<?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-3055341367541817746</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:41:17.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings from a hungry girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-7534877392433164875</id><published>2009-07-21T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:50:40.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye</title><content type='html'>i wont be blogging here anymore. awww. =( don't be sad! haha! you can still find me at &lt;a href="http://lornana.wordpress.com"&gt; lornana.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt; AWESOME! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7534877392433164875?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7534877392433164875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/byebye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7534877392433164875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7534877392433164875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/byebye.html' title='byebye'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-3081581663024347555</id><published>2009-07-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:33:37.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i ate 3 durians today.</title><content type='html'>i was browsing fb when i came across this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SltsZzn4nbI/AAAAAAAAACc/bz3eeZl1JEQ/s1600-h/n565046544_1605782_412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SltsZzn4nbI/AAAAAAAAACc/bz3eeZl1JEQ/s320/n565046544_1605782_412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995372297362866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Snow White &amp; the Seven Dwarfs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a nasty shock when i read that. she cant be playing a dwarf.. O.O then i scrolled down further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo w Celine Rosa Tan! who played the Magic Mirror &amp; Nanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er actually until now, im still not sure if she was the snow white or not, but. +gulps+ ok i shall not further indulge in superficial talk. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so full today! i ate at borsch for lunch, abit disappointed. its like hawker style western food served in quite an ugly restaurant at higher than hawker prices. (though its supposed to be russian) kinda feels like the restaurant we went to in madrid (the one that ernest hemingway also went to), only that was the oldest restaurant in the world, and this is one of the oldest in singapore (i think). then i had 3 WHOLE DURIANS. i think this is the most i have eaten by far, 3 whole durians.. last day durian lee was supplying durians for the year, so gotta SPAM! =D haha! then had dinner at manhattan fish market, which surprisingly wasnt too bad- much better than fish &amp; co. still, my salmon was overcooked and dry, din like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! and i helped my distant relative do her nails today.. forgot to take a photo of it.. =( its white and blue.. hopefully can get her to take a photo and send me so i can post it to show off. heh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been battling the to tell him or not to tell him thing for weeks. thanks to selene, i have now decided not to tell him. glad i have finally decided on a definite action plan. thanks dear! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-3081581663024347555?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3081581663024347555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-ate-3-durians-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3081581663024347555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3081581663024347555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-ate-3-durians-today.html' title='i ate 3 durians today.'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SltsZzn4nbI/AAAAAAAAACc/bz3eeZl1JEQ/s72-c/n565046544_1605782_412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-1392128824275863812</id><published>2009-07-10T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:35:15.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phoneless, watchless, cashless..</title><content type='html'>i met up with jane at cityhall today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i forgot to bring my handphone along with me. nor my watch. great. when i reached cityhall, i then discovered that i didn't bring cash either. so all i had was 55cents. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to meet up with jane SOMEWHERE, but cityhall wasn't specific enough since it usually can mean also raffles place or citylink mall. so i had to go around finding a right target to borrow a handphone. imagine a girl wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a large vintage long sleeve red and black tunic&lt;br /&gt;6inch+ heels&lt;br /&gt;carrying a large vintage brown leather lv bag&lt;br /&gt;and blue (colour run) tights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming over to you to borrow your handphone. you look at her and think, why is she borrowing your handphone when she is carrying an lv bag? but since she asked, you lend her your phone, eyeing her blue legs and wondering if she is an alien..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered jane's home number and not her new hp number, so i asked her maid to call her and tell her i will wait for her outside bread talk. i waited for very long before i collected enough stares from passersby and decided to head to gloria jeans. seeing that jane wasn't at gloria jeans (i previously knew she wanted to go there for coffee), i was looking out, once again, for handphone lending victims. less people standing about idle, everyone was seated down chatting over coffee. hmm, would i be scolded for TOUTING their customers? i was weighing the risks of heading over to a lone man having some cake and coffee when God showed his grace. i spotted jane, heading out from the toilet. =D =D =D and just when i went up to her, she whipped out her phone.. "bread talk? lorna is with me now, she is with me.." -.- now then call, her maid very inefficient la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1392128824275863812?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1392128824275863812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/phoneless-watchless-cashless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1392128824275863812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1392128824275863812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/phoneless-watchless-cashless.html' title='phoneless, watchless, cashless..'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-6081698821724461635</id><published>2009-07-10T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:17:45.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wanderer</title><content type='html'>i was happy to have made friends. after awhile i am reminded once again, that friends come and go. left one for another, now it's time to move on again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-6081698821724461635?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6081698821724461635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanderer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/6081698821724461635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/6081698821724461635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanderer.html' title='the wanderer'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-4163192698617540460</id><published>2009-07-08T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:26:25.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting..</title><content type='html'>soongteng left already.. im updating now (after a long hiatus) because my dear friend reminded me to keep blog running so she knows whats going on in my life. reason why i haven't blogged in so long, is not because i have nothing to share. in fact, there were ALOT of things i wanted to talk/complain/rave about BUT since i have no control over who is reading this, better not to gossip and be caught. heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hmm.. major happenings? i went to london --&gt; barcelona --&gt; madrid --&gt; amsterdam --&gt; london in june. i must say, spain is MARVELOUS for shopping! blanco, oysho, bershka, and not forgetting (of course) mango and zara.. the spanish brands are trendy, affordable and figure flattering. to give you a rough idea of what prices are like, i bought 5 pieces of clothing at zara, which amounted to 92 euros, which is less than S$200. !!! =D =D =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had ALOT of tapas in spain.. from wikipedia: Tapas (IPA: [ˈtapˌas]) is the name of a wide variety of appetizers in Spanish cuisine. They may be cold (such as mixed olives and cheese) or warm (such as puntillitas, which are battered, fried baby squid). i liked the idea of tapas, because im a sucker for variety, the same reason why i like buffet cos i can take abit of everything. i got sick of it after awhile though.. there's always Spanish ham, bruschetta, and lots of food swimming in a mixture of olive oil and salt. yes, the olive oil is heart healthy fats, but FATS nonetheless, and no thank you i don't want to be anymore fatter. luckily there was a girl on the trip who said she wasn't hungry on a regular basis, and was slimmer than me yet said she was fat. in the presence of COMPETITION, i had more discipline to eat less cos i din wanna look even fatter compared to her. haahahha! now you know how vain and "image conscious" i am. (she said i was image conscious- but i wasnt the one taping my eyelids..) well anyway, back to the tapas. the tapas crawl we had on one night in madrid was torturous. we had already walked the whole day instead of taking a hop on hop off bus (to save money), and to do the tapas crawl, we were to sample a few tapas at various tapas bars. imagine yourself joining the BIGWALK in the daytime, then going club hopping at night, and not being able to sit down while you eat/drink. WAA. my legs almost DIED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some amazing meals though.. at rafa's (roses, near barcelona), i had one of the best seafood ive eaten, though cooked very simply in (again) olive oil and salt. churros, but not sugar coated like those we find in singapore but dipped in a warm cup of chocolate, paella.. yumyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides food and shopping, the rest of the trip was mostly art museums, walking around to soak in the atmosphere and architecture.. this is getting a lil boring.. =( haha shall share some interesting stuff that happened during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i missed my flight from barcelona to madrid. no your eyes are not failing you. I MISSED MY FLIGHT. -.- fail. wesley and i did not take a cab initially cos wesley said it was expensive. we were in the metro station for half an hour, trying to find the right platform. finally, when we were at the platform, it was 30 minutes to our flight time and we discovered it takes 30 minutes for the train to reach the airport &lt;br /&gt;BUT the next train was arriving in 10 minutes. so we rushed up (the metro is underground) to take a cab. i have to tell you we had already paid for the train tickets! now, instead of paying for the expensive cab fare, we were paying for BOTH the cab and train fare. we reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight time, only to realise after running about the airport like mad people that we were at the wrong terminal. BZZT.(sound of buzzer) now, instead of merely paying for expensive cab fare, we were paying for cab, train and extra plane ticket. sian, but no choice. 100 plus euros more, which is equivalent to 200 plus singdollar. and we had to wait for a few hours at the airport, fuming/sulking at the series of misfortune before we could board the plane. the rest of the group who had an additional 3-5 hours in barcelona cos their flight was at a later time, arrived in madrid the same time we did. &lt;br /&gt;nick's first sentence to me at the madrid airport: this is called being PENNY WISE POUND FOOLISH. ahhhh yes, i needed that reminder so badly it feels like therapy.. $#@%#!#@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the next thing im gonna mention is what happened the next day, but its sort of linked with this so it's gonna come under interesting event 1. the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wesley: er.. can you pay me back 20 euros? cos u had check in baggage i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (fuming, but trying to hide my annoyance) : do you want me to pay you 30 euros since you paid 10 euros more ytd? (we din have exact change, he said he felt bad about the flight miss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wesley: yes yes okay! -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------inhale, exhale.. inhale, exhale.. close eyes..