<?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-17681990</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:35:44.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva's Musing~</title><subtitle type='html'>do you have the time 
to listen to me whine??</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-116263802678583873</id><published>2006-11-04T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:00:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i'm back here. &lt;br /&gt;not sure whether will i be back here for good. lol&lt;br /&gt;sounds so...wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've been past the emo stage!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;whee..which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and classes are fine so far..&lt;br /&gt;need to be the motivator instead this time round.&lt;br /&gt;since my grp isnt that kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;used to having kiasu members now they arent in my class.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;so i will be a good girl and hope to rally my team-mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my current interest.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say about. &lt;br /&gt;cant do much too.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;will have more updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-116263802678583873?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/116263802678583873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=116263802678583873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/116263802678583873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/116263802678583873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-im-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-115613564463763515</id><published>2006-08-21T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:47:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i'm sorry for this late post. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDZ NESSA MUNK JT MATT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESSA!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;you are finally 18 and you had fun didn't you? =p&lt;br /&gt;try to be more social ok? &lt;br /&gt;and yes matt WAS in the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;and yes the chocolate cake WAS in FRONT of you. &lt;br /&gt;but NO, you have to take the cup of water there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes matt i have smooth legs =p&lt;br /&gt;and you did invite me to the guys toilet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shall crash your class soon. next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i will stay single for now. &lt;br /&gt;having fun. &lt;br /&gt;flirting.&lt;br /&gt;eye candy(ies).&lt;br /&gt;vitamin A and S. more of A. &lt;br /&gt;i want more of vitamin A. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-115613564463763515?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115613564463763515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=115613564463763515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115613564463763515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115613564463763515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-im-sorry-for-this-late-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-115375723380665639</id><published>2006-07-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:08:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOPMAN!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THAT STRIPES SHIRT!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that belt? &lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna come back for you. &lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-115375723380665639?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115375723380665639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=115375723380665639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115375723380665639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115375723380665639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-me-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-115070276093537815</id><published>2006-06-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:39:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was so cold to her.&lt;br /&gt;such a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION=http://thesurrealist.co.uk/robot.cgi METHOD=GET&gt;&lt;TABLE ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD STYLE="border:solid #0000dd; background-color:#000099; padding:10px; text-align:center; color:#ccccff; font:x-small verdana;"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=+1 COLOR=#ffffff&gt;&lt;B&gt;Eva&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; is a Robot that occasionally Explodes, is fitted with a Cattle Prod, a Spring-Loaded Boxing Glove and a Bulldozer Blade, has Hundreds of Tiny Wheels, and requires a Lightning Strike to get it started.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ffffff SIZE=-2&gt;Force: 6 Handling: 6 Weaponry: 3&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;HR SIZE=1 COLOR=#777777&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden VALUE="Eva" SIZE=10&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=-2&gt;To see if your &lt;A HREF="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/robot.cgi"&gt;&lt;B style="color:#ffffff; text-decoration:none;"&gt;Battle Robot&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt; can&lt;BR&gt;defeat Eva, enter your name and choose an attack:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden NAME=def VALUE="Eva"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=text NAME=att SIZE=10 STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#dddddd; border-width:1; border-color:#dddddd; border-style:solid; background-color:#000033;"&gt; fights Eva using &lt;SELECT NAME=a STYLE="font:Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#dddddd; border-width:1; border-color:#dddddd; border-style:solid; background-color:#000033;"&gt;&lt;OPTION VALUE="F"&gt; Force&lt;OPTION VALUE="H"&gt; Handling&lt;OPTION VALUE="W"&gt; Weaponry&lt;/SELECT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=submit VALUE="Battle!" STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#000033; border-width:1; border-color:#000033; border-style:solid; background-color:#bbbbff;"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hha..Mrs Peters you lost!!! *smirked*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;try The-Prior-Art-O-Matic, which produces a haiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Eva is a glass bead! It runs on six little wheels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i went to try: The advertising Slogan Generator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the Power of Eva .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world cup's making me tired!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-115070276093537815?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115070276093537815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=115070276093537815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115070276093537815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115070276093537815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-so-cold-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-115070146132997836</id><published>2006-06-19T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:17:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Eva&amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Eva!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eva has only one weakness - the colour yellow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing headphones for an hour will increase the amount of Eva in your ear 700 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most dangerous form of Eva is the bicycle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you chew gum while peeling Eva then it will stop you from crying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are now more than 4000 satellites orbiting Eva!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should always store Eva in an airtight container in the fridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women shoplift four times more frequently than Eva!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eva can be seen from space!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Eva-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand Eva-fights take place there every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humans share about fifty percent of their DNA with Eva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-115070146132997836?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115070146132997836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=115070146132997836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115070146132997836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/115070146132997836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-eva-eva-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114935530708899248</id><published>2006-06-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:23:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"At times, I feel like my efforts go unappreciated."&lt;br /&gt;"do you avoid tough subjects?"&lt;br /&gt;these were some of the questions i got when doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the half-ful anaylsis:&lt;br /&gt;The Communication Style Test&lt;br /&gt;Do You and Your Partner Speak the Same Language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva, when talking to your partner, you're a Harmonizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that you tend to be an agreeable partner who possesses both flexibility and a knack for compromise. Above all, you appear to make a real effort to keep things positive between you and your significant other. In fact, there are many times when you may feel that it's better to downplay problems rather than talk about them endlessly. This can be especially true when you and your partner hit on a tough issue on which you don't think you can reach agreement. After all, there are so many positive, happy things to enjoy in a relationship that you probably feel it's a waste of time to dwell on the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts agree that for a couple to thrive, they must be able to communicate. People with compatible communication styles tend to bring out the best in one another because their approach to relationships is like-minded. But if you're with someone whose communication style clashes with yours, you're headed for more challenges than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty true. &lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;it's very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At times, I feel like my efforts go unappreciated."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am i confrontational?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do i craved more structure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i clicked strongly agreed for the record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114935530708899248?