Elizabeth: You have two realities to choose from. The first is that a woman has come into your life in an very unconventional way and she needs your assistance. The second is that you're a crazy person, talking to himself on a park bench.

So there. You should go and watch the movie. It's quite touching. The storyline is pretty okay, with a rather abrupt but tears-inducing ending. Some scenes totally tore my heart apart!

Like the moment when she didn't recognize him.

And oh! The part in the equipments room, when David admitted to his best friend, a psychologist, that he loved Elizabeth. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

So go watch! It was worth the $9.50 I paid. Damn expensive, btw, to watch movies on weekends. This is why I always go on weekdays. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113199890369723356?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113199890369723356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113199890369723356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just Like Heaven'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113187090549277088</id><published>2005-11-13T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:35:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's updates</title><content type='html'>I've just realised how screwed I've been of late. My way of thinking, mostly. I seem to be such a cynic; maybe it's cos of the experiences that I've had up till this very second of my life. But what doesn't kill me, makes me a stronger person. I think that's something I should be proud of.

Updates on the few important things in my life:

&lt;strong&gt;Family:&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone's doing great, though busy, I guess. I haven't really talked to my folks since I came back to Singapore after the DeepaRaya holidays, been out studying all the time. Daddy's back in Jakarta, too. Elaine must be really busy with her reports and all cos I've not seen her online in a bit. Serene too. I miss them loads and I guess we'll all email more when the festive season comes around in December cos exams would be over by then. Am very much looking forward to that, cos it's always great to spend time with family, even if it's just over cyberspace. Chatting on MSN and Yahoo does help to keep our family together. Have you tried it? Especially those who are studying overseas; you need to keep yourself rooted to your family cos that's where you really belong, plus I still believe that blood is thicker than water. I can say with total conviction that my folks will unhesitatingly risk their lives to save mine; but I cannot think of any other persons who would do that for me. Neither will I do that for any other person other than my parents and sisters. Family love is something that you need forever. You can live without romantic love, but not love of and from your family.

&lt;strong&gt;Friends:&lt;/strong&gt; I've grown closer to some people, grown distant from some, and have a strange hanging-in-the-air relationship with some. Well, I previously mentioned that I'm not such a great friend, being unable to keep up with the emotional aspects of a friendship, and it's just really noticeable by the friends who enter and exit my life like the smell of waffles wafting in and out of your nostrils. I miss waffles and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Been hanging out alot with Nankai - studying and all. It's something wonderful that came out of my crush on &lt;em&gt;he-who-must-not-be-named&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. Well, we started talking about it and then somehow we got closer. And met up more often. And since he's close to Eve, I see her / talk to her more often now too. Hehe! And my darling roomie, of course, is one of the most important people in my life (discounting the fact that she &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; kill me in my sleep, of course, hur hur, if she wanted to) Haha. But I feel that we're becoming closer and closer, which is a good and healthy relationship between roomies! I'm just so thankful for a roomie like her cos I could have done much worse when I was randomly posted to Hall 4 in July. Oh, and Alex. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;"Love" life:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Nothing much to talk about, but what's over is over and should never be re-visited. There was something that was never meant to be, and I'm glad we ended it, before more damage was done. I hope you'll see my point one day, and 乖乖的 go back to your life the way it was, and pretend we never happened. (Haha) Sometimes, running away solves things better than facing it and not being able to do anything about it. Other than that, I still am with the belief that "all men are scumbags", and am very much the cynic when I talk about relationships. So if you want me to say something to convince you to save your flagging relationship, maybe you should turn to someone else for advice, cos I always paint a harsher reality than you would love to hear. I still try, though, to reassure my friends about their relationships, if I can. But I'm told sometimes that I make them think twice. Unintentionally, really! Hmm. Not really looking for anyone, and neither do I believe that any "Mr Right" will waltz into my life one day and sweep me off my feet. These kinda guys do not exist, at least not for me.

&lt;strong&gt;Spiritual life:&lt;/strong&gt; Talking to Angela last night made me realise how far I've gone without God. And it's far &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt; the right track. Will go back to church soon. Just have to find one. Even if I may not be as convicted as before, some degree of faith in a "higher authority" will do me good. I believe that it will make me more focused, more aware of what I am doing and what (a monster) I am turning into. Haha. God is good. It's really not that I do not believe anymore, rather, it's just that I have stopped turning to God for help. When things go wrong, all I do is to wallow in self-pity and later try to pick myself up and continute where I left off (which is interminably better than grovelling at others' feet, trying to get them to save you, but of course, entirely debatable).

Emotional (health): Haha. I've been feeling rather in the dumps a couple of months back up till a couple of weeks ago. It was pretty bad, I must say. But I am all better now - so much so that I think my blog layout is too dark for my liking! Not to say that I am not a cynic anymore, oh but I am! I am just feeling much happier now about who I am. I am Daphne, daughter of LYC and YSL, a sister of Doreen, Elaine and Serene, a friend to many people, a trainee teacher majoring in English Language and Literature at NIE, Publication Officer of NTUSU, Editor-in-Chief of the NTU Tribune, a part-time promoter of SingTel, a perfectionist in the things I'm passionate about, a cynic about love and life, a struggling do-what-you-believe-in-advocator, a repressed rebel, a blogger, an honest critic about things I dislike, a loving person who will care for things and people I love. Maybe that's all I want to be right now. And that's all that's important to me.

&lt;strong&gt;Career/Ambition:&lt;/strong&gt; Being in SU probably opened up my eyes to alot of things, and I am more able to say what I want in life now or, at the very least, what I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; not want. I've also learnt a lot about working with people, and being in constant contact with the (shitty) admin really does make me realise that life is not a bed of roses where your blue prints grow into fantastic state-of-the-art buildings all by themselves. It's a helluva bumpy ride where you're sitting on the boniest pony who gets tired so often that you have to get down and drag yourself (and bony pony) along the gravel path with sharp rocks cutting into the flesh of your bare feet. But other than that, studies and school is just not that good, and I am just trying to get myself through school decently. Upon graduation I will get a stable job without my having to send in 28 resumes a day for 2 months straight. I will get posted into a school where I will probably stay for the next four years till I fulfill my bond. Afterwhich, anything can happen. I have some plans and ambitions. Before I die, I want to try:

(1) being a journalist
(2) working in an events management company
(3) owning a cafe
(4) making handicrafts for sale
(5) being a bartop dancer (?!)

Haha. The last one just came out of nowhere but I think that would be interesting! I'll just have to wait till I get out of my teaching career, because it's not very fantastic for my career to be known as the primary-school-teacher-cum-bartop-dancer in the newspapers? But eh, why is it that teachers must behave so well? Haha. I think we have a right to being wild and having a nightlife too. Who says it's wrong anyway? Argh. Societal restrictions. Teachers are so oppressed and misunderstood! Anyways, also pertaining to 'career' (sort of, cos it's my job, right?) I am starting work at SingTel again after exams. Immediately, actually. I emailed May and she called me back with a job assignment as SingTel promoter at the upcoming mega fair next weekend. I'm so glad because it translates directly into moolah for the next academic year!

So, anyway, that's what's been happening in my life. 

Not terribly exciting, but it's my life and I don't mind it all that much. In fact, when I think about it, I am better off than alot of people I know, who are simply just so sick that they can't see themselves as being mentally unsound. I was there too, but I am better now. So I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; better off! Haha.

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 9, did some stuff in the room, then went to S4 reading room to study with Evelyn. She was with her classmate Edward. We were later joined by fellow Aura Bananas Hew Hui, and Angela. Studied studied studied, did some project work. Angela bought us Macs for lunch cos she came around lunchtime! Hui Hui and Eve brought their doggy soft toys. So cute! But silly. Haha! I wanted to bring mine today too, but I am stuck in hall with a swollen eye (more on this later). &lt;a href="http://www.pinchacheek.blogspot.com"&gt;Lis&lt;/a&gt; brought me potato salad in a container with a cute little kitty sticker (possibly added as a sweet and thoughtful gesture to remind me of her cat Tiger)! She came all the way to South Spine before going to Hall 7 to see Dickson. I love her potato salad. It's super yummy, and everyone said so! Once you start, you really have to pry yourself away from it. Yum yum! Thank you so much, darling! Hehe. In the evening, we nerdy muggers went for dinner at Canteen 1 (Ed drove), but Huihui didn't go cos she's vegetarian (and also cos she had her someone special *ahem ahem* bringing her special delivery! That's one more pretty girl off the market, so boo to you guys Haha). Eve's bf, Alex, came to pick her up from S4 so we all went out for supper at around 1am, at Ah Fang. I just had a &lt;em&gt;Horlicks peng&lt;/em&gt; but Eve and Angela had pratas. We were talking about Alex-es. Eve's bf is Alex, Angela's friend (who lives in Hall 4, and whom we were gonna visit later) is Alex too, and my senior-junior-Union-partner-in-crime is Alex too. I called him to ask if he wanted supper, and that was how the conversation about Eve's Alex, Angela's Alex and Daphne's Alex started. Well, Angela's and mine are not really ours per se, but for conversation's sake. Haha. Super lame, and Eve's Alex was quite amused? I think? Haha.

Angela stayed over with me, and we went visiting abit before we came back to the room. Went to her Alex's room (in Block 27), and chatted with him for quite awhile. Realised that he is Hall 4's Sports Sec, and his roomie Jon is the Asst. Rec Sec. Plus they are all close friends with Brandon (PJC mate and Biz Mag of Hall 4), and another girl (I'm sorry I forgot her name but she is our Rec Sec). Anyways. The Rec Secs are important to me cos I am a Rec player! Haha.

So right. After that we dropped by to say hi to my Alex and Glen (and Shimin was there too). Then showered, then chatted abit, then slept around 4am plus.

When I woke up this morning (actually it was around noon) after a persistant Angela insisted that I should be eating lunch soon, I grudgingly got out of bed and noticed a pain in my right eye. Couldn't really open it but I thought it was just like the pain that I had in my left eye last week. So anyway, I dragged my lazy grumpy sleepy bum out of my room and we went to brush our teeth together. I looked in the mirror, and OMG! My eye was swollen like fuck! It was half the size of my normal left eye! Gosh. Don't know what happened to it over the night. Just checked it again and it looks much less swollen now. Anyways, it was so bad. I wanted to cry, but it's so stupid to cry just over a swollen eye, which might be further aggravated by the activated tear glands. Haha. So we went for lunch anyway.

Sean, her BF came to pick her up afterwards, and then I went to see a doctor about my eye. It's just an irritation, he said. Or possibly an allergic reaction (WTF?!). To what? Potato salad? &lt;em&gt;Horlicks peng&lt;/em&gt;? Or &lt;em&gt;wanton mee&lt;/em&gt;? Bullshit. So I think it's just an irritation caused by, maybe, sleeping on a different bed last night. Haha. I'm kidding. Xiaoyun's bed is totally clean. Haha! I'm just being lame. 

And this entry is too long. And I should go and rest abit before continuing my work. Mwah mwah. Thank you to all who left comments for the last couple of days. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113187090549277088?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113187090549277088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113187090549277088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-lifes-updates.html' title='My life&apos;s updates'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113172233736090063</id><published>2005-11-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:43:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How famous or infamous are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target=new&gt;One pretty party-er&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.bleedingblackbutterflies.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;One bratty show-off&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;One sexy exhibitionist&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;One vulgar big-mouth&lt;/a&gt;.

Singapore's blogging scene seems to have it all in its female bloggers.

With the &lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/show/story/0,4136,97163,00.html" target=new&gt;latest news&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target=new&gt;Dawn Yang&lt;/a&gt;, it seems as though the media in Singapore is bent on making famous bloggers the nation's mascots or tourist attraction or something.

Now tourists can say, "Let's go to Malaysia for diving and the mouth-watering Penang Laksa! Let's go to Thailand for cheap shopping at Chatuchak Market and to watch "tiger shows"! Let's go to Indonesia &lt;strike&gt;to get bombed in Bali&lt;/strike&gt; for &lt;em&gt;mee bakso&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mee soto&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;IndoMie goreng&lt;/em&gt;! Let's go to Singapore for... for... oh hmm... those bloggers are from Singapore eh?"

Okay, I digress. Anyway, apparently, pretty pretty pretty (did I say pretty) party-er cum blogger Dawn Yang has scored an artiste management contract, with the same company who groomed Utt and Denise Keller and the likes. They think she is gonna knock out the Taiwanese with her demure sexy look, so somehow they are gonna wring out some talents in her - acting, singing, dancing or something. If all else fails she can still be a model. We all know she sure can pose in front of the camera.

But don't let her name any more blogs. What is clapbangkiss? From &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com" target=new&gt;KennySia&lt;/a&gt;:

&lt;em&gt;Why did Dawn Yang call herself ClapBangKiss? It just doesn't make sense at all.

Should it be called "KissBangClap"? You kiss a girl, bang her, then clap your hands for that wonderful performance.&lt;/em&gt;

Haha. &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com" target=new&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt; is funny.

So that's &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target=new&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; for you.