---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for your info, wesley just turned 25 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i tried the philosophers stone in amsterdam. its the 'truffle' part of the magic mushroom. it looks like mouldy little lumps of shit, tastes like laohong (spoilt) nuts with a sour aftertaste and has an odd smell that doesnt go away even after spamming gummy bears. in short, it tasted HORRIBLE. i felt nauseous after eating them, but the hallucination effect kicked in after half an hour. my mind didn't make up non existent beings (aww) and i was still in the same place, but it felt like i was seeing my surroundings through a kaleidoscope. at first, the walls looked like they were breathing, the bed started to look fluffy like a marshmallow, i felt like i was living in a 2D world, where colours were vivid and psychedelic patterns aplenty. i was part of a painting! from then i understood how artists like dali, gaudi and picasso are so creative.. must be the drugs.. i laughed easily, cried easily, felt groggy, couldn't walk straight and was giggling most of the time. quite an experience, but that's about it. the horridness of paying 16euros to swallow something that tastes as bad as it looks, plus the stoneness i felt when the effects wore of after 6 hours shall keep me away from trying it again the next time i go to amsterdam. (that is, if soft drugs are still legal in amsterdam in the future) oh and the odd thing is, smoking tobacco is not allowed, and everyone there smokes weed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i don't know what to call these events collectively. series of unfortunate events? gahh. somehow as i am recalling everything, everything seems so wrong. it especially sucks that all these pervy sounding mishaps have to involve someone i liked. (or like, i havent decided on that yet) RARH. okay whatever. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) nick and wesley came over to the room fran and i were sharing. having just came out from the shower, i tried to clamber onto the bed where i was going to sleep later that night, but i stepped on nick's hand (nick and fran were both on the bed), tripped, and landed face down on the mattress with one hand missing his **** by a small margin. i think he moved in time, though im not sure since everything happened so quickly. thing is, i didn't notice i almost assaulted his privates until he said it in a displeased tone "you know you almost hit my ..." right after that, he said he was was tired and went back to his room first. +slaps forehead+ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) wesley and i didn't get to go to el bulli so we were back at the hostel in roses earlier while the rest were still dining at the best restaurant in the world. roses is a small and more backward town. the hostel we were staying for the night didn't have aircons, only standing fans. it was very warm that night, so i decided to sleep in my lingerie since my roommate fran was a girl it didn't matter. i fell asleep, and was woken up by the sound of the door opening (fran came back from elbulli with the rest). i then saw nick with fran at the door, before realising my upper body was uncovered. "SHIT!" i pulled the sheets up. they both knew what happened, but luckily i had my bra on and it was probably a split second so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) i personally think it wasn't a big deal, but then it was nick's response that makes this worth mentioning. we were taking a photo and everyone had their arms around each others back. nick was carrying a backpack as usual. he's 180+ and im not even 160cm, i couldnt have reached his shoulders and his back was blocked by the backpack. the guy was going to press the shutter button already, so i placed my hand below where the backpack was. after the photo was taken, he made a weird face. "what??" i asked him. "you put your hand on my butt!", like he was raped. WTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have honestly shared these info, please do not mistake me for a perv. seriously. alright that's enough about the trip for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's getting abit boring and im on facebook almost all the time. uni please start soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-4163192698617540460?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4163192698617540460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/4163192698617540460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/4163192698617540460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html' title='waiting..'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1167348762050066502</id><published>2009-05-29T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:24:42.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny how i never had to try. and now it seems im trying hard. and for what? wish i would slap myself for being annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the Lord guide me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i finally started reading the bible again. thanks to wesley's nagging. but im glad i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1167348762050066502?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1167348762050066502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-how-i-never-had-to-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1167348762050066502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1167348762050066502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-how-i-never-had-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-8431155143299118568</id><published>2009-05-26T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:27:03.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sun. sand. sentosa.</title><content type='html'>cliche apology coming up:&lt;br /&gt;sorry i havent blogged forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah now that is out of the way, i shall provide some updates.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going on a holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been wanting to go on a trip with friends ever since As ended, but never found anyone who was willing/able to go. was gonna plan a short trip to maybe bali/bintan/phuket or anywhere else nearby + cheap. that was when i realised how cumbersome it is to plan an travel itinerary. GLADLY, wesley and his friends were kind enough to let me join. so YAY! =D haven't been to spain, and i have been feeling sore about giving the dance competition in barcelona a miss in jc2 (cos my dad wanted to me to stay home to study. we all know how that turned out.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's barcelona without the crazy trainings! yippee! besides, i'm quite glad i didn't take part in the dance competition in barcelona. for that, i was ignored and shunned by my fellow dance 'buddies'. those were the people i chose to hang out with during my first year in vjc. the people i enjoyed being with and looked forward to meeting all my time in school. if i could turn back the clock i would channel that enthusiasm to knowing my civics group better. i'm glad i finally did in jc2, even though it was after my so-called friends started giving me the cold shoulder and acted all snobby and clique-ish. +rolls eyes+ and the funny thing was how everyone became friendly again after zaki placed me front centre for a tiny tiny part of his dance (dance concert opening item). i thought i was being oversensitive about it. but if someone else noticed it too, then i guess i wasn't. couldn't have been more relieved when the year2s stepped down.. and i'm hoping things won't happen this way in smu. yes, smu! i finally sent in my acceptance! there was i, feeling my heart ache abit when i declined nus and ntu offers for business. the kiasu in me just cant stand not having something i was offered, esp since i dont know which is better. keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i went to sentosa on saturday. SENTOSA. LORNA LIM. omg. unbelievable. we were supposed to meet at 10am at harbourfront. in the morning i contemplated backing out. the idea of exposing myself to the harsh sun just started to turn me off. then my mom came in to give me a push, advising me to go. (my mom thinks im antisocial. she always wants me to go out with my friends. for my brother who cant live without his friends she nags at him whenever he wants to hangout) i later found out she thought sentosa meant a day of underwater world and dolphin lagoon. on my way i was curious about how the weather might be. hot i was expecting, just not at that intensity. the first time i was hit with the realisation of what i had gotten myself into was when it was time to lay the mat. like lost travellers, they finally decided on the perfect spot: the middle of nowhere. i look down and see sand. i look up and see sky. i look infront and see water. DAMN. no shelter! no shade! not even any shade from a large sized object beside us. shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay nevermind," i told myself "dont be so princess/high maintenance." I TRIED. really. i even tried to play the touch rugby game. but i cant run in flip flops. how to run in flipflops on sand?? walao. and yes, someone taught me the art of digging super quickly into the sand and standing in the hole. (the topmost layer of sand absorbed the heat so the sand below is cooler.) BUT. it only works if i im keen on becoming a barefooted statue. i tried to hop/jump/run quickly on the sand without my flipflops and i swear they almost cooked. after awhile i couldn't take it anymore. i can live with pulling my group down by being the slowest person in the game, but i couldn't bear the burning sensation that was beginning to develop on my face. so, clever me decided it may have been a better idea to sit down on the mat so i would be further away from the sun (vs standing up) and thus suffer less damage from the harmful uv rays. HAH. i felt slightly better. then i thought of another ingenious idea- to cover my face with my towel! i took out my faded pink and white hello kitty towel, slightly embarrassed, and covered my face. AAHH. protection! i think i sat there, with my head covered for about 10 minutes. that was the amount of time it took me to realise i was in fact, sunbathing. sitting in the sun doing nothing = sunbathing! ARGH. a moment later i was at trapizza, having antipasti and ice water with a good book, glancing up occassionally to see my friends playing ball. ahhh. life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-8431155143299118568?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8431155143299118568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun-sand-sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8431155143299118568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8431155143299118568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun-sand-sentosa.html' title='sun. sand. sentosa.'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1324294898587547515</id><published>2009-05-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:23:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers day</title><content type='html'>here are the options i considered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. jewellery (again)&lt;br /&gt;2. SKII skincare giftset&lt;br /&gt;3. Crabtree &amp; Evelyn Rose scented bath set&lt;br /&gt;4. Cai qin concert ticket&lt;br /&gt;5. Spa session&lt;br /&gt;6. Kenwood/ Kitchenaid mixer&lt;br /&gt;7. Homemade Housework Coupons (this idea only lasted 4 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i kept procrastinating till it was MOTHERS DAY. the day started on a very bad note. not because i still havent gotten her a present, as far as it seemed. BUT. women tend to say something and mean another, so maybe she was blowing her top cos she didnt awake to a special MOTHERSDAYsurprise. i fed Wacky (my dog) his breakfast, so when he pooed my mom asked Sherman to do the cleaning up. He did it rather reluctantly, and made a very bad choice to ask my mom why she couldn't "open up" the plastic bag for him to dispose the newspaper-wrapped poo into. AHHH. the mines were laid. and that idiot brother of mine carelessly stepped on one shortly after, resulting in an unexpected explosion. i say unexpected because it was 8am, mothers day. you must be wondering what exactly he did to piss her off. he was the last to leave the house but forgot to shut the door. my mom started to rant, in chinese as usual. for the ease of relating what was said, especially for those lousy people out there who are bad at chinese, i shall loosely translate it to singlish. (if you're malay or indian and are extremely offended for being called lousy, im sorry but the lousiness doesnt apply to you in this case. if you're not malay or indian and you're reading this rubbish, im glad you have so much time onhand.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom:  why you never close the door??&lt;br /&gt;brother: oh. forgot. (turns to shut the door)&lt;br /&gt;mom: wa! liddat also can forget! just dont bother right?? dont even need the key, just pull the door also too difficult for you ah? so lazy! &lt;br /&gt;brother: i just forgot.. why would i not want to close the door?&lt;br /&gt;mom: cos you're lazy! i know you were very unhappy that i asked you to clear the shit. getting from bad to worse! so lazyyy!! still ask me why i never help you open the plastic bag ah? waa!! everything must do for you ah? i ask you to clean, must help you take newspaper, help you take plastic bag then hold the plastic bag for you to throw ah? you just stand there to pick up the poo and throw it into the bag ah? like that why not i do it instead of asking you to do it? so lazyyy!! wa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then we were already in the car, on our way to church. mom was driving cos i didnt want to. i was seated next to my mom, my brother at the back. i looked at my mom, wondering if she was annoyed that it was mothers day and i left her to do the 'chauffering'. she turned to me and glared at me. terrified of whatever calamity that was going to fall on me, i turned away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway during service, i was bored. i thought it would be a good idea to make small talk, to keep in her good books. (HEH. this works. but only sometimes.)second reason was to 'test waters'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you wore this outfit to church last year too. just with another necklace, the blue butterfly one.