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114935530708899248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114935530708899248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114935530708899248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114935530708899248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-times-i-feel-like-my-efforts-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114935326496856335</id><published>2006-06-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:57:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eva, in the morning, you're Ready to Face the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you've had your share of lazy Sundays, but for the most part, we'd guess you greet the day with enthusiasm and maybe even a smile. Morning people like you probably have your own internal alarm clocks, and it often makes morning the best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to work or appointments on time has probably never been a problem for you. In fact, you're usually at your most productive during the a.m. hours. So, if you've got a big presentation to give or a test to take, your best bet is to schedule it before lunchtime. Go get 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant. supposed to blog about my life and i went to do some quizzes. &lt;br /&gt;what can i blog about?? my life's pretty mundane now. nothing big's happening to me. &lt;br /&gt;just the usual.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finger's heal. big whoop. finally. &lt;br /&gt;matters of the heart..i would say slowly but surely i'm on the mend. =D&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* carmen's a distraction. *snap. the illusion is gone too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. world cup!!!&lt;br /&gt;waited for four years. &lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;at least its easier to understand than women. &lt;br /&gt;sorry ladies. i know it sounds sexist but its true.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know the reason behind my team's exit.&lt;br /&gt;opps hope i havent jinx england's chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am glad that i finally found and kept in contact with my best bud in pri sch.&lt;br /&gt;kindred souls.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;it was like a gift out of now where when i was curbing my turbulent heart. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;anyways rik, it was nice catching up. =D&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all those advices. &lt;br /&gt;and of cause on putting with my whining. =D&lt;br /&gt;do contact me when you are dropping by. &lt;br /&gt;you better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know the following most of you would have read about it.&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna paste it over here. &lt;br /&gt;call me a sucker for everything sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovers of the Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to form&lt;br /&gt;a more perfect kiss,&lt;br /&gt;enable the mighty hug to promote&lt;br /&gt;to whom we please&lt;br /&gt;but one kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statement of Love:&lt;br /&gt;The Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kiss on the hand&lt;br /&gt;I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Kiss on the neck&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Kiss on the lips&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Kiss on the ears&lt;br /&gt;I am just playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Kiss anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;lets not get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Playing with your hair&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Hand on your waist&lt;br /&gt;I love you to much to let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 2:&lt;br /&gt;The Three Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Girls:If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Guys&lt;br /&gt;If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Guys &amp; Girls&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 3:&lt;br /&gt;The Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Thou shall not squeeze&lt;br /&gt;too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Thou shall not ask for a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;but take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Thou shall kiss&lt;br /&gt;at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Remember *&lt;br /&gt;A peach is a peach&lt;br /&gt;A plum is a plum,&lt;br /&gt;A kiss isn't a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Without some tongue.&lt;br /&gt;So open up your mouth&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and give your tongue&lt;br /&gt;some exercise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reasons&lt;br /&gt;why guys like girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They will always smell good&lt;br /&gt;even if its just shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The way their heads always&lt;br /&gt;find the right spot on our shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.How cute they look when they sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The ease in which they fit into our arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The way they kiss you and&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden everything&lt;br /&gt;is right in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How cute they are when they eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The way they take hours&lt;br /&gt;to get dressed&lt;br /&gt;but in the end&lt;br /&gt;it makes it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Because they are always&lt;br /&gt;warm even when its minus 30 outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.The way they look good&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The way they fish for compliments&lt;br /&gt;even though you both know that you&lt;br /&gt;think she's the most&lt;br /&gt;beautiful thing on this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How cute they are when they argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.The way her hand always finds yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The way they smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.The way you feel&lt;br /&gt;when you see their name&lt;br /&gt;on the call ID&lt;br /&gt;after you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The way she says&lt;br /&gt;"lets not fight anymore"&lt;br /&gt;even though you know that&lt;br /&gt;an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.The way they kiss when&lt;br /&gt;you do something nice for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.The way they kiss you&lt;br /&gt;when you say&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Actually ...&lt;br /&gt;just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.The way they fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;when they cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Then the way they apologize&lt;br /&gt;for crying over something that silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.The way they hit you&lt;br /&gt;and expect it to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Then the way they apologize&lt;br /&gt;when it does hurt.&lt;br /&gt;(even though we don't admit it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.The way they say&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.The way you miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.The way their tears&lt;br /&gt;make you want to&lt;br /&gt;change the world&lt;br /&gt;so that it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't hurt her anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless&lt;br /&gt;if you love them,&lt;br /&gt;hate them,&lt;br /&gt;wish they would die&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;know that you would die&lt;br /&gt;without them ...&lt;br /&gt;it matters not.&lt;br /&gt;Because once in your life,&lt;br /&gt;whatever they were to the world&lt;br /&gt;they become everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;When you look them in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;traveling to&lt;br /&gt;the depths of their souls&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;you say a million things&lt;br /&gt;without trace of a sound,&lt;br /&gt;you know that your own life&lt;br /&gt;is inevitable consumed&lt;br /&gt;within the rhythmic beatings&lt;br /&gt;of her very heart.&lt;br /&gt;We love them for a million reasons,&lt;br /&gt;No paper would do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;It is a thing not of the mind&lt;br /&gt;but of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Only felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. it's mushy. wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114691126122602422</id><published>2006-05-06T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:29:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eva, YOUR song is Every Breath You Take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic and soulful, it's no surprise your signature song is just as sweet as you are. When it comes to a night on the town, we'd guess you'd rather enjoy a candlelit dinner for two or a low-key night hanging out with friends than a wild party or chaotic club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while your signature song may not bring the house down, it never fails to inspire that loving feelin' in everyone. That's why it's so perfect for you a big-hearted person like you who's always thinking of others. So, keep it up. It's nothing short of breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh supposed to be doing my projects..and i ended up doing some qiuzzes. but the outcome that they gave is quite true actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got damn red like a cooked lobster yesterday. ahhh..good blood circulation. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114691126122602422?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114691126122602422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114691126122602422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114691126122602422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114691126122602422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/eva-your-song-is-every-breath-you-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114597845400945051</id><published>2006-04-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:26:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running away.&lt;br /&gt;thy shall writhe in misery. thy shall soak in misery.&lt;br /&gt;thy will recover but now soak in pain and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;thy will be strong. &lt;br /&gt;like they say heroes die young. &lt;br /&gt;(i'm young)&lt;br /&gt;till then just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even think it make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will forget.&lt;br /&gt;i will forget.&lt;br /&gt;i will forget.&lt;br /&gt;i will forget.&lt;br /&gt;i will forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;*search deep*&lt;br /&gt;found nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114597845400945051?