Then we have &lt;a href="http://www.bleedingblackbutterflies.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;Daphne Teo&lt;/a&gt; (the blogger formerly known as &lt;a href="http://www.pinkshoefetish.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;pinkshoefetish&lt;/a&gt;). Scandalous enough. It's wrong to fall in love, cheat on your other half, tell your side of the story defending yourself, and manipulate your readers to believe that he got violent with you so you had to leave him. It gets worse when you parade the new boyfriend who is apparently some rich angmoh kid, and repeat, maybe, 273 times in one single entry that he is rich, handsome, rich, smart, rich, romantic, oh did I say rich? Especially when you've just created such a scandal on your blog. Tsk tsk tsk. But that was Daphne's formula in getting more readers, maybe. Possibly the most public break-up in the local blogging scene.

And of course we all know about Izzy, the &lt;a href="http://www.sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;Sarong Party Girl&lt;/a&gt;, who posted nude pictures of herself, which created a blogging and blog-reading frenzy in Singapore and possibly all of Asia. Pretty enough, sexy definitely, and a surefire exhibitionist. She had horny &lt;em&gt;ah peks&lt;/em&gt; learning how to use Google so that they could search for her nude pics (all very tastefully done, I must say) which probably ranked Singapore's male senior citizens as the most IT literate in Asia. SPG is smart, writes well, draws well. With talent like that, surely she can do something other than blog about her sexcapades, people say. But she is nothing like those trashy novels that we girls love to read sometimes. Neither is she like the hordes of literotica (erotic literature) authors. She may be termed a sl*t, but she is a classy one; you've got to admit. And if you're able to pry your eyes away from the entries about her sex life, you will notice her intelligent jibes at the ironies of life, her take on local politics, the education system or the books she loves to read. Izzy is one smart girl, and her posts show it. Btw, I don't think she's a sl*t, because although Singapore is ranked 2nd lowest in Frequency of Sex in the &lt;a href="http://www.durex.com/us/gss2005Content.asp?intQid=941&amp;intMenuOpen=#" target=new&gt;2005 Durex Global Sex Survey&lt;/a&gt;, Singaporean kids are losing their virginities at an average age of 18.4 years old. Izzy is 19, which makes her rather average, except she dares to admit it instead of being such prudes about all that sex shit. Anyway, moving on.

After we talk about all these beautiful bloggers, we have to talk about one act-beautiful-and-is-deluded-enough-to-believe-that-she-is-beautiful blogger, &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;Wendy Cheng&lt;/a&gt;. Little Miss Big-Mouth here probably earned herself that reputation right from the time before she started blogging (so I heard from a former classmate of hers) but she now &lt;em&gt;has to&lt;/em&gt; shoot her mouth off every now and then, to generate readership and maintain those "20,000 eyes" that go to her blog daily (more like 20,000 clicks, though, with some &lt;em&gt;lao tiko&lt;/em&gt;s clicking 18 times a day each, maybe). She has to create some controversy because unlike &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target=new&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bleedingblackbutterflies.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;, she cannot depend on her Photoshopped photos of herself to generate readership. Although no where near pretty, this girl sure has hordes of fans in teenage &lt;em&gt;ah lians&lt;/em&gt;, secondary school girls, and late 20-somethings who are out of the hip-and-happening but caught whiff of some famous blogger and so start reading her blog so that they can be "cool" too. &lt;em&gt;*yawn*&lt;/em&gt;

Get me something new already. No more scolding disabled people, pregnant ladies, cab-snatchers, or KL-ites. If I meet her, I would love to pump 1/2 a bottle of Mama Lemon dishwashing detergent into her mouth, run a tap into it and make her gargle to wash out that dirty mouth of hers.

What she doesn't really realise is that of the 20,000 clicks she gets each day, many go there to laugh at her. People like me. I admit I check her blog maybe twice a day, to see what other stupid things she has been saying of late.

Today's post is invariably about Dawn, and Wendy says TNP misquoted her. Haha. Misquoted or not, Wendy sounds like herself - stupid.

An excerpt from the &lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/show/story/0,4136,97163,00.html" target=new&gt;original article&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;em&gt;Local blogger Wendy Cheng aka xiaxue told The New Paper huffily: 'She's not a real blogger. She's just a pretty girl who happens to have a blog.'&lt;/em&gt;

According to &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, the term &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/blogger" target=new&gt;"blogger"&lt;/a&gt; may also "refer to any person who maintains a weblog."

It is not, as Wendy Cheng thinks, an exclusive term for people who (I quote) "conjures amazing stuff via her blog". I assume she is referring to herself. Haha. I actually laughed out loud in my room when I read that sentence. Even though Dawn did not catapult to fame through her blog, but rather being seen at the local party scene, she still &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a "blogger", you dimwit. She is as much a blogger as you are, as I am, as Howard Lo is, as about hundreds of thousands of other people in Singapore are.

Stupidity is an amazing thing, really. Not everyone can be &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;that stupid&lt;/a&gt;, so we gotta give it to &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;.

Anyways. Do I sense a tinge of jealousy that &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target=new&gt;Dawn Yang&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/blogger" target=new&gt;the blogger&lt;/a&gt; is getting something better than your little endorsements from Voxy, Kimage and Localbrand? She's gonna be a true star! Haha. Not like you, a celebrity-wannabe. A word of advice - you need class to be a star, not just someone famous, which you definitely are, but for the wrong reasons, may I point out.

I think it's hard to have a famous blog. You have to write to please people, avoid sensitive topics (unless you are Wendy Cheng), pose prettily (or at least be have excellent Photoshop skills - how else do you explain the transformation from &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5929/1243/400/jealousyuglyhead.jpg" target=new&gt;fucking ugly&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/116/940/1024/DSC02586.jpg" target=new&gt;ugly&lt;/a&gt;). In addition, you must always be sure that you don't offend other famous bloggers (again, if you're Wendy Cheng, this is yet another of your forte), and keep thinking of issues to write about (or in Dawn and Daphne's cases, have exciting parties to attend so you can blog about it). It's tiring being the author of a famous blog, isn't it?

I'm happy with my blog. In fact, I think too many people are reading it already, and I might be moving soon. With an average of 150 hits a day, and my being aware of only about 20 of my personal friends who read and admit it, there are 100 people too many who are reading (this is assuming, of course, one person reads only once a day) - let's say the other 30 are random people who came into my blog through search engines, while searching for weird things, says my blog stat counter. Anyway. Too many, too many! Too many phantom readers. Haha.

My blog isn't all that nice to read; my life is boring, my jokes are lame, my daily activities are routine, my writing is bland. So I don't really want all that many people to read, especially since what I say now can be used against me, as someone reminded me when I was newly installed as a Slave (for) U member. Hahahaha. So don't read &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!

To prove my point about being boring, I'm now gonna talk about my last 3 days, which were spent in preparation of exams, and doing last minute projects and reports.

On Wednesday, &lt;a href="http://www.oddradish.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;Melly&lt;/a&gt; came over to NTU to study with me. I'm just like that - I need people to sit with me before I can focus on my work. We met at the Can A bus stop (the most obvious one cos it's the only one with an overhead bridge, haha) then we walked to SAC, where we ate at Quad Cafe. Melly drew in her sketchpad, read a book, listened to music on her (very cool) iPod Nano, chatted with me between breaks, while I laboured on. It was thankful that I had her by my side or I would have gotten nothing done for the day. Nankai came by SAC to study with his friend too, and later he sent me back to Hall. It was much better - I'm turning into quite an expert pillion bikerider! Haha. At least I don't try to shift my weight to the wrong side, when we're going around a bend in the road, anymore. Hur hur.

On Thursday, I spent the entire day with Nankai studying at SAC. And he sent me back again! Woo hoo! We nearly wanted to go to Eve's house in the east to study that night, but I was too chicken to ride on a motorbike for such a long distance. Haha. So we slacked around abit, talking on the phone, playing Mindsweeper Flags, Hexic, Bejeweled and Tic-Tac-Toe on MSN Games with Eve. Haha. Nankai finished up one whole freaking tin of Danish Biscuits all by himself. Amazing or what. This guy eats like a bottomless pit, yet he is still so slim. Haha. Why do girls always complain unhappily about guys having high metabolism?

Anyway, when I got back to Hall on Thursday night, I didn't sleep. Worked on some project stuff, and stoned abit. Then at 5 am, I showered, hung out my laundry, and roomie Xiaoyun who was already asleep, was somehow awakened (I swear it wasn't me. I'd switched off all the lights before I went out for my shower, and closed the door behind me quietly as I could, and she was awake when I got back) so we started talking about some girly stuff. Didn't sleep after that (it's the darned Nescafe, I tell you) and at 7am we decided to go out for breakfast, then get on with the day's work. We walked to Canteen 1, had &lt;em&gt;bee hoon&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;kopi peng&lt;/em&gt; while chatting, then took a leisurely morning stroll to NIE (decided not to fight for shuttle buses with people who have exams, haha), where we settled down by 8:35am at a table near the NIE Library Cafe (which serves affordable and potent coffee btw) and started work almost immediately. I was super focused, lest the minor distractions from time to time. But considering my attention deficit on normal days, today was fantastic. I wrote the bulk of my Psychology essay today, and handed it in by 6pm. Good girl. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

So I've gone without sleep for about 36 hours, and have survived on an overdose of coffee while rushing assignments. Went for a dinner with Alex just now, after I got back from NIE. I feel so jaded now. Yet I just had to write this blog entry. Okay, just a bit more.

I am so sleep-deprived, caffeine-overdosed, that I start to make jokes that are not funny. Some of you may have seen this through my MSN message to you. (warner: lame joke which isn't really a joke up ahead)

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: Cos it was actually a cow. (pause) And the grass was greener on the other side. (pause) And cows like green grass! (pause)

Hahahaha! I know it's not funny, but that makes it funny. I'm so silly, hur hur hur.

Famous blogger &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com" target=new&gt;mrbrown&lt;/a&gt; who was probably the first ever famous blogger in Singapore, does &lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/articles/83648.asp" target=new&gt;a piece on the 2005 Durex Global Sex Survey&lt;/a&gt; in his regular Friday column. An excerpt:

&lt;em&gt;"I also think we need a National Sex Campaign. Okay, I think that might be too direct and offend the more conservative quarters of our populace. And I cannot imagine what the animal mascot will be (rabbit?). 

Perhaps we can call it National Intimacy Month. I suggest December, because the weather is cooler with the monsoon period, it is the school holidays (always good for teachers) and it is a festive month.

We can also compose a National Intimacy song. Ask Dick Lee, he's very talented in song-writing. Write something along the lines of Stand Up for Singapore, something to rouse the people."&lt;/em&gt;

Hahaha! I don't know about you, but this was really funny to me. Haha. Okay, this brings me closer to the end of this too-long blog entry (which is purposely made to be too wordy to deter people from reading stupid things I write about my life, and my opinions, haha). The last thing I want to talk about tonight is:

Hover-pissing. I fucking hate girls who hover-piss. They spray their pee all over the toilet seat, rendering it useless to me, and other people who &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to sit on the toilet seat! Of course, I wipe the seats with toilet paper before I sit on it, but that's only after I make sure there isn't any residual pee drops on the seat at all in the first place. I ain't gonna use a piece of tissue to drag your few drops of pee all around my toilet seat before I sit on it! Bleah. The thing here is, if you wanna hover piss, please have the decency to lift up the toilet seat! 

Hover-pissing girls who don't lift up toilet seats have no right to ask men to lift the toilet seats before they pee.

This public service announcment is brought to you by an obsessed blogger who felt the need to blog even despite looking &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; feeling half-dead, who hopes that you have a Good Night and a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113172233736090063?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113172233736090063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113172233736090063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-famous-or-infamous-are-you.html' title='How famous or infamous are you?'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113169174601393147</id><published>2005-11-11T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:49:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Genius of the Day</title><content type='html'>I truly am a brilliant student.

&lt;em&gt;(over MSN with Wei Chiang, telling him about this silly beer bottle song)&lt;/em&gt;
Me: Ten million bottles of beer on the wall, ten million bottles of beer, you take one down, and pass it around, nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall! 
WC: Where you learn your Maths one?!

English teachers can't teach Math. Urbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113169174601393147?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113169174601393147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113169174601393147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/math-genius-of-day.html' title='Math Genius of the Day'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113161439568206024</id><published>2005-11-10T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:19:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere under the sun</title><content type='html'>Nan Kai: The telco's reception these days abit weird leh.
Daph: Yah! That night the McDs delivery guy tried to call us from his HP but no reception! Then he had to borrow a phone from someone to call.
Nan Kai: Ah? What telco?
Daph: M1! Summore they say "Everywhere under the sun"!
Nan Kai: But that time no sun ma...

&lt;em&gt;*fainted*&lt;/em&gt;

Over-stressed Engin student in NTU suffers from brain damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113161439568206024?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113161439568206024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113161439568206024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/everywhere-under-sun.html' title='Everywhere under the sun'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113157605162837354</id><published>2005-11-10T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:01:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawn</title><content type='html'>Your brightness distracts me
In the darkness of the night

Unbeknownst to me
Your blinding lights veil me.

Your warmth beckons to me
Till I dance around the fire

Unbeknownst to me
Your raging flames consume me.