&lt;br /&gt;mom: why you look at me just now? (glares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather forecast still stormy. i turned away quickly for the second time, glad that we were supposed to remain silent during service. but service had to end. when it did.. (immediately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: why you look at me just now?&lt;br /&gt;me: no la. i was wondering if you were angry at me also.&lt;br /&gt;mom: why would i be angry with you?&lt;br /&gt;me: cos i din want to drive and asked you to do it.&lt;br /&gt;mom: i know you're lying! you were unhappy that i was scolding sherman right? was i scolding him too loudly? was i like a bitch? you were very unhappy with it right? i know!&lt;br /&gt;me: no, i..&lt;br /&gt;bro (seated on my left, my mom on my right): so are we having lunch together?&lt;br /&gt;me: i dont know la.. ask her.&lt;br /&gt;mom: DONT CALL ME LATER. im going off. after bible study you go back home on your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully by dinner things were back to normal. i offered to pay for dinner. my stupid brother asked: HUH? why are you paying? OHHH~here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i paid for dinner anyway. my brother, after getting reprimanded by my mom for not showing any concern or appreciation, still did not offer to split the bill with me. not that i care. anyway we had dinner at balithai, cos lao beijing and lingzhi were FULLY BOOKED. the bill amounted to less than 200 dollars, so it was affordable i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone else had a smoother sailing mothers day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel disgusted/nauseated when you hear of people talking about peeing/shitting/burping/farting, you may wish to stop reading this post now.-----&lt;br /&gt;OMG. this is totally random and disgusting but i have to add this. i just farted and it smelled of durian. AMAZING. may it have been caused by the fact that i ate quite alot of durian the past two days? i think my fart just sparked my craving for durian. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1324294898587547515?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1324294898587547515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1324294898587547515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1324294898587547515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='mothers day'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1703432972967375648</id><published>2009-05-01T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:11:19.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>housework. omg. tiring.</title><content type='html'>SOOOOO long since yati (my maid) left. she went back to indonesia to divorce her husband who cheated on her. i have no idea if she has been gone for weeks, or months but it just seems like an awfully long time. the part time maid only comes mid may. tadah! housework to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddies dont do housework. or maybe its just my daddy. students (since they gotta go to school) have immunity as well. esp so since my bro is taking his O levels this year. "impt year!!!!" +rolls eyes+&lt;br /&gt;    digress a lil.&lt;br /&gt;      primary one and two, as i was told, is DAMN important cos its when you build your foundation. primary three is an important years cos there was screening. primary four was important as well, cos there was streaming. primary five and six were both important cos we had to prepare for PSLE. therefore, all six years of primary school are important.&lt;br /&gt;     secondary one is foundation year. impt. secondary two is somewhat like streaming, must study hard esp if you wanna do triple science. secondary three have new subjects, preparation for Olevels, impt! secondary four needless to say. therefore, all four years of secondary school is important.&lt;br /&gt;    jc 1 and 2. wahhh. jc life is short man. and Alevels is the king of all important exams. therefore, both years are HIGHLY crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   back to the housework issue.  my dog obviously cant do anything other than eat drink pee shit sleep and be cute. which leaves only me and mom to do the housework. okay i admit my mom does most of the housework. heh. but i help vacuum, hang the clothes out to dry, do the dishes, sweep the floor.. housework is TIRING. not so much physically, but i just feel drained from doing the chores. the kind of tiredness you feel when you sit on the floor all day packing your belongings. the kind of tiredness you feel when you spent 3 hours doing two math questions. the kindn of tiredness i feel when i run. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention i like vacuum cleaners? when you see spiderweb, just vacuum it away. if you see spiders, better still! the length of the hose allows me to will the disappearance of those icky stuff from a distance. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stumbled upon my mexican cookbook today, while unpacking a box that has been left outside my bedroom for awhile. made coconut icecream! will see how it tastes tmr. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1703432972967375648?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1703432972967375648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/housework-omg-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1703432972967375648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1703432972967375648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/housework-omg-tiring.html' title='housework. omg. tiring.'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1209680133860011131</id><published>2009-04-25T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:30:27.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in awhile. I had LOTS to say about what went on in my life, but I just can't mention them without offending people. Marc asked why is it I always meet ppl with assholes larger than their waists, so go figure. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy updates: received acceptance letters from&lt;br /&gt;Ntu and smu!! :D :D :D after much thinking I have decided to stick with my choice of smu, though I plan to sit on it awhile before sending in my response. Yayy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the 3 nutcases I talked to, all else left to blog was pretty much still whining. Was waiting for the emoing to go away before I blogged but with each week it just got worse.. Everyone seems to think I've disappeared-wiped off our BLAZINGLY beautiful country (so hot cannot tahan! Even indoors with fan I worry about heatstroke), but truth is I have managed to hide myself from almost all gatherings/meetups. I hate myself for being such a hermit but I just can't bring myself to let anyone see me when I myself can't accept me. I pretend I don't care, I pretend I'm happy the way I am but I'm not. It doesn't help that my ballet instructor suggested I should lose weight and my mom tells me I look like I'm 3 months pregnant. It's always getting to me. I was so upset when I was skinny and everyone said I was anorexic. Now I'm as unhappy as ever cos I'm fat. And now that I'm back doing ballet I really do see how shedding the excess weight will help me lift my leg higher, better lines.. :( I don't even think I'm angry with them-im frustrated with myself for knowing I should watch my diet yet failing to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, it wasn't anorexia. It was more like orthorexia, though self diagnosed. I was into eating 'healthy'. I was living off mainly fruits and vegetables and some fish-cooked without salt or fat. So yes, for those of you who kept asking for the 'secret' or 'diet tips', here you go. And no, it isn't healthy. (just in case you din notice the inverted comma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sighs. Okay okay I know im being grumpy and angsty, and I'm awfully sorry for taking it out on everyone who is reading this. I can probably dispense a truckload of advice addressed to myself but I just can't help it. I'm sure you understand how it feels.. Okay enough ranting for now- I'm gonna get cross-eyed from all the squinting (I'm blogging with my iphone! Touch keypad..) last night I dreamt I could do double and triple pirouettes effortlessly without HOPPING. It was so GOOD. Please let me dream it again!! Good night! B| (asleep with eye pillow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1209680133860011131?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1209680133860011131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/imperfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1209680133860011131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1209680133860011131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection.'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1120988178203596973</id><published>2009-03-25T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:43:33.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTONG</title><content type='html'>two weeks ago i rushed to oschool thinking i had mtv groove. i was told mtv groove started in two weeks. last friday (two weeks later) i took a cab to oschool, very sure there was mtv groove. the cab fare was $15. i reached at 8pm sharp. after about 5 mins of confusion, i saw jiaqian emerging from her hiphop class that just ended. shit, i thought our class supposed to be at the same time? this means my class started at 7pm. i whipped out my personal organiser. YES. 7PM. i wanted to box myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, while opening ginny aunt's heavy bmw car doors i have slammed my boobs twice. whyyyyyyy. why am i so sotong???????????????? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. i almost forgot. my hotties list!! im taking leah dizon out of the female hotties. emma watson shall replace her. leah dizon has too much makeup and looks too slutty. emma watson is way hotter. thank you jared for reminding me (as promised) lazy to update that particular post though. quick go google emma watson now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1120988178203596973?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1120988178203596973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sotong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1120988178203596973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1120988178203596973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sotong.html' title='SOTONG'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1141811076798330965</id><published>2009-03-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:32:52.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ball = shopping + diet. unwelcomed visitor into equation --&gt; HERBALIFE</title><content type='html'>rmb the commissioning ball on 28 march? the most important thing was that i needed a dress, specifically an EVENING GOWN. me wanted to save money. save money = cheap or better still, save money = free. free = borrow. "who can i borrow from?" i thought to myself. ah, that girl from prom-the one with the red dress! mic yip's friend, melissa lim. we took photos on prom, and she had a purple dress similar to mine for post prom. mine was from river island, hers from H&amp;M. well anyway, i got her email address from mic and asked if i could borrow her dress. she said yes but after i asked her if i could pick it from her house or sth she stopped replying to my email. =( i sent more mails every few days, till last sunday (22 march) i decided it was time to get a dress instead. actually, i was reminded by suyee's dress hunt for the ball that i had to get the dress soon in case it needed alteration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to shop for the gown on monday. started from paragon. Coast, Banana Republic, and Pois. For Wisma, store-name-i-can't-recall selling an Anne Klein dress, Jayson Brunsdon. Can try paragon and wisma if anyone's looking for evening gown. Pois (pronounced puah not poise) is deceptive: &lt;br /&gt;1. From outside the store it seemed small, but when i stepped in i realised how huge the store was. &lt;br /&gt;2. I tried on two dresses. When i peeked at the price tag in the fitting room i almost fainted. One was 3000 the other 2000plus. No wonder i looked so nice in them. Now i know why celebrities look so good, the right dress makes ALOT of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have no qualms about parting with your money for gorgeous dresses, go to Pois. Or, if you're poor like me, you can still go in and try the dresses cos the salespeople are really nice to you even if you try on their dresses twice and not buy from them. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion the banana republic dress ($429) or the anne klein dress ($255 on sale!) would have been fine enough. since he was so generous and insisted on wasting $400-$500 MORE on the dress even though i already flipped a coin 5 times telling us NOT to buy the dress, tommy and i settled for the jayson brunsdon dress in the end. its red too, coincidentally. and crazy generous gesture number 2. tommy insisted on buying the $271 earrings, not diamond but Swarovski crystals. from where? from Pois. now you know why its $271. but of course, i'm not complaining! i don't know if i should feel sad or happy that it seems like my get up would way way surpass my one and only PROM. haha! but since i'm trying to live in the moment, i guess i should be happy. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the dieting! HAVE. TO. CRASH. DIET. wanted to water fast for a week. (fast by drinking water only, not fast by restricting water intake) obviously, my weak self is always unable to resist food. still, my effort is commendable so far, considering how much i usu deviate from my grand diet plans. i have managed to abstain from rice, bread and noodles for three days. i ate three oreo cookies without the cream though. still, that's just 90 calories, equivalent to a herbalife milkshake. HERBALIFE. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way to wisma from paragon i walked by ngee ann city and was stopped by two girls who looked my age. when they started singing my praises i knew they had something up their sleeve- "probably a favour" i thought to myself. after a few more compliments i cut in "what do you want?" "can you help us do a health survey? it will only take 5 minutes!" "aahh. no wonder." part of me din wanna waste my time doing the survey, part of me wanted to help them with their job esp since i was free anyway. i then made up my mind to play the good samaritan. "where's your survey?" i asked, noticing they were empty handed. "oh its just there, very near! we bring you there!" VERY NEAR, RIGHT. we walked into ngee ann city and took the lift to the 18th floor. NEAR. this was anger trigger 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the doors of the lift opened, the words on the wall screamed to my face. HERBALIFE. and i was told i was doing a HEALTH SURVEY. anger trigger 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the 3rd-- (may i inform you that the magnitude of the trigger increases chronologically as well) they asked me to step on the weighing scale. STEP ON THE WEIGHING SCALE. hellooo. i myself have not dared to step on the weighing scale ever since i knew my weight was hovering around 50kg. now they want me to step on it for some bloody health survey?? infront of the BOTH of them?? "chill, you already came up to the 18th floor. might as well zuo4 hao3 ren2 zuo4 dao4 di3" so i stepped on the scale. i was then ushered to sit down at a table. sit down = no standing = not a short time = a long long time = a lot more to go. BUT THEY TOLD ME IT WOULD TAKE 5 MINUTES AND 5 MINUTES HAD ALREADY PASSED! this is anger trigger 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now i was seriously pissed off. i managed to keep a straight face, and told one of the girls in a polite tone "i am very annoyed." i was given the innocent-wide-eyed look "why?????" i kept quiet. i was then told to grasp a stupid machine with both my arms out straight. hurry up! beep! good, faster! here comes anger trigger 5. this is the MOST ^&amp;@^&amp;#^!%&amp;#^$%@$^^. "OMG! YOU BODY FAT IS 14.5%!!! ITS VERY VERY VERY HIGH!! DO YOU KNOW YOUR IDEAL WEIGHT IS 45KG?? REALLY! you see!", she pulls out a chart from nowhere. i could do a similar chart that said the ideal weight for my height is 100kg, and use it to promote goreng pisang and roti prata- using microsoft word and a home printer. if i'm the kind of person who points middle finger i would have done it at that moment. thankfully for them i'm brought up well enough to refrain from doing so in such *&amp;$#&amp;$&amp;#&amp; situations. according to caifornia gym, the ideal weight for 158cm is 51kg (which really isn't the point here cos in my opinion that's probably a medically healthy but socially obese weight) i was too reaking pissed off to argue with them over that. as much as i was trying to stay calm and happy, annoyance was etched on my face as i wrote down my particulars on a stupid form. i left out my phone number and address. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger trigger 6- i thought i could leave after i filled in the form. but no. one of the girls took out a photo album and started "let me share with you my story. i used to play bball and ate a lot of junk food and i was very fat...do you eat alot? do you eat junk food?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell her to just shut the hell up. instead, i said "i really am not interested. i was told i was doing a health survey, so can i leave now?" she SHAMELESSLY persisted "no, i just want to share with you my story.." seeing that i was clearly not interested in her weight loss story, she touched the back of my arms. "aiyoh! you got sensitive skin ah?" ARGH. ITS KERATOSIS PILARIS YOU NINCOMPOOP. i could already imagine her trying to sell me herbalife, touting its effects in clearing up skin problems. anger trigger 7. recalling the whole incident still makes my blood boil now. isn't it pathetic that people have to resort to picking at every flaw you have to try to sell you their products? i remember walking into guardian in search of eyedrops, only to have a saleslady come to me with a shocked face "YOU GOT ALOT OF BLACKHEADS!! do you want to buy our facial wash? can help you get rid of blackheads and pimples!" NO ONE IS PERFECT! hurtful, pathetic and completely unnecessary -that's what this sales tactic is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's a genetic thing passed down from my dad. dry skin." i tried to put it across as simply as possible. wide eyed look again "really ahhhh?" that was the last straw. felt like slapping her. "I'M REALLY NOT INTERESTED CAN YOU JUST SPARE ME? IM RUSHING TO BUY A DRESS AND YOU TOLD ME IT WOULD TAKE 5 MINS AND THAT ITS NEAR. YOU BROUGHT ME 18 FLOORS UP, AND EVEN TOOK MY WEIGHT! CAN I LEAVE NOWWWWWWW!!!" she analysed my face. "sure sure. we'll bring you down" "no thanks i can make my down on my own" "oh nono its no problem we have to go down anyway" HAH. go down to con more people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i know a herbalife milkshake is 90kcals cos my mom used to drink them and sell them. she lost weight, gained the weight back and isn't selling them anymore. i'm VERY sure she never conned people that way though. it's really stupid, herbalife. you're better off spending your 90kcals on nicer food than drinking that horrid stuff. they call it milkshake. YUCK. its damn smelly. sigh. right now i feel like i'm caught in the washing machine, still struggling in the negativity of it all. stop stop stop. i shall stop my herbalife fiasco narration here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty dress pretty earrings. think happy thoughts! hope i get to see kj and the rest on sat though. been long since we caught up. the last time i had to rush off early to watch andrew's musical with keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1141811076798330965?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1141811076798330965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/ball-shopping-diet-unwelcomed-visitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1141811076798330965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1141811076798330965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/ball-shopping-diet-unwelcomed-visitor.html' title='ball = shopping + diet. unwelcomed visitor into equation --&gt; HERBALIFE'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-8468247273707695788</id><published>2009-03-25T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:51:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>driving test coming!</title><content type='html'>"If Yan can cook, so can you!" yes that's right. so if banglas can drive, there's no reason why i can't pass my driving test on friday. that annoying driving instructor keeps telling me how lousy i am but i am not letting it get to me. await my good news people! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far driving has been fun. i think im quite good at the circuit. (HAHA) on the roads, its another matter. hmm. actually im not THAT bad. as long as someone is telling me where to go, where to turn and all i gotta do is summon all my concentration on not getting into an accident, all is well. so i'm leaving the actual driving (post-test) problems till later. speaking of which, reminds me of the parking woes. how am i supposed to know how to park the car without the poles!!? this is what they teach you at driving school: when the pole disappears, full lock to the left. when the pole reappears, turn the steering wheel 1 round to the right. when the pole reappears, full lock left again.. HAH. they might as well just give us four poles as graduation gifts so we can get off our cars to position the poles before getting back into the car and driving till our shoulders are past the first pole before following the parking procedure as mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be my last driving lesson before the test on friday! friday friday friday. it shall be the day i prove to keith that driving school really does have higher passing rate as compared to private, and there is a reason why we need to take 23 lessons even though we're driving AUTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. auto is SUPER EASY to drive. i still think it is a good idea to just learn the easier, esp since you will probably just be driving an auto car in the future. it's like only doing the ten year series and not studying extra notes when you're taking the O's or A's, so dont look down on us okay! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-8468247273707695788?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8468247273707695788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-test-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8468247273707695788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8468247273707695788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-test-coming.html' title='driving test coming!'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-4967524122289730481</id><published>2009-03-03T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:07:09.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>get organised</title><content type='html'>ever since A's ended and i came back from vietnam, i lined up a series of activities for myself, enrolled in classes.. problem was i could not keep track cos i had so many things going on. okay, i correct myself: i was too lazy to keep track. (eh must give me credit for my honesty!) i missed a few dance lessons, a few baking lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i requested for an organiser for my birthday. and i got a really cool purple leather organiser from aiksiong, since then i wrote down everything i planned to do. which helped alot. until today. calamity stroke, almost. SHESSH. can u believe i can get my driving lesson timing WRONG???? when i wrote down everything and referred to it? my mom asked what time my driving lesson was. told her was 4plus, so she arranged for the guy doing the curtains to come down at 2pm to discuss what i was gonna do for my new bedroom window. last night i checked again. dammit. my driving was at 12 plus not at 4 plus! mom was quite pissed off with me cos everything was arranged already and could not be changed, and i was gonna delay the curtains for the rest of the house due to my failure. me, being the lazy pig i was, only asked my dad if he could fetch me to the driving centre for my driving lesson 10 mins before lesson started (it takes me 10 mins+ to get there) and cos my dad wanted to bring over some stuff to the new house, we only left house at 12.45pm, the time my lesson was supposed to start. okay here comes the thankful part (thank god!) cos i was running late, i msged my instructor to tell him i was still at home and was going to be late. and he replied "huh? ur lesson is at 4plus" then i went to check my organiser.. no leh is 12.45pm mah, written there on tuesday. tuesday --&gt; 10th march. we are collecting results on 6th march. and i havent collected my results yet, still dreading the day, which means its not 6th march yet, implying that it cannot be 10th march. ARGHHHH. YOU RETARD!! (i was screaming at myself, not out loud of course)&lt;br /&gt;i turned round sheepishly to face my dad and told him my lesson was at 4plus not 12plus. heng ah. heng i was lazy and asked my dad to fetch me at the eleventh hour. heng my dad wanted to bring stuff over to the new place and was so slow and i was almost late. heng cos i late i msged my instructor. heng my instructor replied right away and told me my lesson was at 4 plus.  heng i checked my organiser again and realised my stupid mistake. so in the end i made it to the new place in time to meet the curtain man! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, this proves that i can still mix up my appointments with an organiser. and by saying with an organiser, i dont mean literally just owning an organiser and not using it but writing my scheduled plans down and referring to it. sighs. +shakes head in disappointment+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thank god again. everything went well in the end. i was saved from a round of lecturing. imagine if i was a good student and reached there before class started, dad on his way to upper thompson while i was stuck in ubi, too ashamed to call my parents to admit my mistake.. i dont even wanna think of the possibilities. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i did parallel parking today! =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-4967524122289730481?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4967524122289730481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-organised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/4967524122289730481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/4967524122289730481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-organised.html' title='get organised'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-3128054616249534625</id><published>2009-03-03T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:45:53.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrical jazz</title><content type='html'>went for lyrical jazz with jane yesterday. class was at 8pm, but we were at cityhall at 6pm to practise and dance for fun- at the place near esplanade where the bboys are usually spotted? there were people rollerblading too, never noticed until yesterday. its quite odd to see people rollerblading indoors, underground.. and at the start i was feeling all self conscious cos &lt;br /&gt;1. people walking by could see us dancing&lt;br /&gt;2. i could not see myself nor check my lines as there were no mirrors&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stress how large a part of a dancer's life mirrors are, non dancers probably will not understand. or maybe you could. just imagine u just wolfed a plate of squid ink pasta, and right away you are headed for a party where you gotta smile at everyone, yet you dont have a mirror to make sure you don't look like someone featured in an anti-smoking campaign ad.