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114597845400945051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114597845400945051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114597845400945051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114597845400945051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-stitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114519865895831971</id><published>2006-04-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:53:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually had something to say. i can't remember what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stop to think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. i hate taking bus65 and 23. so many foreign workers(you know who they are) taking those buses. bloody annoying. i know that not all of them are like the ones i met on these buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus 23.&lt;br /&gt;2 eldery people just boarded the bus. they could have offered their seats to them. but NO. they can't. they turned a blind eye to them. they are already obviously struggling to hang on to hte railings and yet, they can't even do the simplest thing by offering a place to sit?!?! i mean come on, what those bollywood actors protraying themselves as gentlemen they can't follow? it's basic courtesy. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can say that not all of them are like that. btw for the record i was not sitted down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus 65. &lt;br /&gt;on the way home. it was raining. huge crowd of people rushed up to the bus. so i had was squeezed beside those poeple again. (i'm sorry but yeah, they are quite irritating sometimes.) if i'm not wrong the stop around paradize centre or so, this damn rude and fat *ahem* blanga guy decided to squeeze his way past the front people without saying 'excuse me'. so i was squashed and into the maid and her child against the door. i quickly said sorry to them, and the maid said 'it's ok it wasn't my fault. it was that indian man.' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on, this lady had to grab my arm from behind to hold on for support. i was shocked.  she didn't said sorry or anything. she grabbed and squeezed. WTF!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, past few days were fun at work. being crazy and all. what's more selling tickets at level5. haha what a sight to behold. me, augustus (my trainer who taught me abt the things there) and azimah were going crazy. singing songs. haha. have you ever heard song on the movie Rent's trailor? it goes something like this :'' 5hundred  65 thousands 600mintues. how do you measured, measured a year? in daylights, in sunsets...lalalaa...in the seasons of loveeeeeee( voice goes high)..''&lt;br /&gt;and augustus invented it into chinese,which sounded terrible. but it waas hilarious. =D and he was creating so much noise that a customer of mine thot that he was a radio. lol. i told her it's a broken one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well camp's tmr till fri. tired. i wanted to be tired in order to stop thinking abt...but this is a tad too much i think. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114519865895831971?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114519865895831971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114519865895831971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114519865895831971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114519865895831971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-actually-had-something-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114494615384167433</id><published>2006-04-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:37:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darrell says:&lt;br /&gt;feeling pain in a relationship is part and parcel of learnign how to love&lt;br /&gt;darrell says:&lt;br /&gt;but if we get afraid of feeling the pain and not let our hearts out&lt;br /&gt;darrell says:&lt;br /&gt;then how are we gonna love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above is the convo from audz and her guy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it's like he's talking to both me and audz. and i've realized that i'm her lucky charm and we are connected some how. i don't know how to put it in words, but yeah. it's like i'm blogging about cats and dogs they were talking about it too. wow. what a coincidence? or fate? destiny? man since when i got sucked into this wishy washy things. altho my email add may say otherwise. haha i was a kid then. and i think i believe in magic. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114494615384167433?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114494615384167433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114494615384167433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114494615384167433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;me. a cat-hater. and always will be. seriously i don't see what's so great about being a cat. it just had to laze around all day and people actually go and cuddle them, hug them, and FEED them. i mean come on. i have this cat under my block since i started working. this FAT cat (which cat isn't fat?) that has inhabited my block. the table is his/her in the morning till noon when the elderly have their regular bitching seesions. i have seen it stretched itself, hop onto the table that it thinks that it really belongs to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;whereas dogs are sooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;me a bow wow.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my charm's still intact.&lt;br /&gt;working its magic on our beloved babe- Audz.&lt;br /&gt;*cracking with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;*wink to audz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114494387933150807?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114458115619187272</id><published>2006-04-09T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:13:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the enormity of missing you overwhelms me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114458115619187272?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114458115619187272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114458115619187272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114458115619187272'/><link 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you,one of them bound to make you happy. so yeah. at least it will be only one person who will be sad,rather than two. the world will be a better place=]and anyway your friends will be happy for you. i still care for you. i can't help myself. i'll try. i can't promise tho.my eyes are drawn to you. i like the way you look when you don't tie your hair! and you are independent (although sometimes i really wish that you will be a lil' bit 'sticky')or may be cause you are avoiding me so yeah. at least i know that you still like me. so what do you like about me? what will you do if i say i want you back? but yeah i don't think it'll come true. *whispers*i really love you.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys i think this might be my last post. so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guys i'm strong rmb? *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i don't even know whether she will read it or not. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;humilation.&lt;br /&gt;i don't suck at sports.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah pool caught me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;they like it. &lt;br /&gt;so i will try to like it too.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114027530725603494?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114027530725603494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114027530725603494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114027530725603494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/114027530725603494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-114027349451479902</id><published>2006-02-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:38:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. &lt;br /&gt;liverpool scored.&lt;br /&gt;1-0.&lt;br /&gt;to man utd.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;can't believed it.&lt;br /&gt;and crouch of all people scored.&lt;br /&gt;of all the games he had to score.&lt;br /&gt;and it's a header.&lt;br /&gt;horror.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114027349451479902?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114027349451479902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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back.&lt;br /&gt;*hooray!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i have to mentally drag myself to van's broom closet.&lt;br /&gt;sat there thinking about what i did, and didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;i did something stupid which is so me to screw up like that.&lt;br /&gt;and yes i know it's mighty dumb of me to do that,&lt;br /&gt;but like audz said no one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;and i made a major blunder,i'll learnt from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i did.&lt;br /&gt;women!!&lt;br /&gt;i can never understand them.&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* although i am one.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well am different.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T &lt;br /&gt;1. neglect them.&lt;br /&gt;2. forget stuffs.(impt stuffs esp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes let's embraced my stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy who kept sms-ing her and calling her.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to ask her who was that.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, have to act nonchalent.&lt;br /&gt;my ego.&lt;br /&gt;scorpios are egoistic. (leos are worse =])&lt;br /&gt;so yeah she said it was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;so this 'friend' asked her out.&lt;br /&gt;(mind you it's vday afterall)&lt;br /&gt;so i asked her whether she's going or not.&lt;br /&gt;and she was hesitant at first in answering.&lt;br /&gt;she said maybe.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,we were both rushing for our projects.&lt;br /&gt;submission's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;begged her to go home but she didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;so i left.&lt;br /&gt;(i can still hear van's cursing at me.) &lt;br /&gt;and this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent one message.&lt;br /&gt;it read: i will make it up to you for vday yeah?&lt;br /&gt;*a few minutes flew by*&lt;br /&gt;i sent another one.&lt;br /&gt;"hey go out with ryan la. go and have fun. =]"&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was a mistake after i sent it.&lt;br /&gt;and i can hear van screaming at me in the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;i can so vividly imagine:&lt;br /&gt;van: what were you thinking??!!&lt;br /&gt;me:*before i can say anything*&lt;br /&gt;van: *strangle me*&lt;br /&gt;me: *choking* *gasping for breadth*&lt;br /&gt;and the scene goes on. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record i thought that it'll be harmless.&lt;br /&gt;come on. &lt;br /&gt;i trust her.&lt;br /&gt;and if she really like the guy.&lt;br /&gt;then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't possibly force her right?