*&lt;em&gt;When the moth flies around the flame, It burns itself to death.&lt;/em&gt;
飞蛾扑火, 自取灭亡.
- Chinese proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113157605162837354?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113157605162837354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113157605162837354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/drawn.html' title='Drawn'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113153013423224178</id><published>2005-11-09T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:57:50.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chen Qizhen, I like!</title><content type='html'>Chen Qizhen is coming to Singapore! Aaah! She's my favourite new Chinese female singer. My ultimate fave is of cos, Yanzi, and Qizhen and Liang Jingru tie at second. Haha. I like her as much as Jingru. Woo hoo.

Anyways. &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/SOPApp/SOPPortal/portal_proxy?uri=,Vz1r!j,3H6Bt2Z4vNhuJ,SQsl@n@IkTO5AzsJFM" target=new&gt;Concert&lt;/a&gt;.

 
From the Sistic website: &lt;em&gt;Chen Qi Zhen is one rare songwriter who has successfully moved towards being an independent artiste and yet retained a huge fan base. People from all walks of life are attracted to her unique voice and her simple approach in playing her music with acoustic guitars and an accordion. Her songs will touch your heart unknowingly through sensitive lyrics and soothing styles, which ranges from folk to bossa nova. Bring yourself through her musical journey and be inspired by her songs in this one night only performance!&lt;/em&gt;

 
I think their English sucks, but nevermind that. She rocks! I really love her songs. I read on the net that some people describe her music as Chinese indie music. Haha. That's kinda weird, but I guess that's what it is!


&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/bigheadphonemusic/female/cheer_chen/cheerchen.gif"&gt;

&lt;img src="http://www.sistic.com.sg/images/web/events/concert/qizhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

I want to go!

&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/SOPApp/SOPPortal/trans_svc?request-url=/internet_booking&amp;showCode=ena191105" target=new&gt;But no more tickets.&lt;/a&gt;

Anyone can sell to me? Can pay more. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; Negotiable.

&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; I was like so happy earlier on. Even asking people if they wanna go with me. Unfortunately don't have &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. No one even knows who Chen Qi Zhen is. But anyways. After that, I decided to go alone, then I realised, OMG. Sold out already. &lt;em&gt;Wah lau&lt;/em&gt;. Sucks.

I'm always so slow in such stuff. Whenever I find out about a performance that I want to watch, the tickets are already sold out.

It's happened not once, not twice, but five freaking times. I'm heartbroken. Please send me a ticket. &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;

I'm at SAC studying with &lt;a href="http://www.oddradish.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;Melly&lt;/a&gt;. She's reading her book and I'm doing my Psych essay. Yes. Still working on it. Bah.

We met up around 1pm at the Canteen A bus stop, then walked to SAC. Had lunch at the Quad Cafe before getting down to work. Roast lamb rocks.

Over lunch...
Melly: I have a big appetite.
Daph: Good what, don't waste food like me.
Melly: Haha! Waste. Food! Waist! Food!

At first I didn't get it.

Melly: Would you rather waste food, or have a waist of food? Haha!

&lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

I still want to go to Qizhen's concert. &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113153013423224178?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113153013423224178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113153013423224178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/chen-qizhen-i-like.html' title='Chen Qizhen, I like!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113147602446839481</id><published>2005-11-09T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T02:53:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>I am so so so so so sick of looking at Andrew day in, day out. Andrew doesn't say anything. He just stares back at me. It's so non-interactive that it's getting boring.

And I just made Andrew delete Maple and Fowl Words. And somehow I've got to make him delete MSN too. Haha!

But it would be pointless. Cos if I were to delete MSN, I would need to delete IE and Firefox to stop me from surfing too. Haha. That would render Andrew useless to me. Haha.

Nyeh. I hate the snail's pace at which I am working. I so need a babysitter myself, someone who'll just sit with me and watch me do my work, the way that I did to Alvin just before his PSLEs. Hmm. When are the results coming out? I wonder.

Actually, should I even bother to find out? Bleah. Maybe I should call him on that day, and just ask, "Express or Normal?" That's all I really want to know. Haha.

Okay, let's not think about that now. I have better things to think about, I guess.

Tired. Xiaoyun is not around tonight. She's off to Hall 7 to study with Lance, I guess. I'm not too sure. She seems real stressed. She had an exam today and it was so bad, apparently, cos they changed the syllabus, and the past year papers were easy in comparison. She couldn't finish her paper. Everyone seems stressed. Hrmm.

I need to sleep. Soon. Panda bear. But I'm hungry! &lt;em&gt;*growls*&lt;/em&gt; I shouldn't have had dinner so early this evening. Now I'm damn hungry and I want to eat a McSpicy Double! Boo.

Yay, Alex says he will drive out to buy me food! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I love Alex. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113147602446839481?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113147602446839481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113147602446839481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113146326484482249</id><published>2005-11-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:21:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are The Keys To Your Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You are attracted to good manners and elegance.

In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.

You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/" target=new&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113146326484482249?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113146326484482249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113146326484482249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-are-keys-to-your-heart.html' title='What Are The Keys To Your Heart?'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113145417948104143</id><published>2005-11-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:49:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my weakness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was there. And I thought of you, and us. It hurt, I'll admit. Maybe I have been lying to myself all these while. Because I still missed us, when I looked up at the place where we'd often stand to &lt;strike&gt;talk&lt;/strike&gt; argue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113145417948104143?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113145417948104143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113145417948104143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-my-weakness.html' title='I hate my weakness'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113144279906360494</id><published>2005-11-08T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:39:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm proud of myself. Today I ate dinner on my own. I had skipped lunch, so I was feeling kinda hungry by 5pm. Dropped by at Alex's room but he said he wasn't hungry yet, so I trooped off all alone to Canteen 5. Yes, it's my new eating place. Haha. Kinda sick of Canteen 4 already, cos of the long waiting time. Can 5 is empty, big, and airy. And quiet.

Yay. So I'm very independent today. I ate on my own. Woooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113144279906360494?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113144279906360494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113144279906360494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/independent-girl.html' title='Independent Girl'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113138538699939085</id><published>2005-11-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:43:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iCuter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/dlyv/icuter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

Bwahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113138538699939085?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113138538699939085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113138538699939085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/icuter.html' title='iCuter'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113137348293852700</id><published>2005-11-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:26:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After one episode</title><content type='html'>The verdict is: &lt;a href="http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/shows/drama/view/668/1/.html" target=new&gt;Rainbow Connection&lt;/a&gt; sucks.

The cast is made up of unfamiliar faces, except Julian Hee, Jeanette Aw, and Michelle Yim. The acting really really sucks. It's really very very lame! Goodness. It's quite embarassing to watch them.

The show is supposed to be about dance. So far there isn't much dance action yet. I hope they buck up in the next few episodes. Otherwise it's gonna be the biggest flop that Mediacorp has produced in this arena in quite some time.

I can't tune in to &lt;a href="http://www.8tv.com.my" target=new&gt;8tv&lt;/a&gt; here. Frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113137348293852700?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113137348293852700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113137348293852700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-one-episode.html' title='After one episode'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113136815918729159</id><published>2005-11-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:28:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things make me happy</title><content type='html'>Just had dinner with Xiaoyun at Canteen 5. The food there isn't as bad as everyone said it is. Or did they change the food stall vendors? I don't know. But it's edible. Anyways.

I love this roomie-roomie thing we have between us. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; We can talk, can chat, can confide in each other, can whine to each other, rant, whatever. Haha. She's very sweet; everytime we eat together, she'll give me some of whatever she's eating, so I'll do the same. Hehe. She had some fried chicken wings just now. I had minced pork with tofu. It wasn't half bad, like I said. We chatted and caught up with each other. I haven't seen her in a week! Haha. So fun. It just little things like this that make me a happy girl. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

I was feeling like a happy blessed girl today as I was unpacking my stuff after I got back to Hall. Mommy packed so many things for me - half a loaf of bread, raisin bread, detergent, home-made &lt;em&gt;keropok&lt;/em&gt;, oranges, Indonesian instant noodles (yums, they are the best!), and milk, among others. Happiness.

I found out that &lt;em&gt;keropok&lt;/em&gt;, Milo, and Vitasoy don't go together. Urbs. Gave me a tummy ache soon after. Haha. I was too lazy to go for lunch, so I just ate abit and drank some stuff to keep my tummy happy for awhile. Haha. Either one of it doesn't go down well with the other two.

My Mommy is so smart! She can make her own &lt;em&gt;keropok&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. And about a million other things. I'm missing her food already. Bleah.

Today is Monday. Monday is a good day. Oh, and today there's gonna be a new show on Channel 8: &lt;a href="http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/shows/drama/view/668/1/.html" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow Connection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And I'm gonna watch! Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113136815918729159?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113136815918729159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113136815918729159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-things-make-me-happy.html' title='Little things make me happy'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113133198421176513</id><published>2005-11-07T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:55:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian-ed</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Hall. Reached at about 10:30am or so. Can you feel my &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;-ness? Bah.

Laundry. Projects. Clean the room. Projects. No more home cooked meals. Projects. Messy desk. Projects. I want my Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113133198421176513?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113133198421176513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113133198421176513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/sian-ed.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Sian&lt;/em&gt;-ed'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113127733310669564</id><published>2005-11-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:42:13.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teevee</title><content type='html'>I've been watching rubbish on TV this afternoon. Bleah. Repeat telecasts of Project Superstar on 8tv, and Singapore Hit Awards 2005. Then I watched some random tv show on Ch5, followed by Gilmore Girls.

I think &lt;a href="http://www.8tv.com.my" target=new&gt;8tv&lt;/a&gt; rocks. It's a relatively young channel (in terms of how long it's been around and also its content which appeals to the youth) and they have this beautiful English/Portuguese/Chinese host called Marion Caunter. She's so hot. Haha. Even if you hate the programmes, watch 8tv Quickie! She's on it!

I also like TV commercials in Malaysia. Like my sis Doreen says, the commercials have a story to tell, and is not just product-centred. Also, this festive season, we noticed that Malaysian channels have these fantastic commercials wishing their viewers a Selamat Hari Raya or Happy Deepavali. They have storylines!

I particularly love the Petronas one for Raya with the actress from &lt;a href="http://www.sepet.com.my/" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Her name's Sharifah Amani. So touching. And the Deepavali one, with this group of rapper-wannabes, who are trying to impress girls, when they run into the granny of one of their members. It's really funny. Haha. It says that we should always be proud of our heritage, and proud to be Malaysians.

So many fantastic ads. Oh, and the Celcom one. "This is Celcom territory" - and there are shots of places all over the country. Beautiful. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I think we have fantastic ads, which don't just try to sell Xando pills, Poh Heng jewellery, or Marigold milk. Singapore's TV Channel's programmes may be appealing, but they should do something about the quality of the ads, cos people just don't watch the ads.

A couple of nice ones I've seen would be the Fiona-Joanne one from Citigems, and the Lee Hwa's purple-gold series of ads. That's about it. Hmm. And why is it that there aren't any ads for Hari Raya or Deepavali, when there is an overwhelming amount of ads for Chinese New Year?

Some food for thought. (Read more &lt;a href="http://www.essentric.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113127733310669564?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113127733310669564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113127733310669564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/teevee.html' title='Teevee'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113126040796155389</id><published>2005-11-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:02:10.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nakata.net/en/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot, defined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

It's Sunday today. Hmm. Nothing special about this Sunday. I woke up just before lunch time, and then I groggily sat down at the table and started to eat &lt;i&gt;rice&lt;/i&gt;. Now. That's just &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;. Who eats rice first thing when they wake up? Haha.

I need to trim my fringe and my eyebrows. My fringe keeps getting into my eyes and it's damn irritating.

I'll be going back to Hall tomorrow morning. Mummy and Daddy are driving me cos they need to go to Singapore to settle some stuff too. So I need to pack all my stuff tonight. Gonna bring alot of food stuff back cos it's exams period and I probably won't eat out much. I'll be having my usual meals consisting entirely of fruits again. Haha. By the way. English lesson:

Consists of, comprises of. Sounds correct to you?

Wrong.

The Japan national team &lt;em&gt;consists of&lt;/em&gt; several very hot football players.

The Japan national team &lt;em&gt;comprises&lt;/em&gt; several very hot football players.

There's been some buzz about up-and-coming soccer star Tanaka Tatsuya. Hur hur. But I love Hide most.

Anyway. I digress. So. Please don't say 'comprise of'. It's just &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;. And it irritates me. Actually, alot of things irritate me cos I'm just not a very agreeable person. Ha! Just kidding! Actually, I love everything. World peace!

Hmm I just read the blog of a certain rather prominent (but only because she's externally-beautiful) blogger and I must say that I am rather disgusted with the way that she so shamelessly parades her new boyfriend just so that she can get back at someone else. (If any of you are thinking that it's Xiaxue, please go and slap yourself. Xiaxue is not beautiful; far from it actually - ugly inside, ugly outside) If she wants to talk about him, and make an announcement that they are officially together, it's fine. But she shouldn't really write (in such an overbearingly adoring manner) that he is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; romantic, &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; rich, &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; smart, etc. Aiyoh. It's bad you know. Bad karma to hurt people intentionally. What goes round, comes around. 