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, we got used to it, and boy was it fun! =D =D shall consider doing that more often! my only gripe is the lack of air conditioning, and the floor was a little dirty. the huge open space was extremely inviting though! somewhere u can do a few grand jetes and still not need to stop-amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a less positive note, its quite saddening that i absolute cannot survive ryan's crunches. why!! just 4 sets. i can only do 1! after weekly pilates classes!! haha! its crazy luh, slow slow i still can, but after the speed picks up its damn laokui cos when i finally muster enough strength to lift myself off the floor, everyone's down already. so i'm half a crunch late. multiply that by two and im one full crunch late.. what pathetic abs! (or rather, lack of abs) =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was good though, steps were easier than the wild horses piece. its feels better to have more manageable steps, so i can worry less about getting it and put more effort into dancing the choreography out and feeling the music and steps. lyrical jazz is wonderful! alot of technique overlaps with what i learnt in ballet, but ballet was really restrictive, especially RAD style. lyrical jazz, on the other hand.. its okay or even good at times to look freaking contorted. =D and hair flinging. i love hair flinging! hahaha! i rmb when i first joined vj dance (we did contemp) i had so much difficulty dancing without my hair bunned up, it throws me off balance esp since my hair is so long. but now, i love dancing with my hair down-feels damn good for the hair to be all over the place! i still cant dance with a ponytail, i find it distracting.. but i dont intend to work on that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan's choreo is amazing as well! cant wait for friday! i switched from anan's hiphop to ryan's mtv groove. not that anan isn't good, but hiphop just doesnt really suit me. the whole boyish yoyo thing.. mtv groove looked kinda like street jazz to me. lyrical JAZZ. street JAZZ. jazz is such a broad genre of dance! in the past i used to relate jazz to music all the time. the kind that puts people to sleep.. (yes yes i know im not being diplomatic, but it does have a lullaby effect on me) and when people asked about for my email address, they naturally assumed i like listening to jazz music. i shall now, for the first time, confess that i never enjoyed jazz music. i only included the word jazz cos i thought it sounded cool. HEH. sounds stupid, but i can admit now since that was a long long time ago. =D but now, JAZZ. its a beautiful word for something i love doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-3128054616249534625?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3128054616249534625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrical-jazz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3128054616249534625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3128054616249534625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrical-jazz.html' title='lyrical jazz'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-3976971880806286671</id><published>2009-03-03T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:19:03.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first job!</title><content type='html'>my first job stint +drumroll+&lt;br /&gt;tadah!! working at the natas fair! (travel fair at singapore expo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three days crept by.. really! time flies when im in school, but trust me when you're stuck with almost nothing to do, three days is an awfully long period. but hey, i'm getting paid for it so =) anyway. oh wait- i dont know how much im actually gonna be paid, until i do get my first paycheque at the end of this week. oh please please let it be good! i deserve it ok! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a temporary staff i wasnt that bad! a couple approached me to book a tour to uzbekistan, and i stupidly referred them to a permanent staff, assuming temp staff cant do booking. shit. if only i knew i could, and i would earn commission. =( and another perm staff (whom i found out later was known was the SHARK) stole my other customer who wanted to book a tour to japan. still, its fine.. im a nice girl, even if im not rewarded its okay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb being shocked when i first arrived at expo to report for duty- i wasnt expecting the queue to be SOOO long! but when i went in, not that many ppl were at the fair. or at least, it didnt feel that way, cos i was super free and there were few customers to tend to. my job was basically to sit at a booth and respond to enquiries. it wasn't too difficult, mainly because most singaporeans are shy and kiasu. they dont like to trouble sales staff, usually either looking away or signalling that they dont need any help and they're just browsing, and they want to take every single piece of paper they see. and since AIG and some other companies were giving out free bags, they can conveniently walk down the booths, grab everything in sight and shove it into the huge totes, satisfied. then, there are those who go up to the counter and enquire "got any free gift anot HAR?", to which i hold out a free fan that my company had prepared, generously responding "yes yes sure! take take take!" the customer will then happily take it, but pause for a moment before gazing at the pile of fans on the table, asking again "can take two?" before i can respond, the customer usually adds on, explaining "i take one more for my friend lah, my friend also want one" by then, i would have been already on my way to hand out another lousy fan to the customer (who isn't, in fact, strictly a customer but a passerby since he did not buy any travel package from us) note that the fan isn't passed on to the so-called friend, but stuffed into the free bag as well, with the rest of the tour itineraries they picked up along the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighted too, are those who appear every half an hour or so. noted since morning when the fair has started, they pay $3 to get in, and go around collecting free postcards and other freebies. this category of people are worse than those stated above, because they collect many ROUNDS of freebies. they think that after half an hour, since so many people walk by, people like me wouldn't notice they were here before. but of course, me being so free, they stood out like yaoming did at the olympics. every half an hour, i see them opposite me, stopping by the malta booth, with a curious expression on their faces as if they were seeing the beautiful postcards and brochures for the first time. then they would carefully take one of each, and a few more of the nicer ones, and shove them into the free bags. (yes the huge totes again) and yes! every half an hour their memory is erased, and they marvel upon the same postcards with the same curiosity and fascination before reaching out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there are the ones who seem (to me) to make a statement at the travel fair. I AM WELL TRAVELLED! they are usually (but not restricted to) chinese aunties in their 40s and up. an indian man came up to the counter i was at (i was at the booth for middle east and north korea) he glanced quickly at the middle east section, then slammed his right hand over 3 or 4 itineraries (mostly jordan, syria lebanon etc) and exclaimed "been here! been here! been here!" proudly, as though he was a conqueror of those lands. +rolls eyes+ i sweetly replied "what about uzbekistan?", to which he responded "uhh.. i have been thinking of going there, but.." i interrupted with "what about north korea? north korea is interesting.." he mumbled something i could not make out, then left. absolutely retarded if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i only met shandy (who was working as well) and sufiyan (who was nearby for a bike thing and dropped by with his friend to look see look see) at work. but i made new friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes ppl. jeju island is NOT in north korea. i repeat: jeju island is NOT in north korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-3976971880806286671?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3976971880806286671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3976971880806286671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3976971880806286671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-job.html' title='my first job!'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-7952980282383910197</id><published>2009-02-10T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:11:44.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye candy</title><content type='html'>just spent almost my entire day on funshion watching movies. just done with cheaper by the dozen. TOM WELLING!! +aahhhh+ i shall share with you the rest of them eyecandy. yes yes. and there's a girl list too (ironically its a longer list) for all you hot blooded males out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chace crawford (sexiest man alive, in my opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/movies/events/g/GQ_men_of_the_year/78278171_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/movies/events/g/GQ_men_of_the_year/78278171_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom welling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Profiles/20061006/244.welling.tom.100506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 327px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Profiles/20061006/244.welling.tom.100506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh duhamel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/localguide/outeast/blog/jd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 411px;" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/localguide/outeast/blog/jd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freddie ljungberg (ck ads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/10_01/LjungbergKleinFILER_468x645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 645px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/10_01/LjungbergKleinFILER_468x645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed westwick (candid shots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbnails.cbsig.net/CBS_Production_TheCW/CBS_Production_TheCW/2008/04/22/Primetime/Gossip_Girl/686/920/gg_int_ed-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://thumbnails.cbsig.net/CBS_Production_TheCW/CBS_Production_TheCW/2008/04/22/Primetime/Gossip_Girl/686/920/gg_int_ed-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george clooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r223/gldy08/GeorgeClooney-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 521px; height: 800px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r223/gldy08/GeorgeClooney-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEMALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; most of the vs models. a few of my favourites!&lt;br /&gt;izabel goulart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/izabel-goulart/pictures/izabel-goulart-picture-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/izabel-goulart/pictures/izabel-goulart-picture-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alessandra ambrosio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/alessandra-ambrosio/pictures/alessandra-ambrosio-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/alessandra-ambrosio/pictures/alessandra-ambrosio-picture-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selita ebanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://netspiderads3.indiatimes.com/photo.cms?photoid=2565674"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://netspiderads3.indiatimes.com/photo.cms?photoid=2565674" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotness in unison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/744790619_f4b2d5d774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 407px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/744790619_f4b2d5d774.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vivi models!! =D &lt;br /&gt;lena fuji (though her moles are distracting at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/Kimcci5/Lena_Fujii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 407px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/Kimcci5/Lena_Fujii.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun hasegawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/5898/hasegawalob5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 460px;" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/5898/hasegawalob5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristin kreuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://medias.ados.fr/medias-factory/m/mediabox/media/8/2/4/58428/58428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 527px;" src="http://medias.ados.fr/medias-factory/m/mediabox/media/8/2/4/58428/58428.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlize theron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegossipqueen.today.com/files/2008/09/charlize-theron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://thegossipqueen.today.com/files/2008/09/charlize-theron.