&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't want her to spend the day alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry for the misinterpretation.&lt;br /&gt;(if you are reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i knew i was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;could sense it.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that she was upset when she called me later.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;yet i did not do anything,say anything.&lt;br /&gt;to soothe her.&lt;br /&gt;yeah a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i did redeem myself.=D&lt;br /&gt;i had everything planned.&lt;br /&gt;BUT there was a huge problem which i didn't foreseen it.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;for being suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;she had a right to.&lt;br /&gt;what with me and sharon forcing her to drink something which she didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;like some 2 idiots.&lt;br /&gt;sorry bro for dragging you into this.&lt;br /&gt;but hey at least you aren't awkward around us. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to fetch her at upper east coast road if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;with sharon's bikes.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah we cycled all the way back with her behind me. =]&lt;br /&gt;felt good.&lt;br /&gt;real good.&lt;br /&gt;at least she couldn't see the silly grin on me.&lt;br /&gt;bet i look damn goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before that.&lt;br /&gt;i went to shop for a gift with my friend,sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;was late for class,and i got an A!!! &lt;br /&gt;for the last project.=]&lt;br /&gt;got her a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;went to froze it into an ice cube,&lt;br /&gt;before we went to fetch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sharon forgot to see my hint to pour the beer into the cup.&lt;br /&gt;then i'm able to put the ice cube in!&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,i improvised again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drank another drink.&lt;br /&gt;some honey that the maid made.&lt;br /&gt;and the maid was useless!&lt;br /&gt;apparently i saw my chance to get the ice cube.&lt;br /&gt;so i went down to get the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;the maid help me.&lt;br /&gt;i went to get the ice.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't get it out.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to ask the maid to help.&lt;br /&gt;since i can't bring it up there and let her see it.&lt;br /&gt;and what does the maid do??&lt;br /&gt;she just LOOK at it.&lt;br /&gt;the cube with the spray can's cover and my hands.&lt;br /&gt;she said:"it's too hard.just break it."&lt;br /&gt;then i said i can't.&lt;br /&gt;show her the necklace inside.&lt;br /&gt;and she had this secret smile.&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;then she replied:"i don't know. you ask sharon. she will know."&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even try.&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything against her.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked sharon.&lt;br /&gt;we had to momentarily distract her.&lt;br /&gt;but i think we weren't that successful.&lt;br /&gt;think she couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sharon's showed me the broken pieces of the ice cube,&lt;br /&gt;my heart almost stopped.&lt;br /&gt;i had the image of the whole thing broken.&lt;br /&gt;then how??!!&lt;br /&gt;at least it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't break.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shifted through MAXIM and her photo album.&lt;br /&gt;roamed around the house.&lt;br /&gt;and she still haven't finish her beer.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;and she still had one more cup of honey.&lt;br /&gt;starting to wonder how much she can drink within a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;what if she's not gonna drink that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;But she went down to the 2nd landing.&lt;br /&gt;(we were on the 3rd floor. sharon's room)&lt;br /&gt;so me and shaorn looked at each other.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;my plan.&lt;br /&gt;not going according to my plan at all.&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;so i had no choice but to ask sharon to close her door.&lt;br /&gt;i went down to the 2nd landing.&lt;br /&gt;bringing along the cup.&lt;br /&gt;the ice cubes have totally melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was lying on the red plush sofa.&lt;br /&gt;stretch out.&lt;br /&gt;i gently put the cup onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;beside her.&lt;br /&gt;i knelt down.&lt;br /&gt;and my mind went blank.&lt;br /&gt;my speech.&lt;br /&gt;blank.&lt;br /&gt;grabbled to think of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;nothing came.&lt;br /&gt;only sorry.&lt;br /&gt;about making her upset.&lt;br /&gt;then later sharon broke the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus here begun the tug of war.&lt;br /&gt;of pulling her back to the house to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;i was depserate.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i bet my bro enjoyed the show.=]&lt;br /&gt;carry her over the steps.&lt;br /&gt;and pull her back to the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;where my bro asked her to look carefully.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;still it wasn't how i envisioned it to be.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;BUT she was mighty pleased.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it end well.&lt;br /&gt;and yes thinking about it pay off as you can see van.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um here's the speech that was supposed to be for her:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have sent that message.&lt;br /&gt;am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;cause i trust you fully.&lt;br /&gt;i know that it's a harmless date.&lt;br /&gt;and if you really really like him.&lt;br /&gt;i can't possibly stop you right?&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to force you.&lt;br /&gt;and really sorry if you misinterpreted it.&lt;br /&gt;and you were upset with this.&lt;br /&gt;and you are right.&lt;br /&gt;about scorpios being hard to read.&lt;br /&gt;you can't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;*give a cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;you mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be more expressive?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wasn't expressive enough.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wasn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;but i will try.&lt;br /&gt;~end of speech~&lt;br /&gt;*look at her in the eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um if you reading this. i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;that on vday you had to feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-114027193907324579?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114027193907324579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=114027193907324579' title='0 Comments'/><link 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to mankind eh?? hahaa..my ego overtaking me again.&lt;br /&gt;especially the one on nessa's blog. it's like stroking my ego. =p BUT i like it!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i hope she does reply me soon. if not oh well, there's always Audz and nessa huh? so willing partners of  mine. =] threesome anyone? (man it sounded so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its in my blood? a quote from you nessa.i don't think that was when she fell for me tho. btw nessa, i did not grip her shoulder! i merely waited for her to finish reading then i say boo to her. and she smiles slowly? and i can't believe you write out whatever i said to you! lol. but with a touch of your drama you deemed appropriate here and there. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from audz: 'I am in love and it's a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;           And I know that you're the one to blame'&lt;br /&gt; am so touched.(sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for both of you being my sound board giving me advice about stuffs. and yes. luck grils!! we need it! go figures!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113725292129313394?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113725292129313394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113725292129313394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113725292129313394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113725292129313394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-nessa-and-audz-for-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113708514055467578</id><published>2006-01-13T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:59:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks again lydia! &lt;br /&gt;for all that you have done for me!&lt;br /&gt;opps sounded so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;guys, thank lydia for saving me time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;if not i wouldn't have survived for so long. =p&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa.&lt;br /&gt;relax girl!&lt;br /&gt;i went through what you did the other time.&lt;br /&gt;look at me now!!&lt;br /&gt;am fine!!&lt;br /&gt;am alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;and you or Audz can use my blog to blog about *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;keep my blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;and my audience interested!&lt;br /&gt;so count to ten before you do anything!!&lt;br /&gt;relax!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audz.&lt;br /&gt;thanks babe for the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in love with the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;so damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;for myself.&lt;br /&gt;its from 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;and the ideas you randomly throw to me.&lt;br /&gt;and THE poem.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to both of you girls,&lt;br /&gt;i will light up your days to come!&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to devina,&lt;br /&gt;haha your support yeah?&lt;br /&gt;counts alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone... lets hope.&lt;br /&gt;tmr then. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113708514055467578?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113708514055467578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113708514055467578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113708514055467578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113708514055467578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-again-lydia-for-all-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113691315327287357</id><published>2006-01-11T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:12:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st tribute/dedication: &lt;br /&gt;to lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;i shall bow to you my 'lord'.