Okay, I really should get back to my project. Haha. Blog again when I'm bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113126040796155389?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113126040796155389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113126040796155389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunday-boredom.html' title='Sunday boredom'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113120517475339421</id><published>2005-11-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:03:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things people say</title><content type='html'>Choon Leng: "If we hear, we forget; if we see, we remember; if we do, we understand. If we delete MSN, we concentrate." 

A &lt;a href="http://unpopular-music.blogspot.com/2005/11/flesh-and-faves8pm-till-late.html" target=new&gt;radio-blog&lt;/a&gt;: "Parental guidance advised. Choose your parents wisely..."

&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/choco_goddess/" target=new&gt;Dewi's blog&lt;/a&gt;: "If I ruled the world, we could get money from an ATM just by LOOKING at it. And the money wouldn't even come from our own account. It would be FREE from the bank because we're so cute."

Hahaha.

It's all quiet again. The parents have gone to sleep, and Serene is out with her boyfriend at some random &lt;em&gt;mamak&lt;/em&gt; stall drinking &lt;em&gt;teh peng&lt;/em&gt;, and I have no where to go! Bah.

I have a sad life, right. So I sit here alone, eating up the last 3 remaining cookies from the batch that Doreen and Serene made for their boyfriends a few days back. I didn't bake any. Cos... Hmm. So anyway. I helped them to eat the cookies. Quite yummy.

I got this from Blogthings:

&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You excel at anything difficult or high tech. 
In other words, you're a total (brilliant) geek.
It's difficult for you to find people worth spending time with.
Which is probably why you'll take over the world with your evil robots!

Your strength: Your unfailing logic

Your weakness: Loving machines more than people

Your power color: Tan

Your power symbol: Pi

Your power month: July&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/" target=new&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

Haha! I sound like a Nazi ruler, which Wei Chiang always insists that I am. Lol. But I don't think I'm a total (brilliant) geek, though it's true that I find it difficult to find people worth spending time with. Which explains why I have so few friends, huh? I don't think my weakness lies in loving machines more than people, but rather, how easily I trust people. Hmm. And logic. My strength? But what is logic? What may be logic to me may not make any sense to you.

And since I'm at Blogthings, let's do more silly quiz-thingies:

&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-choosy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
Men notice you light years before you notice them
You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky
You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter
It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/" target=new&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE4E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF1EF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.
You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/" target=new&gt;How Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fashion Style is Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/yourfashionstylequiz/girly.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You dress to look beautiful and show off what you've got
Dresses, skirts, heels... whatever it takes to turn heads
You love feeling like a girl in any setting
Even your workout clothes are cute and feminine!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/yourfashionstylequiz/" target=new&gt;What's Your Fashion Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You understand men almost better than anyone.
You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.
Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/" target=new&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

Muahahahahaha! ... But that sucks cos it means that all the guys end up as my buddies? Oh no. Haha. Okay! Moving on!

&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You Are Girly Panties!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
You're totally girly - it's who you are, not just part of your charm.
From your perfectly painted toenails to your soft lingerie, you're all girl.
Men find you intriguing and sexy - yet also comforting.
Just make sure your feminine ways are womanly... not little girlish!
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/pantiesquiz.html" target=new&gt;
What Kind of Panties Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/girly-panties.jpg"&gt;
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Ummm. Right. Moving on again!
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You Are a Friendly Ex&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
While the guys you've dated haven't been perfect, you've kept most as friends
In fact, one or two of your exes may be your best friends - after all, they know you best
And though your mature attitude is awesome, make sure nothing gets too weird
Or else you could lose these friendships, simply because your exes' new women think you're *too* friendly
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindexquiz.html" target=new&gt;
What Kind of Ex Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;

Yeah, sure, I'm friends with all my ex-es. All except one. Next!
&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/iced-coffee.jpg"&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You Are an Iced Coffee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
You're always on the go... so much so that you can't stop to drink warm coffee
Iced coffee is the perfect energy boost for your crazy, hectic life
And truth be told, you like your life to be on full throttle
You stack activities constantly, so that you never have to slow down or be bored
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/coffeequiz.html" target=new&gt;
What Kind Of Coffee Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/medium-maintenance.jpg"&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You Are Medium Maintenance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
You aren't as hard to deal with as some girls
But you aren't the most laid back chick either
You're easy to deal with 90% of the time, but watch out for that 10%!
If the guy you are with has good intentions, then calm down a little
But if he's really screwing up, don't waste your breath - move on :-)
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/maintenancequiz.html" target=new&gt;
Are You High Maintenance? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;table&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/break-up-pro.jpg" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You Are A Break Up Pro!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
If there were an Emily Post of breaking up, it would be you.
You know exactly when and how to end each relationship
Plus, you are sweet enough to minimize heartbreak
Bottom line, your ex's all remember you fondly - thanks to your break up class
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/artistquiz.html" target=new&gt;
Are You A Break Up Artist? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
Totally totally untrue! Okay, just one more and I'll stop. Haha!

&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;The PJ's You Are Most Like: Comfortable PJ's&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
You're a bit conservative, traditional, and tend to follow conventions
You have an understated, easy sexyness that men love
People instantly find comfort in you, and you're a "best friend" to many.
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/pjsquiz.html" target=new&gt;
What Kind of PJ's Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="top"&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/comfortable-pjs.jpg"&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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So untrue! But I'm done. Haha. So many silly quizzes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113120517475339421?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113120517475339421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113120517475339421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-things-people-say.html' title='Funny things people say'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113119385981995400</id><published>2005-11-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:30:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>I'm alone at home now. A bit of time for me to blast my music a little, and relax a little. Sometimes having too many people in the family means that there's no quiet time! Haha.

Daddy and Mummy are driving Doreen to the Larkin bus terminal to catch a 8:30pm bus to KL, and Serene tagged along. I feel kind of dead. A week has almost gone by since I came home, and I've achieved nothing much. It's a &lt;em&gt;siannifying&lt;/em&gt; feeling. Well, then again, maybe I have. I increased my rating on ISC. Haha.

Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113119385981995400?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113119385981995400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113119385981995400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113117748342397390</id><published>2005-11-05T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T15:59:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just felt like blogging</title><content type='html'>So here I am. It's a lazy Saturday afternoon for everyone else but me. Mummy's reading her newspapers at her usual nap-corner, Daddy's watching TV, Serene and Doreen are upstairs, probably doing some girly stuff, or sleeping.

Doreen's going back to KL this evening. I'll be going back on Monday morning, instead of Tuesday evening, as I originally planned. That's cos Mommy and Daddy will be driving in to Singapore, so they'll drive me back to Hall with all my &lt;i&gt;barang-barang&lt;/i&gt;. I'm stocking up on a lot of stuff for the next few weeks.

I've been planning out my hols whenever I take breaks from my projects. I don't really have much of a plan to talk of, actually, just working out the dates by which I have to settle certain stuff for &lt;a href="http://su.ntu.edu.sg/tribune" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tribune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Bah. So much for a holiday. I guess I won't be going anywhere this December. Am gonna be working (yeap, SingTel) and saving up for my expenses for next sem, cos taking money from your parents sucks. I hate the feeling cos it's like I'm losing my independence! Ack. No, can't let that happen, can we?

Haha. I think I'm too much of an independent person.

Anyway, my hols look like this:

Nov 18 - end of exams
Nov 25 - dialogue session with NTU Council (maybe)
Dec 01 - Union meeting
Dec 09 - Dinner with Audrey and girls
Dec 13 - Playworks workshop day 1
Dec 14 - Playworks workshop day 2
Dec 21 - due date of articles, advertisements, for &lt;a href="http://su.ntu.edu.sg/tribune" target=new&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tribune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dec 25 - Christmas
Dec 28 - production day
Dec 29 - go to press
Dec 29 - PRC camp day 1
Dec 30 - PRC camp day 2
Jan 02 - Sem 2 starts (bleah) and Tribune delivery

So boring! And on as many of the dates in between as possible, I'll probably be working. Aiiee. This entry is so depressing. Let's not talk about hols.

I have an overactive bladder which has absolutely no concept of water retention at all. That's bad. Whatever I drink, I have to shee-shee within the next couple of hours. It doesn't matter whether I have to run to the toilet 3 or 4 times an hour - when I have to go, I just have to go. There must be something wrong with me.

I am so bored. What to do! I want to eat fish and chips. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt; I want the sun to disappear. But then again, I want to suntan. I brought home my bikini and I'm tempted to go tanning in the garden, hahahaha! So funny. Today is so horribly hot. The sun isn't that strong, but it's humid and the temperature is like 200 degrees celsius or something. Horrid horrid. Chocolate chip cookies make me feel better. And my laptop is feeling better with the fan blowing at it. Nyah. I want to name my laptop.

Okay, his name is Andrew. I like. Can? Bleah. Yea. Andrew the Acer. Hah!

I feel gross. My hair is flying all over the place. I need to start combing my hair again or something. I wanted to curl my hair yesterday but then my sis Doreen said I should curl it only in December. Haha. Good idea. Cos my hair will be longer then. Hopefully. Haha!

Actually I feel sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113117748342397390?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113117748342397390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113117748342397390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-felt-like-blogging.html' title='I just felt like blogging'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113111972033817845</id><published>2005-11-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:43:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumble-jumble</title><content type='html'>Healthy Daphne went for a jog with Daddy at the park this evening and actually perspired!

Unhealthy Daphne had a huge slice of Mummy's Oreo cheesecake for dessert after dinner.

Boo.

Sucks. I'll have to start all over again cos calorie gained from the cheesecake is more than calories burnt by the jog. So intake of calories is still positive! Bleah.

I've been eating and eating since I got back that I decided to take things into my own hands, and try to reduce food intake instead. Also trying to be more active, haha, so out comes the skipping rope. Xiaoyun said we'll go jogging one night when we're sick of studying. She just had her first paper today, poor girl. Haha.

Anyways, yesterday my family and I went for a yummy &lt;em&gt;dim sum&lt;/em&gt; breakfast. What a spread. And it all cost only RM 40.70 for the five of us. Cheap huh? Who wants to come to my house to stay over? Haha. &lt;em&gt;Dim sum&lt;/em&gt; breakfast in the morning! Lol.

I've been working at an extremely slow pace that a snail can even over take me. &lt;i&gt;*sighs*&lt;/i&gt; Let's not talk about depressing things.

My youngest sis' bf, Lik, came over for dinner today with my family. As usual, Mom cooked up a storm but the feast was over within 30 minutes (dessert inclusive) haha. I'm kinda missing Hall abit already. I think it's hard to live at home when you've lived independently for too long a period of time. 

It's just like the time when I first moved home from Constance's place after the A Levels. It was weird that I had to go back into the routines of waking up at whatever time Mommy wants me to, bathe after breakfast, stay awake in the afternoons until Mom had finished mopping the floor, nap in the room and not on the couch (she hates it), bathe before dinner or if I bathe after dinner, please bathe before 9pm. That sort of thing. Haha. Well, there are perks of being at home which doesn't include nagging from Mommy. These include watching alot of TV, having good home-cooked food, alot of clean space around me, not having to do my own laundry and settling my own meals, spending time with my parents and sisters, and so on.

I don't know what I'm talking about. It's all just some mumble-jumble that comes to mind. My mind's not very clear now. Must be that white wine we had during dinner. Haha. Nah, I drank very little and I don't get drunk easily. I just get red, haha. I don't like taking pics when I go clubbing cos I drink, and promptly, get red. Ewws. Haha.

I wanna go clubbing again! I haven't been clubbing cos I got bored of it - the alcohol, the high, the dancing, the music, the smoke, the crowd, the sore feet. But I'm starting to crave it again. Wei and I actually intended to go after exams, but we won't be going together anymore now.

&lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt; Well, if there was anyone to blame, it would be myself. I allowed us to get close, even when I knew that you already had that someone special beside you. But it's over now, so I just have to move on. I knew from the start that it would never amount to anything more than  what we had. And because of the way we complemented each other so perfectly, I guess it hurts to say goodbye. 

Maybe because we are so used to the familiarity of each other’s presence. Maybe because we really meant something to each other, maybe. Maybe because we feel that fate is rather unfair to us. Maybe because we can’t get what we both want. Maybe because I like the way you talk to me, listen to me, and care for me. Maybe because you like the way I am always here for you when she isn’t.

But we've chosen this because we know we don't really feel anything for each other except maybe enjoyment of each others' companionship and the constant banter between us. Haha. So I really hope you will find always be happy after this. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;

And maybe one day I'll find my happiness too. 

As Wei Chiang puts it, it's the "End of a chapter in life, (and) the start of another." It won't be hard to turn the page of this one, because we were never meant to be...

Okay, sappy! &lt;em&gt;*snaps out of the sappy mood*&lt;/em&gt; Haha.

[edit 2:14am: Wei and Wei Chiang are different people. I just re-read the entry and realised that they sound the same]

Today I burned 2 full CDs of songs from Serene. She has like more than 5GB of songs in her laptop. I feel so loser-ish with only 470MB of songs. Haha. Got some old favourites like *coughBackstreetBoyscough* and *coughWestlifecough* Haha. I like boybands, okay! Don't discriminate! Haha. Anyways, she has alot of English songs, and I have mostly Chinese songs only.