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lindsay lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/Lindsay_Lohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 451px;" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/Lindsay_Lohan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah dizon (when she doesnt look slutty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetmini.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/leah-dizon01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 541px; height: 435px;" src="http://sweetmini.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/leah-dizon01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liv tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anthonyparker.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/liv-tyler-20080530012417851_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 480px;" src="http://anthonyparker.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/liv-tyler-20080530012417851_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexis bledel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/alexis-bledel/alexis-bledel-20060904-158401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 500px;" src="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/alexis-bledel/alexis-bledel-20060904-158401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anne hathaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2008/10/anne-hathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2008/10/anne-hathaway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catherine zeta jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.hollywoodgrind.com:9000/images/2006/9/catherine-zeta-jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 609px;" src="http://images.hollywoodgrind.com:9000/images/2006/9/catherine-zeta-jones.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7952980282383910197?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7952980282383910197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7952980282383910197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7952980282383910197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/eye-candy.html' title='eye candy'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/744790619_f4b2d5d774_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-2694912730702950852</id><published>2009-02-05T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:20:29.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you are fat when..</title><content type='html'>1 there is no clear depression above the collarbone&lt;br /&gt;2. your stomach forms big lumps instead of little folds when u sit down&lt;br /&gt;3. your feet are about 15 t0 20 cm apart and u can still feel your thighs touching&lt;br /&gt;4. you feel resistance when tilting your chin towards your chest, or worse still double chin appears&lt;br /&gt;5. you cannot find your hipbones, even when you're lying down&lt;br /&gt;6. when you clench and unclench your fists, you can barely make out the bones that extend from the knucles to the wrist&lt;br /&gt;7. cheek fats pop out when you're smiling&lt;br /&gt;8. your arm changes in shape (becomes wider) when you press your elbows closer to your body&lt;br /&gt;9. bat wings appear when you wear tight tube tops&lt;br /&gt;10. people try to convince you have heavy bones&lt;br /&gt;11. you never feel cold due to natural insulation&lt;br /&gt;12. you bend over, you need to drive your finger deep towards the belly before u finally reach something hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-2694912730702950852?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2694912730702950852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-you-are-fat-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/2694912730702950852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/2694912730702950852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-you-are-fat-when.html' title='you know you are fat when..'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-7635080267773990289</id><published>2009-02-02T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:51:22.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>salsa!</title><content type='html'>today i had watched alls well ends well AND the wedding game with soongteng! =D we wanted to watch the latter, but got the wrong tix, so we had to finish the first before heading on to the local production. guess what? singapore made film was better! tsk tsk. can't believe sherman (my bro) HIGHLY recommended the hongkong show, saying it was super funny. +rolls eyes+ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fann wong looks haggard, always thought her as pretty. of course, she still looks way way younger than her real age, but probably cos she's too thin, her face now looks gaunt and sallow, and cos she has so much makeup on, it seems she is trying too hard.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for dance class today and the teacher wasnt there!! in the end i joined the salsa class as an open class. i was told it was their 8th lesson but i still caught up easily. hahaha! +smug laughter+ was quite fun la, but no half hour of conditioning --&gt; not much exercise today. and i ate rubbish today, apple crepe, creamcheese obanyaki, cookie samples from bengawan solo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's the worst part of gaining weight? having ur mom breathe down ur throat everyday, telling you you're fat fat fat. arghhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7635080267773990289?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7635080267773990289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7635080267773990289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7635080267773990289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa.html' title='salsa!'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-9156163307693623806</id><published>2009-01-30T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:22:13.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent today and yesterday reading the twilight saga. =D =D =D yay! i managed to devour books 2 3 and 4 within the two days. its wonderful, way better to read it than to watch the movie. its overly sappy, watching twilight onscreen. but reading it was another experience altogether. i could almost feel myself start to enjoy thinking of edward cullen. yes i know i know +rolls eyes+ just when i was complaining about giggling and gushing girls not too long ago.. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why it appealed though. maybe the love between bella and edward, how serious and committed other they were, never doubting their deep ardent love for each other. its something that seems rather unattainable in reaoity, or maybe it only applies to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for hiphop lessons today! missed last week's class cos i was out with my mom having a really bad time trying to celebrate my BIRTHDAY. managed to catch up with the choreo, but i still get the flingy seaweed arms thing. sighhhh. ah but i saw something amusing. there were two girls present (buddies, clearly, each drowned in an overly large white teeshirt with "OSCHOOL" emblazoned across it the chest. seriously. the hem of their shirt was past their knees. looked more like an attempt to dress up as casper for halloween than hihphop getup. HAHA. how mean of me. (but its the truth!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright. im sleepy enough as it is. =D nitey nite darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-9156163307693623806?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9156163307693623806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/spent-today-and-yesterday-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/9156163307693623806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/9156163307693623806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/spent-today-and-yesterday-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-3903837915865426092</id><published>2009-01-25T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:03:30.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a couple of bad days and mom's still treating me coldly. cos i told her i was bored. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? ugh. but okay, chinese new year's 20 mins away. i must not bear grudges. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, had consecutive good meals, which only comes round once in a while, such as now. so even though my birthday kinda sucked, at least i had a few good meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good meals so far:&lt;br /&gt;fabbrica with kennyken and jewel. italian.&lt;br /&gt;prego with parents. italian.&lt;br /&gt;spaggedies with kj normen david randall suyee joey. italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. and my wonderful birthday (5 slices of) cake(s)! we had it at canele. highly recommended okay must go canele to eat cake! cos cake is SINFUL and FATTENING. wont wanna waste calories eating cake that isnt superbly delicious right?? so even if its slightly more expensive, its worth it. and its not too bad really, the most expensive slice we had was 8.50 per slice, gst etc excluded. but yes, the point is that if ur gonna eat sth fattening must make sure its damn nice to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went out to play pool! =) I HAVE IMPROVED! tremendously! +bows to my two shifus+ though i lost to suyee, under the guidance of normen and joey. HAHA. but nvm i got more skill. HAHAHA. shh shh shhhhhh. (jk ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch midnight movie aft that, with david and kj. inkheart was ... heh but i was the one who wanted to watch it, so sorry guys. +apologetic smile+ amusing to see them trying to stay awake though. =D maybe we should have gone clubbing and joined gomez and his friends! but guy to girl ratio was unfavourable to the guys, so as a loving friend must consider their welfare la huh. and kj's random yes or no application helped us make our final decision! therefore it isnt my fault, really. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt we went to marina bay (again). sang to kj's ipod and chatted while gazing out into the bay. fullerton's really pretty esp at night, and there werent any stars at all. david was mostly asleep. and kj fell asleep too at the end. his powernap became a deep sleep and we had problems trying to wake him up. its a nice place to hang out for free at night though, marina bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes thanks to everyone for the presents! =D =D =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to normen's house tmr "rmb to wear red and bring oranges!!" ahahhaa! red it shall be. hope i don forget the mandarins. fun fun! hope we get to play games other than blackjack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-3903837915865426092?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3903837915865426092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-couple-of-bad-days-and-moms-still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/3903837915865426092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-5410264195567784773</id><published>2009-01-20T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:55:31.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>night swimming</title><content type='html'>just after i made my promise to keith, i broke it last night. i could almost feel myself burn. ended up sleeping at 5am. so i got up only at 3pm this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, at least i managed to exercise today. went swimmng aft a light dinner. got into the pool at 7.50 and swam till 9.20. 40 laps, super slowly. =D yayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming at night feels amazing. the stillness of the night, emptiness of the pool.. i could hear each stroke i made in the pool, comforting swishes. and the effect of the spotlights shining onto the pool, which was refracted onto the floor of the pool. it almost seemed as if i was swimming in an ethereal pool of crystals and sapphire. checked the sky. i counted 5 stars, one of which was especially bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lots of time to think. it was a good time to think through things. still, after 90 minutes of calmness, i did not find answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-5410264195567784773?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5410264195567784773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5410264195567784773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5410264195567784773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-swimming.html' title='night swimming'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-755682836484671210</id><published>2009-01-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:24:18.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indancity concert</title><content type='html'>went for smu contemp dance concert with jane last night! for once i was not wearing a dress or skirt. haha! yayy. it was great to meet up again, just realised how easy it is for close friends to be able to pick up from wherever we left off easily without awkwardness. Haven't seen jane and zhihao for sooooo long! jane looked super hot last night. but hehe. im a girl, so i shant continue. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first dance item was a typical artsy weird emo modern contemp kinda dance that i didn't understand, and the second was quite a turn off. fortunately it started to pick up from just before the intermission. Impressive choreography on the whole (excluding the first two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tcc for food and drinks after and even with their parents around i was completely at ease. sleepy now, only caught an hour of sleep last night. shall go sleep. =D loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-755682836484671210?