&lt;br /&gt;for being such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;for being able to put up with me &lt;br /&gt;reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;1.IT idiot.&lt;br /&gt;(the no. of times i have to irritate you with qns regarding IT)&lt;br /&gt;2.Sports partner.&lt;br /&gt;3.Fellow teaser to *ahem* tai, a.k.a meliza.&lt;br /&gt;4.Able to put up with my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;5.And weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;6.Soccer!!&lt;br /&gt;7.And for appearing around when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;(like today,it's been past a few hours and i'm still like installing photoshop.)&lt;br /&gt;8.For naming me Evasaurus.&lt;br /&gt;(whick i ABSOLUTELY am pleased and delighted with it)&lt;br /&gt;9.Able to put my with my ever enlarging *ahem* EGO.&lt;br /&gt;10.And apetitide of cause. =]&lt;br /&gt;(you should know how hungry i can be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please. don't think that you are a loner ok? i'm around and kicking. c'mon don't put yourself down alright? have some confidence, young lady! at least have some EGO like me. But not as much like me. the world can't contain so many people like me =p. you are a good friend to me!!! opposite of me in some ways that's why we clicked ya?&lt;br /&gt;and please mentioned more about me in your blog!! (hahaa my ego's talking =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping me out eh? on *ahem* =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;ribena good eh? hahaaaaa. =]&lt;br /&gt;thanks babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113691315327287357?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113691315327287357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113691315327287357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113691315327287357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113691315327287357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-tributededication-to-lydia-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113577801736662900</id><published>2005-12-28T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:54:00.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sorry!!! have yet to blog.&lt;br /&gt;at least i have good news to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. met up for lunch in school.&lt;br /&gt;i have to accomodate the timing so i'm always waiting around.&lt;br /&gt;therefore goes to the gym to kill time ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;was her model for her photography photo-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;return back her favour for mine.&lt;br /&gt;it rained.&lt;br /&gt;so we were drenched.&lt;br /&gt;it was a tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;went siglap gelare.&lt;br /&gt;vandalized the walls there.&lt;br /&gt;guys do go and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;you will know which is mine. ;]&lt;br /&gt;bloody obvious.&lt;br /&gt;sent her to her bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its tuesday again.&lt;br /&gt;it rained again.&lt;br /&gt;whassup with that?&lt;br /&gt;angels crying over??&lt;br /&gt;us?&lt;br /&gt;drenched.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw you,Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;or rather you were the one who spotted me!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah you were screaming, Audz.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i told her it had to be you.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;so you are the 1st one to see her.&lt;br /&gt;aren't you blessed? haha&lt;br /&gt;went to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch narnia. &lt;br /&gt;but since we couldn't decide, i suggested that we flipped a coin.&lt;br /&gt;so it was perhaps love.&lt;br /&gt;guess what. &lt;br /&gt;we didn't realised it was a chinese show and its a musical.&lt;br /&gt;she cried!!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;but i was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;bumped hands a few times reaching for popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;walk around.&lt;br /&gt;then went to take a bus since i had concession and we can talk.&lt;br /&gt;bus 14.&lt;br /&gt;we hold hands. ;]&lt;br /&gt;she leaned on me. ;]&lt;br /&gt;the holding hands part was going to happen sooner or later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;had moments where i didn't took it.&lt;br /&gt;so ya. =D&lt;br /&gt;was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so went 85market. &lt;br /&gt;it was around 12plus in the morning. ;]&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;talk somemore,then i sent her home,this time to the lift. ;]&lt;br /&gt;is that enough details guys???&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;feel free to flood my tagboard!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113577801736662900?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113577801736662900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113577801736662900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113577801736662900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113577801736662900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-sorry-have-yet-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113212295892644648</id><published>2005-11-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T17:03:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A TRIBUTE TO ALL MY MODELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have these nice shots for my project.&lt;br /&gt;You guys have agreed without much hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;And i think it's because of the theme of my project?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't do it without all my models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my original model: devina,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. For putting my with me during that day.&lt;br /&gt;What with you risking your life in the middle of Bugis traffic,&lt;br /&gt;and being "humilated" in a way for the whole of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!! I owed you a HUGE favour.&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to the Weasley brothers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:to my granny:Chen Mun .aka. MunK/Munchkin, thanks for being our assistant for the day even though you weren't supposed to do that. haha. and you had blisters on your hand on that day dued to rock-climbing. couldn't do it without you too. and now..you are to be my model! congrats,you are upgraded. *clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my second model: Alicia,&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!! &lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt you know what you were in for when you agreed to be my model.&lt;br /&gt;And to be chosen to shoot at Orchard-Somerset carrying a pillow all the way from Bedok to Orchard must be a daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;And the pillow was HUGE,WHITE, and FLUFFY. (which was smuggled out of the house and without your mum's acknowldgement).&lt;br /&gt;And i gave you such a short notice on being my model.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly owed you a BIG favour.&lt;br /&gt;(don't worry, i'll be your model now. after what you did for mine. if you still want me to be. =p)&lt;br /&gt;And you risked your life for mine.&lt;br /&gt;Lying at Orchard traffic 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;But you were great!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely to work with. &lt;br /&gt;Took it in your stride on where to pose.&lt;br /&gt;Put up with my insane brain.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: devina, you got yourself a competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my third model: Shiuan,&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you gonna read this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Was shocked that you would be my model!&lt;br /&gt;Didnt expected it.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;You lying on their laps.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they were decent girls.&lt;br /&gt;And at least you didn't have to wear the pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my last model of the day: Denice,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Shi fu!&lt;br /&gt;Really great to agree to be my model replacement for Sherrie.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;So last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for carrying all our stuffs till your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well will blog soon after all my photo-shoots.&lt;br /&gt;tmr gonna be a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;James being Morpheus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon guys'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113212295892644648?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113212295892644648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113212295892644648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113212295892644648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113212295892644648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/tribute-to-all-my-models.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113212295958928789</id><published>2005-11-16T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:44:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i'm enjoying life once again.&lt;br /&gt;which is a relief. ( to me and those who were tired of me whining. ;] )&lt;br /&gt;life is good once again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;and i edit my last entry a bit, in case people talk.&lt;br /&gt;afraid to speak to my face. &lt;br /&gt;and do so behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon be a man. and do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stay low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm now into emma watson!!! (maria sharapova is so last century)..she's such a babe now!!! 15 years old only...&lt;br /&gt;and katie leung..i'm so disppointed with her...cho chang supposed to be elegance personified..but i don't think that katie fit the bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             THE NAKED APE&lt;br /&gt;                          We are not fallen angels. We are risen apes. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       -Desmond Morris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113212295958928789?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113212295958928789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113212295958928789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113212295958928789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113212295958928789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-im-enjoying-life-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113161102081901738</id><published>2005-11-10T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:33:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh now waiting till 6pm for psychology. so long. and my lecturer let us off so early. like what 1.10pm? lol. thanks to meliza for accompanying me till now. 4plus. haha. so now i'm gonna use the time and do something worthwhile. my homework. sigh. the only one left in the lab. alicia and her friends just left. so i guess its just me and the computers. hah! oh well. i think there's only me having this class later. sigh. i hope there's someone i know later. if not. have to be thick-skinned and try to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Audrey. maybe i do like the girl. i don't know. lol. i don't have any classes same as her. oh wait i have. but its in the LT,which is like so huge( actually its not that huge compared to other schs like business etc.. ). so FAT chance of sitting near her. hah! so i guess i'm moving on. slowly. but surely. ( yeah!! finally) but there are still time when i think of her. so ya, one thing at a time. to forget! woo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113161102081901738?