Hmm. I've not been sleeping in my own bedroom since I got back. That's cos there are too many soft toys on my own bed, which is a double bed, and I'm too lazy to go upstairs to sleep. So nowadays I sleep downstairs, on the single bed, in the study room that's been converted to a sort of bed room. Haha. I like that room. It feels like my own room cos when I go in there, I see my fridge! Haha. Yup, the fridge from my hostel room, which I've moved back home cos Xiaoyun already has a fridge, and it makes no sense to pay $72 each to have our own fridge - so we share. I like the bed cos it was the bed that I slept on as a kid. Heh. The new furniture is nice, but I haven't 'bonded' with it that much yet. Haha. I've had it for a few years already though. But most of the time, I spent away from home anyway. Staying at Constance's for months, then staying at the hostel in NTU.

I'm rarely home, even during the holidays. Like I said, maybe it's because I've been too independent for too long, and after I've been home for some time, I crave to feel independent again. So each time I'm home during the hols, I'm only home for a few days, then I'll go back to the hostel for a few days, then I'll come back again. I guess it works better that way. Then I won't feel too bored.

I admit, I get bored easily. Maybe that explains my inability to sustain interest in anything for a long time. My courses, the people I meet, hobbies I take up... Haha. You know how sometimes you meet some people, and you take an instant liking to them? But I'm never able to sustain the interest, nor maintain the friendship cos I am just too 'lazy' to maintain it? I don't know. Sometimes it feels like you try harder than the other party, and it sorta feels sickening, knowing that maybe that person just can't be bothered, or that you're putting in more effort than the other party. Well, whichever, it sucks. And really, I kind of dislike meeting new people this days, cos I am just an old reclusive hermit crab who wants to be alone. Haha.

Anyways, I miss my friends. The people I am so used to seeing around all the time. The people I am so used to talking to all the time (not necessarily the people I hang out with often). Aiiee. Tomorrow is a Saturday.

I remember back in JC when I was still with Kangwei, I'd go over to Singapore on weekends sometimes, either Saturday or Sunday, and we'd do something together. I can't really remember a lot now, but I remember that we almost always did something fun and interesting. Sometimes it was a picnic, sometimes we went to the beach. I don't think we went to town all that often. I hated crowds even back then. Haha, I just realised something - Kangwei is the only bf I ever had, whom I never had any 'pet name' for. Haha. So weird. Hmm.

I wish I had someone to go out with tomorrow! Bleah.

Aiyah. Nevermind. Just ignore my rambles. I seem to be going on and on tonight. Haha. Mumble-jumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113111972033817845?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113111972033817845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113111972033817845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/mumble-jumble.html' title='Mumble-jumble'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113093701467197440</id><published>2005-11-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:10:14.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A memory meme!</title><content type='html'>A meme I stole from &lt;a href="http://huckerby.blogdrive.com/" target=new&gt;Lester&lt;/a&gt; who got it from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/polyethylene" target=new&gt;his friend&lt;/a&gt;. Do it, okay!

&lt;em&gt;If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your online journal (if you've got one) and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.&lt;/em&gt;

Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113093701467197440?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113093701467197440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113093701467197440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/memory-meme.html' title='A memory meme!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113092145501654307</id><published>2005-11-02T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:56:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid sibling squabbles</title><content type='html'>I feel so lazy today. Several times I started working on the various projects I have at hand, and several times I closed the word documents after writing merely a few lines or a couple of paragraphs. Anyway.

I had this quarrel with my sis just now. It was quite funny after the whole thing blew over. But I was so angry &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; just now! I had this mental image of grabbing her hand and shoving it into the drawer and slamming the drawer close. Tsk tsk tsk. Violent tendencies. Haha. Anyway. This is what happened.

We were standing in the kitchen - she'd just taken out the&lt;em&gt; cheng tng&lt;/em&gt; from the fridge, and she was getting herself a serving. I wanted one too. Then she opened the drawer to take a ladle, and somehow, I placed my hand quite near the drawer. Then suddenly she slammed the drawer shut. And my poor finger &lt;em&gt;kena kiap-ed &lt;/em&gt;in the drawer la! Argh. I was so damn pissed off. We started this yelling match, with me scolding her for being so rough, and with her saying that only stupid people placed their hands at the drawers. Bleah.

Well, after some threats from my dad, we shut up, and I came to the computer to play &lt;a href="http://www.isc.ro" target=new&gt;WordBiz&lt;/a&gt;, while she went upstairs.

An hour later, we both went to the table for tea with my parents, and started laughing merrily.

Stupid sibling squabbles. They never last, do they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113092145501654307?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113092145501654307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113092145501654307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-sibling-squabbles.html' title='Stupid sibling squabbles'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113089877453023574</id><published>2005-11-02T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:41:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the morning</title><content type='html'>Was up by 8am today. I feel so groggy now. And it's barely 10am. Honestly, I wouldn't have woken up so early, had it not been for our guests. Bleah. 

Who the hell goes visiting at 8 freaking o' clock in the morning?!

Anyway, they were the parents of some friends of mine and my sisters'. Anna, Annissa, Allyssa, Amanda, they all lah. I don't know. They have like 5 daughters and 1 son. It's true.

Yes, so anyways, their Mom happens to be my Mommy's friend from some Taichi class. And their Dad works in Jakarta too, like mine. And he's back here for hols cos it's now Deepavali and Hari Raya (Lebaran) season sorta thing. So they decided that they should hang out in Jakarta some time or something. I don't know &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.

But it disrupted my sleep! And I resent that!

Bah. And now I can't sleep cos it's too bright already. So I have been up and about, working on one of my Science reports, and downloading the new 陈绮贞's new album 华丽的冒险. Yeah, the new one that's been advertised on TV. Haha. I didn't know she had released a new album so it was quite exciting. Haha. I am gonna get Jay Chou's new album too. Is it out yet? Hmm. I'm gonna buy this, though. Heh. Sorry I am partial towards him. Lol.

I'm groggy beyond groggy. Is that even possible?

Anyways, my Daddy came home from Jakarta yesterday afternoon! Woots. It was damn funny &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. He got on an earlier flight so he got back earlier than expected.

His original flight was supposed to land at Changi at 3 plus in the afternoon. But Daddy being Daddy, he's always a few hours early at the airport, so even though his flight was scheduled to take off at 12 plus, he was already there at about 9am. It's a standing joke in the family. Haha. Anyways. There happened to be a flight at 9:30am, and there was one seat left! So they put him on that flight! Haha! What luck. And it was a good thing that he didn't have any baggage to be checked-in, only a small hand-carry bag, so he ran all the way from the check-in counter to the departure gate. Haha. I can just imagine him running. Luckily though, Daddy is as fit as a fiddle and runs often. He runs faster and has better stamina than me, and he's 55 and I'm only 22! Bah. &lt;em&gt;*ashamed*&lt;/em&gt;

So yeah that's why he got back early yesterday. Quite funny, really, cos we kept saying yesterday that it's true that the early bird gets the worm. Haha!

When we were younger and living in Jakarta, we always made a fuss about having to go to the airport early, whenever we were coming back to Malaysia for the holidays. Daddy always insisted on going early, cos he was worried &lt;em&gt;*coughparanoidcough*&lt;/em&gt; about missing the flight. But after a couple of trips back home, we decided it was smarter not to argue - save the energy used to argue, cos no matter what, Daddy's word rules and we still had to go early anyway. Haha.

Okay, some of the stupid files I downloaded are not working! Hrmph. I think I have to wait awhile before getting those songs, cos some of them are in wma format, and cannot be opened huh! Stupid ahh! Waste my time. Actually I prefer to download songs in mp3 format.

Har! I am sleepy &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113089877453023574?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113089877453023574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113089877453023574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/11/early-in-morning.html' title='Early in the morning'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113077252875351053</id><published>2005-10-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:41:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween?</title><content type='html'>What does &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween" target=new&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt; mean to us? As Asians, the celebration of this festival only signifies the infiltration of the overpowering (overbearing) American culture into our society.

I get a bit irritated when people message me "Happy Halloween". Yeah. It's Halloween. The &lt;a href="http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/halloween/?page=origins" target=new&gt;Americans and Irish have their history and traditions&lt;/a&gt; blah blah blah. Uh-huh. So?

It's nothing to me, geddit. What do you expect me to do? Dress up as some ghost / ghoul / witch /  bunny / cat / devil / angel / some kinda fantasy creature, then go knock on my neighbours' doors and shriek "Trick-or-Treat?!" at them when they open the door? Oh wait. In Asian countries, they have to walk out to unlock the gates for us. So it kinda gets lost, the fun of it, cos we can't creep up their driveway and go straight to the door. Oh, and in Singapore, Aunties and Uncles will scold you "&lt;em&gt;siao!&lt;/em&gt;" and ask you to scram if you go trick-or-treating at their HDB flats, asking for candy.

So what do Asians do on Halloween night? They dress up as any of the above-mentioned characters and go drink themselves silly at parties at clubs, then puke all over their costumes. Yeah, parties with loud music, cigarettes, booze and drugs. And sex with random partners if you're into one-night-stands.

Yeap. So &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a2/Jack-o%27-Lantern_2003-10-31.jpg/610px-Jack-o%27-Lantern_2003-10-31.jpg" target=new&gt;Happy Halloween to those of you who celebrate it the Asian way&lt;/a&gt;.

For the rest of us who like to stick to our Asian roots, Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya! &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113077252875351053?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113077252875351053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113077252875351053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween?'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113069508647945875</id><published>2005-10-31T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:58:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You're more than quirky, you're downright strange.
But you're also strangely compelling, like a cult leader.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/" target=new&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113069508647945875?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113069508647945875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113069508647945875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113068737764260379</id><published>2005-10-30T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:49:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Yeay! I am home. Haha. Just arrived this morning. Got home pretty late last night, after Alicia's party.

It was great seeing the &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt; again. Alicia, Cal, Mel, Mag, Mingwei. Haha! Luther was there too. And some ass.

I forgot to bring the camera back, so I can't upload the pics! Bleah. You guys will just have to wait for awhile for the pics. Hahaha.

Anyways. After the celebrations at the chalet (Costa Sands at Sentosa) last night, I walked around aimlessly at Harbourfront for awhile. Met up with Wei, then he sent me back to Hall. I fell asleep soon after I bathed... until this morning. I actually missed the damned alarm, I think. I was just so tired.

The journey this morning was pretty much uneventful. I love travelling by the Second Link. So fast! There's no queue for buses, no queue for immigration clearance, no traffic jam. Smooth all the way. Hehe.

Oh yeah, I grabbed some breakfast from Old Chang Kee at JP, and intended to eat it on the way. When I reached the customs, I realised that it was the Ramadhan month, and I felt so bad, I just couldn't eat. Until I reached Malaysia, and I just felt so awful without food in me, that I went to a corner, and took out the yam pie and curry puff from my bag, and quickly wolfed it down. Then I went to board the bus. Haha.

Which brings me to my point: Why do some people have the sensitivity of an elephant's hide? I really really really hate it when some people ignore the existence of our Muslim friends and the fact that they are fasting, and continue eating in front of them anyway. Especially in class. Goodness. In the first place, you're not supposed to eat in class! And why are people so oblivious to other people's religions?

It's probably fine if this happens in the morning cos they've just eaten, but not at 2-3pm or beyond cos anyone would be hungry by then (not counting me &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; okay, I don't need to eat, I'm a 神仙 okay!) But yeah. I think it's quite mean &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, that's all.

I want to say that I love Old Chang Kee's yam pie! I actually curbed my addiction to it already, until that night, when roomie gave me one. Then it started all over again. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;

Haha. Anyways, I'm gonna be home for quite some time. Daddy's coming home on Tuesday! Yay! Everyone's gonna be here till the weekend's over. Except Elaine. But well, yeah, she can't help being in Scotland and all. Anyways. It's gonna be a blast. I just so love being at home. &lt;i&gt;*beams*&lt;/i&gt;

It's been over a month &lt;a href="http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/09/slc-workshops-day.html" target=new&gt;since I last came home&lt;/a&gt;. It always feels good to be home. There's alot of space here! I feel happier when I'm home, presumably because of that. Haha. I just love space. The small area that I am confined to in Hall is really pathetic. At first, you don't mind it much, but after days on end of not seeing any other landscape, you just yearn to get out.

Speaking of that, it was a welcoming sight to see coconut trees and palm trees and grass and so much greens line the roads leading from the Second Link to my home. I love the greens. I just stared out of the bus' windows all the way home, taking in all that pretty sight. And looking out at the sparkling waters under the bright morning sun, as we crossed the bridge is such a great feeling. Because when I look beyond the waters, I see my home.

No matter what, Malaysia remains my beloved home country. &lt;b&gt;: )&lt;/b&gt; I'm just so happy to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113068737764260379?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113068737764260379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113068737764260379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113052288942862519</id><published>2005-10-29T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:02:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>Yeay, the Union photoshoot pictures are out already! Haha. Finally have some time now to upload the pictures. &lt;b&gt;: )&lt;/b&gt;

Sorry this is gonna be very narcissistic. 10 photos of me coming up! Haha. I feel almost bad for making anyone look at it at all. Almost. Haha.