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/755682836484671210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/indancity-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/755682836484671210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/755682836484671210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/indancity-concert.html' title='indancity concert'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-752796806055016319</id><published>2009-01-17T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:46:01.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day at ssc (and dhs)</title><content type='html'>went to ssc with normen and david for a sports-filled day! started off with badminton, which i totally suck at. we took turns, and both of them were quite accomodating, fang4 shui3 so i din feel as lousy. while they were playing with each other i was reading the book twilight-now that i'm revisiting the story through the book, the movie seems alot more enjoyable than when i watched it previously. oh yes! and i saw a guy swimming in the pool below (i was seated outisde the badminton courts on the 2nd storey)-saw him often at ssc library pre A's. hee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt we popped by dhs and i ate my ke3 lian2 auntie rice. =) =) =) nostalgic! made me happy haha, esp her beansprout. and the nice gravyy. there, we met kenny quek. and he wanted to join us for our swimming plans. O.O OMG. bad enough that i was hesitant about swimming with two guys in skimpy swimsuit and bad figure. add one more.. haii. so anyway we d n and me went back to ssc aft dhs sch tour for table tennis, while k went home to change. HAHA. IM THE QUEEN. though my table tennis skills quite sucky since i only trained for 3 years,HEH. good enough for me to remain at the tt table while the 3 of them took turns trying to win me. =D so no one got to 7 points before i did, and no one could take my swimming pool corner! (initial plans were for us to enter the pool from different corners since all of us are shortsighted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, in the end we went into the pool from the same corner. TSK. but its alright, cos i made them turn around and face a wall while i quickly tore the towel away and jumped into the pool. at least all three were wearing swimming trunks, which was equally revealing. hehh. but all very fit la, so no cause for concern. HAIYO. normen was like "my stomach got fats" where got lohhh. kenny and david also loh.. so in the end i was still in the worst position la. hmm oh well maybe not cos i got to see three guys in swimming trunks. ahh. whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft swimming we went for pool! pool fusion, opposite NAFA. EXPENSIVEEEEE. only played for about an hour, but had to pay 4 bucks each --&gt; 16 in total. but its alright la haha cos it was quite fun. i made a marked improvement thanks to my master david! (im the disciple, not the servant) wait for the rest to book out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much what happened that day. a few days ago. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-752796806055016319?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/752796806055016319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-at-ssc-and-dhs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/752796806055016319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/752796806055016319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-at-ssc-and-dhs.html' title='day at ssc (and dhs)'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-1290808393534757599</id><published>2009-01-10T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:02:29.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much has happened the past few days. sent randall and kj to tekong, went for my first hiphop class at oschool with jiaqian and some other ppl, went to aunt ginny's church service, discovered the honey and clover mystery (more to find out), bouts with normen.. the last two has made my brain especially tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just not care too much, and take things as they are. then i would be happier and more at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times the desire comes again, to love and to be loved, for someone to watch out for me. does it have anything to do with age? or is it a feeling that is common to people of all ages? i don't know. but each year as i step away from the nightmare, it starts to seem like a sweet dream again. still, after much consideration, it just isn't worth it. at least, not at the moment. so i'm gonna continue waiting. after all, it's better to find the right bed first so i can sleep really really well and never get up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-1290808393534757599?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1290808393534757599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-has-happened-past-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1290808393534757599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/1290808393534757599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-has-happened-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-434156402434869680</id><published>2009-01-08T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:14:20.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>night out (again)</title><content type='html'>went to rebel again with the guys. this time i was the ONLY girl cos the rest couldn't make it. and my dd ss analysis din really work this time, cos only 1 girl. very lonely one okay. =( suyee and june!! =( =( =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normen and kj were DRUNK till -.-|| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXIFAZU4EI/AAAAAAAAABM/vk8X1Tl31Zo/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXIFAZU4EI/AAAAAAAAABM/vk8X1Tl31Zo/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288853325747642434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey drank alot too but he was sober. according to him he was only half sober. but he seemed pretty normal as compared to the other two. here's us! the sober group! yongtat was part of the super sober david, randall, lorna group- but he had to leave at 2am. =( haha. so sorry! no you here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXI8g0p9II/AAAAAAAAABU/XIsM4cB8wUw/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXI8g0p9II/AAAAAAAAABU/XIsM4cB8wUw/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854279345009794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the two of them, totally wasted, weren't even allowed back into rebel. they were told that the club was CLOSING. hahahhaha! and the rest of us went back in to dance without them. half the fun came from watching them spout nonsense "dabid!", watching them look at everyone with an eye closed trying to rid themselves of their double vision, watching normen slap kj asking him to wake up.. the list goes on. definitely a fun night out. =( sobs im so gonna miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i just noticed that kj's contacts really made his eyes a piercing blue. reminded me of the blue ring in honey and clover-the jap show (by kj's strong recommendation) that put me to sleep twice in 5 episodes. random.. okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally on the mrt back home, kj was still squatting by the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXOW4OR-LI/AAAAAAAAABc/cjG-hDzD51Q/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXOW4OR-LI/AAAAAAAAABc/cjG-hDzD51Q/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288860229861243058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy. he was whining desperately "i'm gg armyyy!!!" "i'm gg to be botak!!!" all commuters turned to look at him. as funny and cute i thought that was, i couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. HAHA. but you're forgiven kejing, since it is such an important last night and you're going to be exiled to BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the last photo for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXQGVnA_SI/AAAAAAAAABk/cFqRIic-M7M/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXQGVnA_SI/AAAAAAAAABk/cFqRIic-M7M/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288862144715095330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. and randall still doesn't know i took it, everyone on the mrt was looking at me with my camera right infront of him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain doesnt seem to be working well this hour. don't know where to start, nor where to end. i shall end here then. hahaha. and must say something mushy again before i leave! never expected it to happen, and im pretty amazed to have found close friends in you guys. must say la. sickening kj ytd was giving his touching piece to everyone there. haii so sad i was the odd one out- adding on to being the only girl. =( okok i go emo now. byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-434156402434869680?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/434156402434869680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-out-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/434156402434869680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/434156402434869680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-out-again.html' title='night out (again)'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SWXIFAZU4EI/AAAAAAAAABM/vk8X1Tl31Zo/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-2965539836427054088</id><published>2009-01-05T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:08:55.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whirl</title><content type='html'>for a long long time i have kept silent. finally i speak up and now i'm wondering if i regret it. have no idea what i'm thinking. discussed it with june but we don't know what i want either. whatever the case, i doubt things will work out in the end. the more i think about it, the more selfish i seem. but it's meant to be like that, we want the best for ourselves. or is it? i don't want to be unfair to anyone, nor do i want to morph into a person i have told myself to despise. maybe if i had kept everything to myself and shut up, i won't be worrying so much now. she asks if i feel. i have grown numb. does the problem lie with me then? sheesh. my mind is like a washing machine now. the kind that as a child i was fond of watching- the clothes swirling in it, doing their own little dances. right now im kinda drowning in the water and soap though. rarh. hit the stop button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-2965539836427054088?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2965539836427054088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/2965539836427054088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/2965539836427054088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirl.html' title='whirl'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-8250992277382374634</id><published>2009-01-04T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:20:07.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 days to my 19th birthday!</title><content type='html'>received my first birthday present for this year today-from tommy. =D it was a pleasant surprise. one hillsong cd (yay!), another cd compassionart, a musicbox and a notebook! yayy again! and he reminded me that its 19 days to my 19th birthday! how cool. the present is abit early cos he will be exiled in training in goodness knows where for 3 weeks and will only be back on the 24th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprise no. 2. he invited me to his commissioning ball. i was like o.0 what is that?? so anyway, yup i agreed and im supposed to dress FORMALLY. 28 march is quite awhile from now, though so no worries. but i still havent fully recovered from the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my birthday is approaching in 19 days.. maybe i can start fantasising about what presents i would want to receive! =D =D =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a sewing machine and to learn how to use it to make clothes! jenny humphrey no2, always thought it would be cool if i could make my own clothes cos then it'd be one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. oh nooo.. i seem to be stuck at only one. rarhhhh. okay i'll update when i think of more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems i am pretty contented materialistically, if im allowed to put it this way. cos i cant think of anything i want badly - that can be bought with money. hmm hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and i went to giant at parkway parade today with mommy and sherman after we had our dinner. under the cereal section, i spotted the signs "kiddy cereals" and "adult cereals". hahaha! so cute! i was tempted to buy more cereal but didnt cos there's still some left and i bought so many cans of tuna i'll probably be having tuna sandwiches for breakfast after i finish my cereal. and i bought my favourite daisy hilo milk! yayy! was so excited i immediately poured a cup of milk and added cereal to it and started eating as soon as i got home and put down my bag. SATISFYING, oddly. more so than dinner itself. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent worn ANY makeup since the countdown. which was on wednesday. (took me super long to recall) 4 days alr. =D =D =D =D one smile for each day. i rmb when i was younger i told myself i wouldnt wear makeup cos i would be ugly without it if i keep putting on makeup. and see nowww. =( everytime go out also put. even though its only a little, that means when im makeupless i will be a little uglier. and if i don put makeupless is my usual look, then maybe when i wear makeup i will look prettier! =D yay! i have decided not to wear makeup tmr too! that would be like a 5 day long makeup-fast. its a cleansing ritual. oh yes and its probably good for my skin too. yes. my poor poor skinnnn. what's happening!! initially flawless okay. sobs. forunately its clearing up alr, please let it be Alvl stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must look for sth to do tmr!! ive been stuck infront of the computer for the past few days. how pathetic. =( i shall go look for sth to keep me entertained now! byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-8250992277382374634?