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113161102081901738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113161102081901738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113161102081901738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113161102081901738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhh-now-waiting-till-6pm-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113151688290095609</id><published>2005-11-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:39:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just pop by nessa's blog.&lt;br /&gt;and realized that i wasn't the only one who's missing life in bts!!&lt;br /&gt;awww...&lt;br /&gt;i really do miss the people then and there.&lt;br /&gt;even though we have our ups and downs,people whom we hated and detested.&lt;br /&gt;but that's what making life so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;the people who we hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;even though we have our differences and fights ( catfights. meow!)&lt;br /&gt;we always make up sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;and we are all friends again.&lt;br /&gt;and nessa?&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda like those people you mentioned in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;those who say hi!!! to people.&lt;br /&gt;if i know them i'll shout HI!!! but not as loud as *ahem* some people.&lt;br /&gt;we seldom go LT.&lt;br /&gt;wait make that never till we had this class this semester with other schools.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;because they ALREADY have their own cliques.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i sorta have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.we had a talk by our director today.it was boring till moses ( our director,btw we are the only sch to call our lecturers and director by their names. they insists. ) begins his 'speech'.&lt;br /&gt;he's funny.goes online-msn to talk to students.haha.moses we love you!! but yeah we know that you are already taken with 4 kids.lol.and he made us massage people sitting next to us,right then left.he said this is to wake us up.''i know that u guys have difficulty with your attention span.so am i.it's a fact that designers have very short attention span.and you guys have been sitting there for half and hour listening to jin.not bad.*he claps* so if other people from other schs can keep your attention span for 20mis,its an achievement already.i will make u guys do the massage again at the next 20mins.'' i think it's true.i was figeting in my seat by the 5mins (i think it was less than that.) when i plopped down in the auditorium.and i was figeting through out the whole talk 9-11.30am.mei yen who was besides me was doing the same thing so at least i wasn't the only one.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113151688290095609?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113151688290095609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113151688290095609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113151688290095609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113151688290095609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-pop-by-nessas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113151543621680794</id><published>2005-11-09T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:51:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i think i'm moving on.slowly.but surely.i think.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.her loss.lol.&lt;br /&gt;wish her well.&lt;br /&gt;whatever makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;i need a life.&lt;br /&gt;need to stop harping about her.&lt;br /&gt;here's an ode to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;*mumble mumble to myself*&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the force be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113151543621680794?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113151543621680794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113151543621680794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113151543621680794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113151543621680794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-im-moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113051546166056563</id><published>2005-11-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:43:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;damn. i'm still hung up on ** ****..how come she have that power over me?? wanted to forget but couldn't or maybe i just didnt want to. i know she thought that i may have forgotten her time and time again,but..i just dont know..its like i'm numb to other people..argh...i seriously need to get a life. damn it.the load is going to be heavy soon in the next few weeks.hopefully.i can take the time and not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;. grrr...haven't talk to her for a long time.hearing her voice was always enough.but.argh.gd friend.so i'll be a gd friend.anyway,i doubt she needs me.so many friends there for her, one won't make a difference.sigh.i think i'm moving on.a bit.i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lesson ended super early.due to a very stupid reason.the room was humid! baking hot! and everyone thought the room was going to be super cold,so mostly brought along a jacket.haha.&lt;br /&gt;well it ended early.have like 4hrs to kill.oh and our lecturer said that the government viewed designers as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REBELS OF SOCIETY&lt;/span&gt;. they are worried that we will do something unpredictable.lol.we are creative people.we use the power of language to tell people our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VISION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one online.except for eugene who talk for a while before his next lesson.waiting for my friend to go lunch.its during times like that,that i miss people from btss.the fun.sigh.have other friends but they have their own groups of clique so i'm not gonna intrude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; feel like dropping dark room process. ( its a photography class) coz i don't think i have the talent.but its like everyone trying to add their electives when i want to drop.i sld be feeling lucky.in fact,i am. but if i drop,what sld i take? figure drawing? but will it have any more vacancy?? and i know the work load is going to be heavy.the stress.the pressure.like the previous sem.not getting enough sleep.i think its going to be worse.and this is what,my 1st yr?? so if i'm taking darkrm,i'll need to be in the darkrm developing photos.and that is gonna take a long time.and my timetable is like so cramp,although the breaks are long (coz design sch! ours all 3hrs lec,3hrs break. hah!) soon the breaks are gonna be used for homework and other things.so i will need to develop my photots after sch which i end at 6 everyday except for mon. (12-3 only).and by the time i end,sld be around 11pm (these was what my friends took to finish last sem).or maybe i need to go back another day to finish.then wat about my other subjects??&lt;br /&gt;homework!! sigh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions.decisions.decisions&lt;/span&gt;.the life of a designer.woo.next time you guys see me i probably have a permanent black eyelids.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:this is the 1st time i'm sounding sooo serious. and such a long blog. hah!&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s:will try to move on. (i know i said that the last time.but i think i should now.)now no time also.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s:Audz,17 ain't fun!! decisions.the seriousness of life.the stark contrast to being young. and yoke sun always said that i'm so happy-go-lucky.wait.I AM.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later' guys...&lt;br /&gt;gonna reflect.&lt;br /&gt;and have lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113051546166056563?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113051546166056563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113051546166056563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113051546166056563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113051546166056563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113137091525642137</id><published>2005-11-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:42:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is what happened today in sch.&lt;br /&gt;there i was with my new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my lecturer (valentino chan) to return with our art pieces of last sem.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw ppl whom i know.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to wave at them.&lt;br /&gt;so i waved.&lt;br /&gt;and these was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;girl on the furthest right spotted me 1st.&lt;br /&gt;i wld like to think that she recognized me that's why she waved back.&lt;br /&gt;girl in the middle didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;was staring at something else.&lt;br /&gt;so girl at the left stared hard.&lt;br /&gt;squinted her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;waved slowly.&lt;br /&gt;squint, trying to figure out who's waving at them.&lt;br /&gt;(return to girl in the middle.)&lt;br /&gt;she stared,squinted,think,frown.&lt;br /&gt;waved.&lt;br /&gt;finally it dawn on them.&lt;br /&gt;EVA!&lt;br /&gt;then came those squeals,shrieks,why..&lt;br /&gt;and finally the phrases.&lt;br /&gt;"i thought u were a guy!"&lt;br /&gt;"i thought u were a handsome guy.and i thought why is he waving at us.so i wave!!!"&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113137091525642137?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113137091525642137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113137091525642137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113137091525642137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113137091525642137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-what-happened-today-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113120462082739800</id><published>2005-11-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:31:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;argh...&lt;br /&gt;had a new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;but argh..&lt;br /&gt;life aint great now.&lt;br /&gt;although i'm still the same outside.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;hating that guy more and more.