&lt;center&gt;
&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56919139_faa5dedc13_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/56919140_d71c9fb19b_m.jpg"&gt;

&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/56919141_5159379104_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56919142_5122bd34a7_m.jpg"&gt;

&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/56919144_d10dfbbfcc_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/56919146_1db4e8cf94_m.jpg"&gt;

&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56930796_3261d47616_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56930803_5c62bbc5a3_m.jpg"&gt;

&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/56931518_f0609071c5_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56930813_f8dc0b2e87_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

I haven't decided which one I want to put up on the Union noticeboard and the &lt;a href="http://su.ntu.edu.sg" target=new&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; (our website is damn freaking nice, btw! Hur hur). Well, I was considering either 2nd row LHS, or last row RHS. So anyways, hehe. Let me know which one is nicer? Thankooberymuchie! &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;

I think they are nice! But I look chubby in some shots Haha! I have a chubby face. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt; Must stop snacking like Xiangying! Haha. My cheeks look like fishballs and are further accentuated by my dimples. So sad! Other people's dimples make them look good. Mine makes me look fatter. Bleah.

There were groups shots as well - firstly the whole Union together, then we had group shots of our cells (Central Cell, Welfare Cell and Project Cell). I shall just post up the pic of the Project Cell, though I'm not in it (I'm in Central). Cos I think our guys look damn good! And they are damn vain. Haha! Note that these are just some of the guys in Union. There are too many guys in Union. Bleah. Only 9 out of 23 are girls...

Anyways. Presenting to you...

&lt;center&gt;The Project Cell!
&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/56943138_0b2db1705d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

Haha. So &lt;em&gt;act sey&lt;/em&gt; (pretending to be cool) right? Actually they are not. Haha! Okay I'm really kidding. They are cool. &lt;em&gt;*smug*&lt;/em&gt; Look at Fish! Fish is the guy in the bright blue shirt. Woah. He damn &lt;em&gt;li hai&lt;/em&gt; to pose okay! Lol.

Rights. Moving on. Today I studied (worked on my project) at SAC. Was with XY and Yizheng till late afternoon, then I was alone for awhile. Had dinner with Ian at Quad Cafe, then we both joined Lawrence and Isleen at the meeting room 2. It's warmer in there. Hehe.

Gonna study tomorrow, then going for Alicia's 21st birthday party! Many many pics coming up tomorrow! Everyone is turning 21. I want to be 19!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113052288942862519?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113052288942862519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113052288942862519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113047381876023583</id><published>2005-10-28T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:30:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Bugger 1</title><content type='html'>Yeah, make more demands. I would really love to see you try to be among us. And what was your point in putting such a picture up? It only proves that you are such a petty bastard who is so hard-up of being mentioned by the media. You know what? Your picture only proves to us that you are a &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/lexec.php?op=LexLink&amp;lexicon=lexicon&amp;keyword=N.A.T.O." target=new&gt;NATO&lt;/a&gt; person. It's been 2 years and you have achieved absolutely nothing.

So what is your freaking point, you chicken shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113047381876023583?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113047381876023583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113047381876023583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/irritating-bugger-1.html' title='Irritating Bugger 1'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113042885649152838</id><published>2005-10-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:00:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.retardpatrol.blogspot.com/" target=new&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(This is damn funny)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Today I am going to sleep early. Yay, good girl. Haha. I'm going to sleep right after I bathe. And I'm gonna bathe right after I blog. Yay.

Tomorrow I am going to study at SAC.

Actually I really have nothing to blog about. Haha! Haha! Go and read that funny blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113042885649152838?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113042885649152838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113042885649152838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/early-night.html' title='Early night'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113041664008523681</id><published>2005-10-27T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:37:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Slaves (for) U!</title><content type='html'>My last few days have been a blur. Project, sleep, project, sleep, project, sleep, project, sleep. So I alternate between a state of consciousness (or rather, semi, haha) and a comatose-like state.

On a louder note, literally, I've dug out my old speakers and connected them to my laptop. The sound is fantastic. I've not listened to music &lt;i&gt;this loud&lt;/i&gt; since I got this laptop. Haha. The subwoofer is fantastic. I love my speakers. &lt;b&gt;: )&lt;/b&gt; I can hear the boom-boom-boom! Hur hur hur.

I just ate a dinner of fastfood again. Mos Burger today. My fave Teriyaki Chicken without mayo, fries with tomato sauce, and iced milk tea (yeah &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, high-class expensive teh-peng &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;). Yums. I think I deserve it after working so hard today.

On a totally irrelevant note, I need to bitch and rant.

&lt;em&gt;*start of rant*&lt;/em&gt;

Anyways. We are not Slaves (for) U. We are trying our damnedest best to get things done, whether you believe it or not. If you're so smart and efficient, stop sitting there demanding and pointing fingers, get your ass in here and do something for yourself. We do not ask you to acknowledge our efforts, but please, respect us as human beings too, instead of hurling abuse at us all the time. We are already working our butts off for you. We feel more like full-time Slaves (for) U than undergrads. But not only we don't get the basic respect that every human being is surely entitled to, we also have to bear the brunt of your lame sarcasm which are not backed by any factor except your personal dissatisfaction with everything in the world. And if you can't say anything smart, please don't say anything. We are only concerned for your image (really don't want you to appear stupid to the others) if you haven't already destroyed it by now.

&lt;em&gt;*end of rant*&lt;/em&gt;

Now that the anger is out of my system, I am gonna hold my breath and dive back into that shitpool that all of you created for us, and try to placate you some more. Afterall, we are Slaves (for) U! &lt;em&gt;*wide smile*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113041664008523681?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113041664008523681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113041664008523681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-slaves-for-u.html' title='Yay! Slaves (for) U!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113029932463941843</id><published>2005-10-26T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:02:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be a bad day</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a terrible headache. The toothache has dulled slightly and now it's my head that is throbbing. Also, my shoulders ache (probably from sitting at the desk for hours on end, poring over notes or typing on my laptop). The feeling sucks.

I'm supposed to study at KAP again with Darl today but I'm really not in the mood to go. I don't feel like doing anything today. But I know I must work on those darned projects.

I think I will take a panadol, then nap for another hour or so, before starting  work. It's lunchtime though. I wish lunch would just fly to me. I hate going down to the canteen to get food. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113029932463941843?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113029932463941843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113029932463941843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-gonna-be-bad-day.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a bad day'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113023009811790614</id><published>2005-10-25T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:00:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any grandparents up for rent for 2 hours?</title><content type='html'>Feeling frustrated at the snail's pace of my History project. It's an oral history assignment, and I am still reading up to get background knowledge so that I can know what kind of questions to ask in the interview.

Basically, I have to find some &lt;i&gt;ancient person&lt;/i&gt; to talk to about some pre-independence side of Singapore. Life during the Japanese occupation, the Hock Lee bus riots, or Sook Ching incident or something.

Now tell me. Where the fuck am I supposed to find someone that old?

The assignment is so unfair to us foreigners. And it so happens that I am the only foreigner in my course. Dammit. So freaking unfair. I mean, the rest of them can just find some old grandparent or something. Me? What about me?!

Argh. I haven't even found any suitable candidate. Can someone help me here?

Suitable candidate would have to:
(a) be physically present in Singapore during pre-1942 Singapore
(b) be old
(c) speak English (cos I'm not proficient enough in other languages)

Can anyone please offer their grandparents up for my inspection?

&lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt; I feel sad now.

I think menses are coming soon. I can feel it. The bad mood is coming back. The grouchiness and grumpiness. And the irritability. Gah. So if you want to see more happy entries, please offer your grandparents. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113023009811790614?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113023009811790614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113023009811790614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/any-grandparents-up-for-rent-for-2.html' title='Any grandparents up for rent for 2 hours?'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113017760300034359</id><published>2005-10-25T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T03:00:23.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky!</title><content type='html'>Do you believe that this is a coincidence, fate, or chance?

Yesterday night, Yizheng slept through dinner time, and at about 3am, he MSNed me that and told me that he was hungry. I told him to go and look for someone in his block to ask for food! I’d mentioned that one of my friends stays in Hall 12, Blk 59, Level 5, Room xxxx and Yizheng said that he stays at Room xxxx which was just a few rooms away.

This evening, I got a call from Yizheng’s HP, but it’s not him. Someone found his HP in the toilet! Haha! I think it’s in Hall 12. Anyways, Yizheng now owes me a treat cos I was able to tell the person, who found the phone, his exact room number. Woo hoo.

Fate? Coincidence? Hehe.

Whatever it is, Yizheng, you finally get a chance to treat me okay! &lt;strong&gt;: P&lt;/strong&gt; And you're definitely worse than I am - I accidentally dropped my HP in the cinema, but you &lt;em&gt;left it &lt;/em&gt;in the toilet. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113017760300034359?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113017760300034359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113017760300034359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/freaky.html' title='Freaky!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113012760751257697</id><published>2005-10-24T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:51:17.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sleepless night</title><content type='html'>Woah! I'm up already! I'm such a good girl! &lt;em&gt;*beams*&lt;/em&gt;

Yeah, right. I haven't slept. Dammit. I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed and tossed and turned about 3029 times before I decided to get up to continue working on my Science project. Argh. I feel half dead already, and I'm supposed to go and study with XY. I need to! &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt; Still many many projects to finish up before I go for exams.

So I'm gonna brave the wooziness today, and go ahead and &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt; all the way till I drop dead tonight.

Going to meet Nankai and Eve now for lunch first... Yays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113012760751257697?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113012760751257697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113012760751257697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-sleepless-night.html' title='Another sleepless night'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113010385993173337</id><published>2005-10-24T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:35:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of motorbikes and songs</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog &lt;em&gt;something long, juicy and important&lt;/em&gt; tonight before sleeping. But I got distracted making a blog template. My first time starting from scratch. Eeks.

I'm kinda tired now, so I will just blog about nothing in particular. Haha. Actually I started making the template cos I wanted to change the template of my private blog. But I decided not to, and made something else instead.

I wanna make myself a pink layout. Lalala.

Just now I had my 2nd ever motorbike ride! (My first was with this student working part-time as a supper-delivery guy, who sent me from Hall 10 to Hall 3) Woo hoo. But damn scary. Haha. Nankai and I were at SAC, you see, so he sent me back to Hall, then he came to my room to watch &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/atv_vampire_b.shtml" target=new&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Date with a Vampire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hahaha. So funny. He was talking to Eve on the phone and he was telling her about my experience as a pillion rider on his bike.

I was freaking scared &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;! When we were going round a bend or a corner, he leaned to the left, and I tried to lean to the right cos I was damn scared. I know I shouldn't have, cos it would just make things worse, but I couldn't stop my body from reacting that way. Haha! He didn't ride fast, but it was scary for me. I guess after seeing all the motorbike accidents, I get freaked. But I'm glad I went on his bike. So funny. Haha. It will be something for us to laugh at for some time!

Anyways. My current favourite songs are: 

&lt;a href="http://d32.yousendit.com/F/01Q3CAAFCRLRM3P6UDKRWUC0C3/renamed_05%20(FIR..).mp3" target=new&gt;Stefanie Sun's 第一天&lt;/a&gt;
I absolutely love this song! Except for the ending, which had her repeating for 20 whole seconds, "First day, first day, first day, today, everyday!" That was really quite retarded. Oh, and the part when someone (I don't know who!) was screaming "... de weii laaaiiii...!" around 02:45min into the song. But the front part of the song is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good that I would still give it 4.6826 out of 5 stars! (I like decimals, cannot &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?!) The song starts off with a classical-music feel, and then the guitars and drums come in, and picks up the beat from there. Stef's voice is clear as always, and her unique accent makes this song exclusively &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt;. But make no mistake, the influence of F.I.R. and Mayday is apparent here. Overall, I say this song is the best in the &lt;a href="http://d32.yousendit.com/F/28AEW0W4JP91T1NDUNSOVYYAGV/Stef%20Sun%20-%20A%20Perfect%20Day.rar" target="new"&gt;entire album&lt;/a&gt;. It makes me feel so happy when I listen to it! Catchy, upbeat, great voice, great accompaniment on the drums and guitar - what's there not to like?

&lt;a href="http://d32.yousendit.com/E/2H8JCW27IR6IL0S3XZDPG1M47X/renamed_%20-%20Endless%20Love.mp3" target=new&gt;成龙 &amp; 金喜善 - Endless Love&lt;/a&gt;
This is one of the theme songs from Jackie Chan's latest blockbuster, &lt;a href="http://www.jackiechan.com/filmproject/2005myth.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Myth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a duet in Mandarin (sung by Jackie himself) and Korean (sung Kim Hee-Seon, the ultimate Korean babe herself!) which is really surprising because the stars of a movie don't usually sing the theme song themselves, right? But they surpass my expectations, and sing it extremely well. I don't know what the parts in Korean mean (except that &lt;i&gt;saranghae&lt;/i&gt; means 'I love you'), but here's the lyrics &lt;a href="http://love.hinews.cn/page.php?xuh=8898" target=new&gt;in Chinese, together with a video clip of the song&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;em&gt;*sigh sigh sigh!*&lt;/em&gt; She's so pretty! Right, yes. The song. For most of the part, they sing individually, but at certain parts, they sing one whole verse together (in Mandarin cos Jackie cannot pronounce Korean words? Haha). It doesn't sound fantastic when their voices blend together - in fact, it just doesn't sound like her. You get the impression that she's trying to force her pitch to match his. Still, it makes for great listening; very romantic and soothing. The video clip is nothing to rave about (except scenes that have closeups of Kim Hee Seon, hehe!) because it's all scenes from the movie itself, with the two making a cameo appearance for all of five minutes at the beginning. I'll give it 4.1482 out of 5 stars!

How did this entry become a songs review? Lol.

Okay, bed time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113010385993173337?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113010385993173337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113010385993173337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-motorbikes-and-songs.html' title='Of motorbikes and songs'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113006501739790674</id><published>2005-10-23T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:56:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goh Sin Tub</title><content type='html'>Used to be acquainted with him when I was in AES. 

My good friend Joanne and I started an online community called "Singapore Writing for Teens" (now defunct). It was really quite popular, and we had alot of members, who submitted literary works weekly or daily even!

Then Straits Times decided to interview us and they actually did a pretty big feature on us. But that's not the point.

During the interview, I mentioned Mr Goh as one of my favourite writers. He wrote great short stories about life in Singapore. Alot of them were his experiences and thoughts on historical events in Singapore. He was one of the pre-war Singaporeans who lived to tell the story. And he did so in a wonderful way - with personal anecdotes.

Some time after the interview was published in the Straits Times, Mr Goh contacted us and said that he'd like to meet us. He said that he was at a 'low' in his life then - I think he mentioned something about having no inspiration to write anymore. Then when he saw our interview with ST, he felt encouraged.

He happens to be a family friend of our principal, Mr Marcel Lee. So Mr Goh got in touch with us! I was so nervous when I first met him. He was my fave local author! But Mr Goh was this jovial and kind old man (he was 70 at the time) who made me feel at ease soon after we first got acquainted. We talked about writing, about our ambitions, about his stories that I loved.

He visited our school off and on then, and we kept in touch through e-mails through my JC years. Then it tapered off cos I got too busy, and I stopped writing. I just lost the inspiration to write stories and poems, and I didn't want to talk to him about it.

Anyway, he wrote a story in his book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Singapore 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dedicated to us, titled "A Posy for Daphne, Joanne and Josephine" and invited us to the launch of the book. We felt so honored!

Anyway, we fast-forward this flashback to the present day.

I thought of him today, so I googled him to see what he's been up to. And &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;rls=GGLG%2CGGLG%3A2005-37%2CGGLG%3Aen&amp;q=goh+sin+tub" target="_blank"&gt;here is what I was greeted with&lt;/a&gt;.

I didn't know.

It's been almost a year. If at this time one year ago, I had thought of him, I would probably have been able to talk to him at least one more time...

&lt;a href="http://www.getforme.com/previous2004/191104_writeraugustinegohsintubdies.htm" target="_blank"&gt;He had a stroke&lt;/a&gt; on 13 Nov 2004 and was admitted to Mount Alvernia Hospital. After a brain operation, he went into a coma from which he never woke up.

I feel so blah.

But I'll always remember him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113006501739790674?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113006501739790674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113006501739790674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/goh-sin-tub.html' title='Goh Sin Tub'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-113006057419689370</id><published>2005-10-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:45:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing in my denim shorts</title><content type='html'>I've been missing for some time, huh? Haha. Been quite busy. I'm now studying at SAC, eating cold fries. They're not just &lt;i&gt;not hot&lt;/i&gt; anymore, they are actually cold, due to the subzero temperatures at the SAC.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Went to West Mall to study with XY. We intended to study at Coffee Bean, but they were closed for renovation! So frustrating! I needed a power point for my laptop, so I had to look for alternative places. Went to Macs, BK, then KFC. Only KFC (my last choice) had a power socket, so we had to settle down there. Needless to say, we smelt like fried chicken when we finally emerged.

Met up with Nankai for a while in the evening. He came to West Mall to look for me after he fixed his bike. Accompanied him while he had his dinner at the foodcourt. Man, this guy can really eat. He ate two huge bowls of rice. Don't know why he's still so damn skinny. Hehe.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Spent most of my Friday watching &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=91" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on DVD. Thanks to Nankai. Haha. I started at about 10pm on Thursday night, and finished the entire series (6 DVDs / 20 episodes) by 4am on Saturday morning.

I never watched it in 2002. So what? &lt;i&gt;Cannot ah&lt;/i&gt;?!

Haha. It's damn slow. Alot of flashbacks (and even more crying, haha), and the theme songs kept repeating till I got so sick of it. Some parts were boring, so I played the DVD at 1.5x or 2x the normal speed. Just skim through! 

But Bae Yong-Joon (who playes Kang Joon-Sang and Lee Min-Hyoung in the drama) looks so good here. I simply adore him. Haha. Here you go:

&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/233/979/320/baeyongjoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

I cried alot during the show. Haha. Expected, huh? I'm such a softie. I think the whole show was depressing, except the first episode when they were still in high school and happily in love.

So Friday came and went like that.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Spent the day out studying (actually, I've not been studying - rather, I've been doing projects). Went to KAP Macdonalds with XY and Yizheng. Ate Macs. Sinful sinful.

XY had to leave at about 5 plus, but me and Yizheng stayed till 7 plus. Then we took 174 back to JP. Had dinner (I was starving by then), then we decided to catch a movie. Decided on &lt;a href="http://www.transporter2movie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transporter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a guy's show &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. Not bad though - quite entertaining - with all that high-speed car-chasing, the violence, the fighting. Haha. Even some sarcastic remarks.

After the movie, I boarded 179 back to NTU, while he went off by 199. At the first bus stop, I realised that I'd dropped my phone in the cinema! OMG. I quickly alighted, then ran back all the way to JP, and up the stairs, to the 3rd level where the cinema was.

Went straight to the entrance, and told the girl I needed to go in to look for my HP in Theatre 6 cos I dropped it there. She said, "Oh!" Then promptly opened a drawer and took out my HP. I was never more grateful than that very moment. Haha.

So that's the story of how a lucky girl lost her HP and found it back. Incy wincy.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Woke up around lunchtime and came to SAC with Yizheng. Ate Macs for lunch again. Bleah. Fat fat fat. But today I ate grilled chicken foldover, so it's not that bad &lt;i&gt;hor&lt;/i&gt;? (Trying hard to console myself) Haha.

Nankai came around 3pm to join me. But he's like napping now cos he's too tired? Yeah. Apparently he went to play basketball this morning with Tsz Hin, and so he's knocked-out now. Tsk tsk tsk.

Okay, enough updates for the moment. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-113006057419689370?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113006057419689370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/113006057419689370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/freezing-in-my-denim-shorts.html' title='Freezing in my denim shorts'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112989904131634183</id><published>2005-10-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:50:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running away </title><content type='html'>from reality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112989904131634183?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112989904131634183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112989904131634183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/running-away.html' title='Running away '/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112979497955620337</id><published>2005-10-20T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:59:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pageants are fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;NTU Uni Pageant 2006&lt;/b&gt;. Hurry send in your nominations! Hehe. &lt;b&gt;: )&lt;/b&gt; I already have 3 friends being nominated haha. It's really gonna be a worthwhile experience, and despite all the negative publicity about pageants, I think that you really gain alot when you join one - it's all about the self-confidence! So I really urge all you NTU girls out there to send in your photos now! (Okay this is a shameless plug for a Union event, but I think it's for a cause! Haha) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; (Click on the image to enlarge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/233/979/1024/tribune2.jpg' target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/233/979/320/tribune2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112979497955620337?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112979497955620337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112979497955620337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/pageants-are-fun.html' title='Pageants are fun!'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112975467787144845</id><published>2005-10-20T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T05:00:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of ex-boyfriends and crushes.</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling forlorn all day, and then Blogger decides to abandon me too, by not allowing me to blog. It was down the whole night. Irritating irritating.

I went for Council meeting afterall. It was quite a waste of my time, I must say. Why why why. And so many Excos didn't turn up. I think everyone is falling ill. It's the exams period afterall. Though I think exams are the last thing on any of the excos' minds now - we're still trying to finish up overdue projects, or catch up with work, to think about the impending exams.

I just literally wasted 10 minutes of my precious time listening to the silly podcast that X*axue posted on her blog. I never took her writing seriously - too silly to be pondered over - but after I listened to her podcast, I decided that she isn't very articulate or even remotely talented in that area either. Haha. So if you think her writing is bad, seriously, her speech is worse.

And I just wasted another 2 minutes writing about her. Anyway I think her blog is so commercialised. She is worse than before now with all those ads for Voxy, Localbrand, Kimage and whatnot. Terrible terrible. But well, it's her blog and she can choose to make herself look as stupid as she wants to.

And another 2 minutes wasted.

But! Her new blog layout is damn nice. Shit. I'm jealous of it! Bleh. Am going to coerce someone into making a Flash layout for me too. Haha. I shall soon find my unsuspecting victim. Haha. Or I can go and get a boyfriend who's proficient in Flash. Haha! Not flashing, please. Interested applicants please &lt;a href=mailto:dlyv.blog@gmail.com&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt; and provide a portfolio of previous Flash works that you've done. Hahahaha!

Okay, its 4am, I can't sleep, and I have to be at West Mall in 8 hours. That's bad. I need to go and force myself to sleep! Bah.

I promised XY that I would sleep by 2am, but I am still awake 2 hours later! And what have I done in these 2 hours? I played Solitaire, I whined about not being able to blog, I ate supper (oops), I chatted with Alicia and whined about my curly hair and asked her if I should do rebonding, and finally decided that I liked curls more. Oops. Haha.

So what do you think? Should I re-curl my hair, or should I leave it? Or should I rebond? I like the messy curls on my hair, and the perpetually un-combed look (which is true because I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; comb my hair). But I also like swishing my hair around (this can only be done with rebonded hair)! Haha. Dilemma.

Haha, damnit, so bimbotic.

I just read the blog of an ex-bf of mine (formerly known as The Boy). &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; I think the short period of time during which we were together was quite traumatizing for him. I just want &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to know that I never intended to inflict those emotional wounds on you, and I know you never wanted to hurt me either. But we both did it, and it's irreversible. But I just want to say that you'll always have a very very very very special place in my heart, cos we were not just a couple, but also great friends. It's hard to believe that it seems so far away now - the start and the end of the relationship - though it was really quite recent.

Speaking of relationships and such, I realised I haven't blogged about &lt;i&gt;he-who-must-not-be-named&lt;/i&gt; for a long time! Haha. Is that good? Well, the huge fiasco that involved him a couple of weeks back, erm, let's just say it didn't really happen afterall. Haha. We are still friends I guess, just not as close as before, presumably because I don't really talk to him now, and we're too busy with school and ECA to actually have a real conversation. But then again, friendships with guys doesn't necessarily include talking very often. Haha.

Whatever can happen, may happen, and I'm just sitting around (besides doing 2 million other things with my life) waiting to see if it will. Haha. I'm not in a rush to get involved with anyone, cos of my level of commitment in co-curricular activities, and because I need to study. So, I guess I really am quite content to let it stay this way - us being friends, and co-workers, and whatever. I can hear the protests of &lt;a href="http://www.-l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Linda the Love Guru&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. It's okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, huh, if it's meant to be then it's meant to be. Alex (who is one of the 3 only people in this whole wide world who knows &lt;i&gt;he-who-must-not-be-named&lt;/i&gt; and myself personally) will also nag at me and say that if I continue waiting, I will regret, that chances must be created, bla bla bla. The second person who knows has been dropping damn obvious hints to me but I am just gonna ignore it. Haha. The last person who knows is my sis Elaine, but haha, she just listens to me when I talk about it.

Crushes are so secondary school! Haha, but quite cute, huh! I haven't had a real crush since Hanqiang, my senior from Sec 4/1. Heh. Hanqiang was an &lt;em&gt;ah-beng&lt;/em&gt;. But I liked him alot! I even stayed back for STAR-programme after school everyday so that I can study with him. So cute. Haha. We'd be at the windy study area, or the canteen, studying together after school. And we'd talk. I was uber-shy (still am now, which is why I classify &lt;i&gt;he-who-must-not-be-named&lt;/i&gt; as crush only, haha) and would blush everytime he talked to me or looked at me. And when we studied together, I would read my book so earnestly that if my eyes emited heat, they would have burnt a hole right through those thick Chem textbooks.

But it was really sweet, the crush. Unfortunately, I was in Sec 3 then, and he was graduating soon. He went on to JC and we lost touch. I moved on, dated other people. Haha. But I think that was the sweetest crush I ever had. I even wrote down all our encounters in this pink Hello Kitty notebook, which I still have in one of my drawers at home. Hehe.

Anyway! Projects, exams, &lt;a href="http://su.ntu.edu.sg/tribune" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tribune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (e-version is up!), family, friends. My main priorities now. So I shan't think too much about other unimportant stuff like crushes, haha.

Daddy is coming home soon for &lt;em&gt;Lebaran&lt;/em&gt;. Woo hoo. Everyone's going home. Family reunion. Everyone with the exception of Elaine, who's not gonna be here. &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt; Well babe, we'll be thinking of you in Dundee, battling the cold cold winter, while we tuck into one of Mommy's delicious dinners. Haha.