&lt;br /&gt;thought i wont feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;argh..&lt;br /&gt;indescridable feelings. (did i spell correctly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya the other day with connie and yuan lin.&lt;br /&gt;at mac.&lt;br /&gt;these two girls.&lt;br /&gt;stare at me for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i didnt zip or smthin.&lt;br /&gt;after i caught them staring they stare &lt;strong&gt;OUTSIDE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;whassup with them.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone have any idea on why they are staring,pls feel free to tell me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113120462082739800?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113120462082739800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113120462082739800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113120462082739800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113120462082739800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113100161681096954</id><published>2005-11-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:12:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;well..after a long hiatus..i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met yuan lin and connie after like 2 mths?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;we agreed to meet at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;and connie asked why we wanted to come only when we were eating?!&lt;br /&gt;(note to connie: its a bit late though. u cld have asked earlier.)&lt;br /&gt;so i realised that connie is a very unpredictable person (i like,more fun this way)&lt;br /&gt;the escalator was goin dwn but she wanted to ''attempt'' to go up till i told her ''connie? where are you going??''&lt;br /&gt;before that her comb was flung onto the floor. i dont know how it happened but i guess connie u did it on purpose?? to make us laugh?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;and there are many other more incidents which she made. too many to recount.&lt;br /&gt;so we went e-zone at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;so bloody far.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder there's no business for them.&lt;br /&gt;situated at some high corner.&lt;br /&gt;so dark n dingy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;played one game then decided to go all the waaaay back to tam-phines-knees.&lt;br /&gt;tam-phines-knees mall.&lt;br /&gt;e-zone.&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody great!&lt;br /&gt;played for free.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ah koh (a.k.a yuan lin)&lt;br /&gt;we get to played all we want for &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;woo!!!&lt;br /&gt;23 credits on one machine,later another 10 on another machine.&lt;br /&gt;it was a great work out!!&lt;br /&gt;and connie,sorry if i made you feel bad for sweating too much. lol.&lt;br /&gt;my metabolism rate. sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;so after that we went to macdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;saw liting.&lt;br /&gt;ah koh was the 1st one to spot her and told me.&lt;br /&gt;i think my ears aren't gd.&lt;br /&gt;heard li peng instead. so look ard but no sight of her.&lt;br /&gt;then i spotted liting. look so guai. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;had ice cream n we took pictures using ah koh's hp.&lt;br /&gt;gonna put them up as soon as she sends me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to connie and ah koh for featuring in my blog.lol. i'll wait for the complaints to come in now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..still thinking of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113100161681096954?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113100161681096954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113100161681096954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113100161681096954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113100161681096954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-113032979096839409</id><published>2005-10-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:30:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo..finally i'm back!! ok the highlights on sat n sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's was great! better then last year..oh and i saw rod monterio (class95 DJ) and his son(!) so cute(!!!), randall tan (actor), jaime teo(actress), melody chen(actress) which i mistaken for randall's wife. they were behaving so intimately..ok maybe not that intimately..and i think the other lady was vanessa from parking lot pimp,but on second thoughts i don't think so..doesnt look like her..well i was holding on to a camera BUT i didnt took any pictures of them..i think they were lookin at my direction! (yes, i'm that vain. lol)was beside the VIP area ,which i must say,a very strategically placed location for the prize ceremony..but the place where i was standin is &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; too,if not for the helpers on sunday who had to &lt;strong&gt;BLOCK &lt;/strong&gt;the spectators view of the performance by &lt;em&gt;THE STARS OF FLORIDA. &lt;/em&gt;i mean come on..it was just taking up place. if u guys wanted to move that thing why didnt you moved it sooner or later when there's a break?? &lt;strong&gt;BUT NO&lt;/strong&gt;. u guys have to take it out,place it there,right smack in the action where we are supposed to see the stunts. &lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt;??? a big 2m- by-2mplus huge thing. and u have to do that??? why can't u guys move it away?? and the helpers just stand there and enjoyed the show?! since u guys were not blocked?? oh please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reigning champ walk past me!! yeah! 16 yrs old only...he won this year too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i'll try to put up some pictures ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE STARS OF FLORIDA&lt;/em&gt; were great..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-113032979096839409?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/113032979096839409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=113032979096839409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113032979096839409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/113032979096839409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-112982513851067763</id><published>2005-10-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:19:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pablo Neruda - Ode to Criticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism....there's no escaping it's sharp edge, it's stealthy approach, it's loud shouts, it's quiet whispers, it's acid sting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone meets with it sometime or other. It is also a close relative of praise, being two sides of the same coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise is always there with my favourite food, warm inviting, nurturing, strength-building, but Criticism is like eating a lemon and giving your senses a wake-up call. Sour, full of acidic flavour, and filled with the desire for change, for sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's easy to ignore it, just like you can ignore the brush of a stranger as you walk along the street. Sometimes, it comes up to you, hungry, homelessand asks you for some spare change....asks to be fed and clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon it and I'd like to share two "odes to criticism" by Neruda. I love the way Neruda gives shape to something so intangible that most of us brush our feelings of it aside. Neruda tackles it head-on with a perceptiveness that shows him as a great observer of human emotion and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ode gives a form and shape to the initial burn of criticism, the second gives a roadmap by which one can learn to benefit from criticism.He has lovely imagery for it all and it makes for a great reflective read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE TO CRITICISM (I)&lt;br /&gt;I wrote five poems :&lt;br /&gt;one was green&lt;br /&gt;another a round wheaten loaf,&lt;br /&gt;the third was a house, abuilding,&lt;br /&gt;the fourth a ring,&lt;br /&gt;and the fifth wasbrief as a lightning flash,&lt;br /&gt;and as I wrote it,&lt;br /&gt;it branded my reason.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, men&lt;br /&gt;and women&lt;br /&gt;came and took&lt;br /&gt;my simple materials,&lt;br /&gt;breeze, wind, radiance, clay, wood,&lt;br /&gt;and with such ordinary things&lt;br /&gt;constructedwalls, floors, and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;On one line of my poetry&lt;br /&gt;they hung out the wash to dry.&lt;br /&gt;They ate my wordsfor dinner,&lt;br /&gt;they kept themby the head of their beds,&lt;br /&gt;they lived with poetry,&lt;br /&gt;with the light that escaped from my side.&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;came a mute critic,&lt;br /&gt;then another babbling tongues,&lt;br /&gt;and others, many others, came,&lt;br /&gt;some blind, some all-seeing,&lt;br /&gt;some of them as elegantas carnations with bright red shoes,&lt;br /&gt;others as severely&lt;br /&gt;clothed as corpses,&lt;br /&gt;some were partisansof the king and his exalted monarchy,&lt;br /&gt;others had been snaredin Marx's brow&lt;br /&gt;and were kicking their feet in his beard,&lt;br /&gt;some were English,&lt;br /&gt;plain and simply English,&lt;br /&gt;and among themthey set outwith tooth and knife,&lt;br /&gt;with dictionaries and other dark weapons,&lt;br /&gt;with venerable quotes,&lt;br /&gt;they set outto take my poor poetry&lt;br /&gt;from the simple folkwho loved it.&lt;br /&gt;They trapped and tricked it,&lt;br /&gt;they rolled it in a scroll,&lt;br /&gt;they secured it with a hundred pins,&lt;br /&gt;they covered it with skeleton dust,&lt;br /&gt;they drowned it in ink,&lt;br /&gt;they spit on it with the suavebenignity of a cat,&lt;br /&gt;they used it to wrap clocks,&lt;br /&gt;they protected it and condemned it,&lt;br /&gt;they stored it with crude oil,&lt;br /&gt;they dedicated damp treatises to it,&lt;br /&gt;they boiled it with milk,&lt;br /&gt;they showered it with pebbles,&lt;br /&gt;and in the process erased vowels from it,&lt;br /&gt;their syllables and sighs&lt;br /&gt;nearly killed it,&lt;br /&gt;they crumbled it&lt;br /&gt;and tied it up in alittle package&lt;br /&gt;they scrupulously addressed&lt;br /&gt;to their attics and cemetaries,&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;one by one,&lt;br /&gt;they retired,enraged to the point of madness&lt;br /&gt;because I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;popular enough for them,&lt;br /&gt;or saturated with mild contemptfor my customary lack of shadows,&lt;br /&gt;they left,all of them,&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;men and women&lt;br /&gt;came to live&lt;br /&gt;with my poetry,&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;they lighted fires,&lt;br /&gt;built houses,&lt;br /&gt;broke bread,&lt;br /&gt;they shared the light&lt;br /&gt;and in love joined&lt;br /&gt;the lightning flash and the ring.