10 days to the return of 5 people, from 4 different places, to the family home. Homecoming. (heart) &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112975467787144845?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112975467787144845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112975467787144845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-ex-boyfriends-and-crushes.html' title='Of ex-boyfriends and crushes.'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112969434208824507</id><published>2005-10-19T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:59:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forlorn</title><content type='html'>It's almost lunch time again. I keep thinking about eating. OMG. It's bad. Haha. It means that I'm not stressed? Cos when I'm stressed I just don't eat.

Gah. Better get myself busy and stressed! Stress is good.

Tonight we're having Council meeting. Goodness. Another late night. I really want to skip. But sheesh. Feels so irresponsible. I've not missed a single meeting so far. But the thought of going down to SAC, then skipping dinner again, and later, going for late-dinner/supper. It's bad, right? Sigh. I don't want to eat supper anymore!

Last night, I went with Alex for a late dinner at Ah Fang, then I ate 2 pratas (1 &lt;em&gt;telur&lt;/em&gt;, 1 &lt;em&gt;kosong&lt;/em&gt;) and had an iced Horlicks. OMG so sinful! Argh. Must not eat, must not eat. Tonight go jogging. Yeay.

Alex is damn evil. Yesterday I called him in the evening, and he told me that I was late for meeting, cos they brought forward the meeting and informed via SMS. I was like, huh!? Okay! Then I rushed all the way to SAC by taxi. Argh. It cost me $3.72 cos I had to pay by Mastercard. Not enough cash. Evil boy.

On a different note: I'm feeling slightly forlorn at the moment. I really wish I could blog and write about all the things that are bothering me. But then, some other people are implicated in this, so I don't think it's fair for me to write so carelessly - especially since they didn't do anything wrong to me. Well, not really anyway. Yeah.

&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=forlorn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forlorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My word of the day.

And I've been blogging too much, too often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112969434208824507?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112969434208824507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112969434208824507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/forlorn.html' title='Forlorn'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112968126166033923</id><published>2005-10-19T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:21:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day</title><content type='html'>I'm up early today! Yes! Woots. I was so restless yesterday that it made me so tired that I actually fell asleep early. So that was a good thing, huh? So today I can start on my projects. Yes, &lt;em&gt;start&lt;/em&gt;. I think I'll finish up that long-overdue Macbeth essay today. As a start. &lt;i&gt;*grin*&lt;/i&gt;

Woo. I seem to be in an extremely good mood today. I can even &lt;i&gt;*grin*&lt;/i&gt; when talking about the vilest thing on earth. Macbeth. Haha.

I woke up at 7:30am today, then I checked my MSN (alot of messages!) Elaine, Azrina and Selena were on MSN and I missed it all! But well, I got to read it all anyway. Heh. It was like the old times again. The bickering, the calling-Selena-cheesy-and-lame part. Haha. The first part of the convy was damn boring (I'm sorry Laine and Az, it's true) cos the two of them were talking about their hospital rounds and what not. Yeah. Dunno what block what block. Whatever. Haha.

Messages from other people... Not important. Haha. Adrain wanted me to do some survey. I fell asleep before he sent it to me. Oops.

I'm having my breakfast now, as I blog. It's a healthy breakfast! Vitasoy and one banana. Haha. Just what I need to start off my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112968126166033923?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112968126166033923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112968126166033923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day.html' title='A good day'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112965612459787516</id><published>2005-10-19T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:22:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to: Corrine May - Fly Away</title><content type='html'>I don't believe in what I do anymore. Yes - that must be it. I don't know what's my purpose anymore. Today I had a million things to say but I didn't say them because I've lost the energy to fight. Fight for what I believe in.

I'm falling in love with &lt;a href="http://www.corrinnemay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corrinne May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s albums all over again.

"No matter the distance, I'll stay on the road to your heart."
-Corrinne May, &lt;em&gt;Stay on the Road&lt;/em&gt;

Today I know I must give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112965612459787516?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112965612459787516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112965612459787516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/listening-to-corrine-may-fly-away.html' title='Listening to: Corrine May - Fly Away'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112965465107793894</id><published>2005-10-19T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:57:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless again</title><content type='html'>Today something changed. And I didn't like it - not one bit. Why can't we just go back to the old days when things were the comfortable way they were and everyone was happy?

Had Union Exco meeting today. I was being a restless brat. And I kept questioning why. Why why why. &lt;i&gt;*sighs*&lt;/i&gt; I wish I had the power to solve problems.

But I don't. So I can only do what I do best. And what's that? Well, that's for me to know.

Skipped dinner, so went for a late-dinner with Alex after the meeting. Tired. I'm tired tired tired. I burned some songs into a CD (from my old PC at the Union Room) so I think I will listen to them now and try to figure out why I am so restless today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112965465107793894?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112965465107793894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112965465107793894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/restless-again.html' title='Restless again'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112962388380576230</id><published>2005-10-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:24:43.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunched</title><content type='html'>So contrary to my last post, I actually went out for lunch with Xiaoyun at Canteen 4. We ate lunch! &lt;em&gt;*groans*&lt;/em&gt; And a mighty filling one too. &lt;em&gt;*double groan*&lt;/em&gt;

I had the fish slice with ginger and spring onion and rice, while she had the brinjal chicken claypot rice.

&lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt; And now we both feel like sleeping. Omg. Piggy. Hahahaha.

I still feel groggy from this morning. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112962388380576230?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112962388380576230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112962388380576230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/lunched.html' title='Lunched'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112961742761967234</id><published>2005-10-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:37:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitful sleep</title><content type='html'>I tossed and turned for a couple of hours in bed before I finally fell asleep. The sleeplessness strikes again.

I'm so tired. Though I've slept for 6 hours, nearly. But it was the kind of disturbed sleep (phone ringing incessantly off the hook, messages beeping) and definitely not restful. So I end up feeling worse than I had before I went to bed this morning.

So I'm feeling grumpy now. And hungry. Possibly. But I am really too lazy to go and eat, because it means I have to walk over to canteen B to draw cash from the ATM, before I have money to eat. Bah. Daphne ain't gonna do that. She is fine with skipping a few meals. Anyways, I don't really eat lunch - it's just that today I have the time to, so I start thinking.

And! I think I'm getting fat again. Haha. So time to cut down on food intake. No more suppers with Alex and Glen, no more KFC dinners with Alex, no more midnight-snacking with Xiaoyun in the comforts of our room.

Actually I think I'm not really getting fatter. Just conscious. Haha.

Eat more carrots. More carrots and bananas. Yes. And apples and oranges. I need to eat more fruits! My complexion feels damn gross again.

The grumpiness is overwhelming me.

But I've made up with XY and Elise, so all's good. Girls will always be girls. Boys will always be boys. Haha. If you don't understand, nevermind.

Yeay, Union Exco meeting tonight. I have resolved to be nicer to Sherwe for the next 2 months. Seeing that I've been so horrible since August. So I'll give him a break. Haha. Okay, I guess I've been really demanding, and I've tried to bully him into doing all sorts of things for me. So I shall stop. Exams are coming. We're now all &lt;i&gt;just students&lt;/i&gt;.

Incy wincy. Carrots anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112961742761967234?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112961742761967234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112961742761967234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/fitful-sleep.html' title='Fitful sleep'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112957816905896947</id><published>2005-10-18T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:49:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends are really weird (but I miss them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weichiang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thinks that I am some evil Nazi dictator, yet he doesn't think I am evil enough, so he asked me to pick up tips &lt;a href="http://www.proft.org/tips/evil.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yup, it would work if my life was an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Role-playing_game"&gt;&lt;i&gt;RPG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (-.-") I am not evil, and I am not a dictator!

I feel &lt;em&gt;maligned&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;misunderstood&lt;/em&gt;! Haha... Bleah. Just because I can be pretty strict with my subcommers, it doesn't mean that I am a dictator. I have to do it, to ensure the smooth work flow within the committee, as much as I can.

Besides, what is the point of having subcomm members just in name, when you cannot rely on them to do anything? It kinda defeats the purpose of anything, don't you think? Why should I award the people who do work and those that don't, equally? I have asked committee members to leave my committee before. And I don't hesitate to do it a second time. 

Haha I know I am being a bitch but then, that's not considered &lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt;. I am doing this for the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; of the committee! Haha.

And then &lt;a href="http://www.-l-i-n-d-a-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda the Love Guru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was dishing out weird advice about my non-existent love life. Weird advice like (a summary of our MSN conversation):

&lt;strong&gt;Linda:&lt;/strong&gt; Act stupid. The cleverest women are those who act dumb, stupid or blur. Tell him your laptop crashed and you need help.
&lt;strong&gt;Daphne: &lt;/strong&gt;Uh-huh. So I'm supposed to suddenly be un-tech savvy? That would really work. Yup. And so how am I supposed to make my laptop crash?!
&lt;strong&gt;Linda:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, choose an easy one. Ask him to set up your webcam. Say you got problem with it. Then after he fixes it, ask him out for supper, to thank him. See?
&lt;strong&gt;Daphne:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wah laoo&lt;/em&gt; only you can think of this kind of old-fashioned idea.
&lt;strong&gt;Linda:&lt;/strong&gt; What? I didn't ask you to go walk pass his room and drop a hanky or a book okay.
&lt;strong&gt;Daphne:&lt;/strong&gt; ...
&lt;strong&gt;Linda:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, you throw your clothes down, then knock on his door, and say that your clothes are stuck at his window. Say the wind blew it.
&lt;strong&gt;Daphne:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh-huh. And if his room happens to be far far away from mine?
&lt;strong&gt;Linda:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, email him and ask him what is his hobby! You must be proactive! Cos waiting for him is like waiting to strike TOTO!

Haha. I just thought it was quite funny. So decided to post it up here. Anyway, the thing is, I think guys dislike proactive girls. Haha. Oh well, anyway I'm not that kind of girl. I don't know how to. Haha. And I'm too shy? Haha.

Besides, I have resigned to a singlehood for an eternity. Haha! Relationships are just too consuming. Despite other perks. 

Okay, I have just realised that I have successfully, within a short 2 months, reduced all my friendships to MSN-friendships. Gah. Why don't I talk to my friends or meet up with them anymore?

I miss my friends. Screw the damned projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112957816905896947?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112957816905896947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112957816905896947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friends-are-really-weird-but-i-miss.html' title='My friends are really weird (but I miss them)'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521503.post-112955873261555097</id><published>2005-10-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:18:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling crazy</title><content type='html'>I am so full from dinner that I think I am going to go into food coma soon. Zzz. We didn't go to JP, as planned. We went to the KFC at CHC instead. Argh. So sinful! Bleah. No more KFC for the next 6 months! Haha. That's the feeling that I get each time I eat at KFC!

Bought bubble tea after dinner. Haha. Super sinful, again. Bleah.

Roomie is out for the nite again. She's gone off to eat dinner with her friend, and then study. Hmm.

Tomorrow is Union Exco meeting. Yay. (I think I'm sick) Okay, but it's kinda fun sitting together and talking and although it isn't productive at times, it still feels good to be included in something. At least I can say that I enjoy these meetings, unlike those JCRC meetings I had in the past. At least, here, I feel included. Not that I cared to be included in that JCRC, but it just felt weird to be excluded. Haha...

Oh well. &lt;em&gt;Tribune&lt;/em&gt; is out. It doesn't look as bad as I thought it would have, but it isn't great either. And I haven't even scrutinised the articles - only the layout.

Gah.

Do not mention the word anymore. Not for the next 2 months. I don't wanna hear C*, T* and E*. Okay! Lalala. Incy wincy?

Okay despite what I said in the last paragraph, I still went downstairs to get a copy of C* from Lawrence (CAC prez). And chatted with him for 10 minutes about T* and C*. It's not that I am censoring the word, okay. I just... shudder at the mention of those words. Haha.

I think our centrefold rocks. Hehe! I want to take photos of it! But my camera batt is low. Bah.

I love my &lt;a href="http://su.ntu.edu.sg/tribune" target="_blank"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt;. (new e-version up tomorrow) Heh!

Love love love love love. Okay I'm contradicting myself. Haha.

I feel crazy. I feel sort of happy. One semester is over, for T*, and I don't have to worry about it for the next 1 month or so.

&lt;em&gt;I would give you the world, if you'd just give me a chance.&lt;/em&gt; - someone who will always mean something to me.

Thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I hope you know. But I cannot.

I love &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/233/979/320/aprilsnow06.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt;. If I ever get into a relationship again, I want my guy to give me the kinda sense of security that I get from looking at the picture. Someone who would protect me from all the hurt in the world. Just like that.

Okay that paragraph was so out of point. This entry has been really pointless, hasn't it? Haphazard and random thoughts thrown together. Time to keep the copies of T* and C* away from sight and start studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521503-112955873261555097?l=-daphne-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112955873261555097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521503/posts/default/112955873261555097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-daphne-.blogspot.com/2005/10/feeling-crazy.html' title='Feeling crazy'/><author><name>Daphne Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqpl7mN6p5g/S0C55CPBYfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qomvSx7ysmk/S220/daphne+profile+pic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