&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;if you will excuse me&lt;br /&gt;for interrupting this story&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling,&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving to live&lt;br /&gt;foreverwith simple people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE TO CRITICISM (II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched my book:&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;br /&gt;compact,&lt;br /&gt;solid,&lt;br /&gt;arched&lt;br /&gt;like a white ship,&lt;br /&gt;half open&lt;br /&gt;like a new rose,&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;br /&gt;to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;a mill,&lt;br /&gt;from each page&lt;br /&gt;of my book&lt;br /&gt;sprouted the flower of bread;&lt;br /&gt;I was blinded by my own rays,&lt;br /&gt;I was insufferablyself-satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;my feet left the ground&lt;br /&gt;and I was walkingon clouds,&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;comrade criticism,&lt;br /&gt;you brought me downto earth,&lt;br /&gt;a single word&lt;br /&gt;showed me suddenly&lt;br /&gt;how much I had left undone,&lt;br /&gt;how far I could go&lt;br /&gt;with my strength and tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;sail with the ship of my song.&lt;br /&gt;I came back a more genuine man,&lt;br /&gt;enriched,&lt;br /&gt;I took what I had&lt;br /&gt;and all you have,&lt;br /&gt;all your travels&lt;br /&gt;across the earth,&lt;br /&gt;everything your eyes&lt;br /&gt;had seen;&lt;br /&gt;all the battles&lt;br /&gt;your heart had fought day after day&lt;br /&gt;aligned themselves&lt;br /&gt;beside me,&lt;br /&gt;and as I held high the flourof my song,&lt;br /&gt;the flower of the bread smelled sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;thank you,&lt;br /&gt;criticism,&lt;br /&gt;bright mover of the world,&lt;br /&gt;pure science,&lt;br /&gt;sign&lt;br /&gt;of speed,&lt;br /&gt;oil&lt;br /&gt;for the eternal human wheel,&lt;br /&gt;golden sword,&lt;br /&gt;cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;of the structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism,&lt;br /&gt;you're not the bearer&lt;br /&gt;of the thick, foul&lt;br /&gt;drop&lt;br /&gt;of envy,&lt;br /&gt;the personal scythe,&lt;br /&gt;or ambiguous,&lt;br /&gt;curled-upwormin the bitter coffee bean,&lt;br /&gt;nor are you part of the scheme&lt;br /&gt;of the old sword swallower and his tribe,&lt;br /&gt;nor the treacherous&lt;br /&gt;tail&lt;br /&gt;of the feudal serpent&lt;br /&gt;always twined around its exquisite branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism,&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;bubble in the level,&lt;br /&gt;mark on the steel,&lt;br /&gt;notable pulsation.&lt;br /&gt;With a single life&lt;br /&gt;I will not learn enough.&lt;br /&gt;With the light of other lives,&lt;br /&gt;many lives will live in my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last words from me: &lt;strong&gt;MUSIC IS THE SHORTHAND OF EMOTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112982513851067763?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112982513851067763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=112982513851067763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112982513851067763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112982513851067763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/pablo-neruda-ode-to-criticism.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-112945471159952547</id><published>2005-10-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:56:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;100% rubbish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does a person mean when he says that he is givin more then 100 per cent?&lt;br /&gt;here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented by this:&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,k-n-o-w-l-e-d-g-e is 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5=96 per cent&lt;br /&gt;and h-a-r-d-w-o-r-k is 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11=98 per cent&lt;br /&gt;and a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e is 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5=100 per cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t is 2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20=103 per cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now look how far butt kissing will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-u-t-t-k-i-s-s-i-n-g 2+21+20+20+11+9+19+19+9+14+7=105 per cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while hard work and knowledge will get you close,and attitude will get you there,it's the bullshit and butt kissing that will put you over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...man why am i such a sucker for her blog?? sigh...kind of heartbroken..i'm super sad...oh &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; she msg me this morning!!! sweet of her...come to think of it..i seriously don't mind if she can't give as much as before..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.sigh.sigh.sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112945471159952547?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112945471159952547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=112945471159952547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112945471159952547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112945471159952547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/100-rubbish-what-does-person-mean-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-112939211452480097</id><published>2005-10-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:41:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>git yer freak out!!&lt;br /&gt;shock.shock.horror.horror.&lt;br /&gt;like the smurf's evil arch nemesis Glargamel,i'm rubbin my hands in nefarious glee as we countdwn to ALL HALLOW'S EVE (the hyper commercialised Halloween on 31 oct, for you unintiated folks). i'll attempt to make a list of things to get u guys into the mood for mischief making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tales from the crypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;memnoch the devil- anne rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;true singapore ghost stories bk 1- russell lee &amp;amp; a team of ghost riders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinhead- clive barker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 days of night: bloodsucker tales -steve niles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sandman- nail gaiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;reel terror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the exorcist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friday the 13th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nightmare on elm street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shutter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a chinese ghost story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway..i'm not a fan for horror but ya,here's a list for u guys out there who wanted to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh...she's havin her own problem now..no wonder she didnt reply me when i ask her out today...she's not pickin up calls n replyin msges..from other ppl too,so i guess she's &lt;strong&gt;not avoidin&lt;/strong&gt; me..sld i call her? sld i not call and make her more upset?? argh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112939211452480097?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112939211452480097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=112939211452480097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112939211452480097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112939211452480097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/git-yer-freak-out-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-112921648561450794</id><published>2005-10-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:14:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eva lies here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112921648561450794?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112921648561450794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hha..i'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna keep it short..&lt;br /&gt;hey i mean this is my blog &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;i can do whatever i want..so i'm bloggin randomly..&lt;br /&gt;that's the very essence of blogging,isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: ENGLAND MADE IT TO THE WORLD CUP!! whoo...whee...*pumps fists into the air*&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: she msged me yesterday!! i so didnt expect it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112921633881898436?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112921633881898436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=112921633881898436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112921633881898436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112921633881898436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/hha.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-112902952183701126</id><published>2005-10-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:18:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so 1st of all i wanna thank liting again...&lt;br /&gt;for getting my blog runnin..&lt;br /&gt;hha..&lt;br /&gt;i'm an IT idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway all i did today was designed my old sec sch shoes..&lt;br /&gt;gonna reuse them!!!&lt;br /&gt;the life of a designer...&lt;br /&gt;argh. i read her blog again..there's another guy in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;but i think she's not interested..yet...i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112902952183701126?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112902952183701126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=112902952183701126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112902952183701126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112902952183701126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-1st-of-all-i-wanna-thank-liting.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva's Musing~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624615679710951979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17681990.post-112895768525437348</id><published>2005-10-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:07:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm totally new to this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little strange to be opening up this journal thingie to the world&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm going to try...let's see where this road leads :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17681990-112895768525437348?l=evarockrchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/feeds/112895768525437348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17681990&amp;postID=112895768525437348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112895768525437348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17681990/posts/default/112895768525437348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evarockrchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-beginning_10.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Eva's 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