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8250992277382374634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/19-days-to-my-19th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8250992277382374634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8250992277382374634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/19-days-to-my-19th-birthday.html' title='19 days to my 19th birthday!'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-35756257926235581</id><published>2009-01-03T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:34:26.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>demand and supply of girls</title><content type='html'>they wanna go clubbing again on tuesday before enlisting. and kejing invited his one-year-older-jesseca-liu-lookalike to come along. "enough alr okay don invite so many girls!" i told him. if not i will depreciate in value. rusty economics gears started to spin in my head. since im bored today i shall share the analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us assume that each girl is identical in desirability. for a more realistic analysis, let us assume that the girls that are being considered in the analysis are desired la okay. this is because guys will only ask out ppl they want to be around.&lt;br /&gt;this may be due to looks, personality etc etc. which is not the point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9VT5H7p2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tDR_zCZnAms/s1600-h/Sseqm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9VT5H7p2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tDR_zCZnAms/s320/Sseqm.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287038287796217698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the first diagram. ppl who know econs, i don have to explain the whole diagram do i? as we can see, consumer and producer welfare is maximised and there is no deadweight loss at the equilibrium price and quantity. Consumer surplus refers to the welfare and happiness of the guys. Producer surplus refers to the welfare and happiness of the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9X3rD7jOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mF8X_AOd72Q/s1600-h/Ss1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9X3rD7jOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mF8X_AOd72Q/s320/Ss1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287041101519883490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the second diagram. when supply of girls shifts leftwards from Ss eqm to Ss1, we see that consumer surplus (guys welfare and happiness) reduces dramatically to the pathetic bit of pink triangle. Producer surplus (girls happiness), on the other hand, is increased to that rectangle over there. There is a dead weight loss as shown by the shaded region due to a shortage of girls by Q1Qeqm. In other words, there is excess demand of girls by guys by Q1Qeqm. Also, the price of girls, which is also their value, increases to P1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, the two impt things are that:&lt;br /&gt;1. value of girls increases from Peqm to P1&lt;br /&gt;2. Girls are happier while guys are less happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9YiMaJQxI/AAAAAAAAABE/bO7qWUjiWqo/s1600-h/Ss2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9YiMaJQxI/AAAAAAAAABE/bO7qWUjiWqo/s320/Ss2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287041832025932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the third diagram. when supply of girls shifts rightwards from Sseqm to Ss2, we see that consumer surplus (guys happiness) increases, while producer surplus (girls happiness) is now reduced. There is again a dead weight loss represented by the shaded region, and is this time caused by an excess supply of girls relative to guys by QeqmQ2. Also, the value of girls fall from Peqm to P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, the two impt things are that:&lt;br /&gt;1. value of girls falls from Peqm to P2&lt;br /&gt;2. Girls are less happy while guys are happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and we must assume ceteris paribus. This is because my dear brother pointed out a flaw in my analysis. Girls tend to bunch together when there are too many of them, leaving guys all alone. So it will not be logical anymore that guys welfare increases. Hmm. very intersting. On the other hand, it may not necessarily apply because from observation, such behaviour usually occurs for girls aged 16 and under. Which doesn't apply in my case, since i'm 18 going on 19. So dear brother, hehh. Unfortunately this might not be very accurate for you beacause you're only 15 going on 16. And even if the girls you go out with are my age, i doubt they would take much interest in you. =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~ how much i miss econs. my darlinggg. oh yes and i demand my producer surplus! hahahhaa what a jealous bitch im being. rarhh. cant help it. female instincts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-35756257926235581?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/35756257926235581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-wanna-go-clubbing-again-on-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/35756257926235581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/35756257926235581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-wanna-go-clubbing-again-on-tuesday.html' title='demand and supply of girls'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SV9VT5H7p2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tDR_zCZnAms/s72-c/Sseqm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-2405612626045506713</id><published>2009-01-02T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:36:30.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolutions</title><content type='html'>finally time. im one or two days late though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lose weight&lt;br /&gt; stupid thing! hahaha. this one is forever on the top of my list and it hasnt gone away yet!! rarhh. *kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inner peace&lt;br /&gt;  this one struck me during service that day. i realised i can never find peace within cos i always find things about myself that i absolutely hate and cannot accept. don really noe how to go about making things better though. for the moment i will just, pray.. then see how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace with others&lt;br /&gt;  i hope with this year i can start treating everyone properly and not act weirdly, which sometimes i tend to do. haha! why huhhh. i also don noe. and i hope i wont be tied down by past unhappiness and let it affect the way i handle people. yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. closer walk with God&lt;br /&gt;  need to work on it. daily devotions for a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a fruitful and meaningful break before uni&lt;br /&gt;  so far my hols has been spectacular fun. =D whee. but that aside i wanna squeeze more than just fun out of my carefree days before uni slams in! volunteering, maybe. or finding a job, esp aft everyone (normen last) is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far that's about it.. 2008 has been a great year, despite the stress i felt over alot of issues. esp since the last few hours of 2008 were one of the most fun hours of my life. got to find true friends in s36 (as compared to when i was in j1 and all i did was hate my new ct and hang out with the dancers), dance, spend time with my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 2009 be even better! =D =D more than half a year i will be free. that sounds sooooooo pleasant to my ears! =D ill be looking forward to being able to drive! yay yay yayy! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note, ive been thinking alot after the whole saga. if its true that this person i sincerely love and treat as a close bud can intentionally do such a thing, i fear to think who i can trust and who i cannot. sometimes its better to just not be so sincere. then whatever happens at least i wouldn't feel as.. cant even find the word. hurt? cheated? don noe. okay bad. its a negative thing though i cant exactly hit the nail on the head. and am i supposed to just ignore it like it doesnt matter? am i supposed to look at you and pretend i see you in the same light? hmmm.. okay my answer is yes. even if that makes me a pretender. and in the meantime i will do my best to forgive and forget. cos after all thats what friends do for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. after some rambling i feel the love coming back to me.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-2405612626045506713?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2405612626045506713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/2405612626045506713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/2405612626045506713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='new year resolutions'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-4227167966437800543</id><published>2009-01-01T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:21:13.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that if that door was shut another would appear before me.&lt;br /&gt;but life isn't that simple.&lt;br /&gt;so many doors and one choice.&lt;br /&gt;how will i know what lies behind them?&lt;br /&gt;what if its another craphole?&lt;br /&gt;so i'd rather just stay here in this empty room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-4227167966437800543?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4227167966437800543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-shut-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/4227167966437800543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/4227167966437800543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-shut-door.html' title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-7356952804381668663</id><published>2009-01-01T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:49:41.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown at rebel</title><content type='html'>went to watch yesman with kejing and normen. we had to walk from cityhall to suntec and suntec back to city hall! and i was wearing heels. the worst part was my eye became swollen cos i was so sweaty and warm from walking around.. and i had to cover my left eye (particularly swollen) with my hand. RARHH. why today!! =( =( so sickening laaa. at least it helped that the two of them were being nice about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initial plans to go to butterfactory was dashed when, upon walking from clarke quay to BF we were told we were underaged. so we headed back to clarke quay in search of another club. by then my feet were really killing me already. in the end we settled for rebel, which was the first club we found that we could enter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i held reservations before post prom, and after post prom i decided that clubbing sucks. a few days after post prom i kinda missed the dancing. and after this night at rebel, i actually think clubbing is enjoyable. maybe i was with a group of trustworthy friends so i was surrounded by them the whole time and the vibe was alot alot better than post prom where there were alot of disgusting ppl around. even then, when we were seated the ppl around us did seem nicer and less horny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon request i have deleted the rest. =) but all was fun. bye people. happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7356952804381668663?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7356952804381668663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-at-rebel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7356952804381668663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7356952804381668663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-at-rebel.html' title='countdown at rebel'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-5321299703771610512</id><published>2008-12-30T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:41:27.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother goose</title><content type='html'>today i wanted to go to cali. decided i should go earlier and head to far east plaza first. not knowing where far east plaza is, i got off the mrt at somerset. from there i walked past centrepoint and realised it was the end of orchard. wrong. walk in opposite direction until i was past hilton hotel. the other end of orchard. still wrong! alamak. walk back again maybe i missed it! (and latina flava was starting at 5.20pm) i had already walked for 45 minutes when i finally reached heeren so i took a rest there. tsk. at least i found out that there's a subway at heeren! next time don need go cineleisure alr, always so crowded.. aft gym i went to far east plaza with the kind help of instructions from a malay couple. =D and i bought a dress and accessories. yay! =D its been quite awhile since i bought clothes/accessories. so yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft a few weeks of being rather normal i did it again today. though there wasnt alot la. but er yeah. i don noe what to say, like how to describe my feelings on the matter. part relief and part regret? sigh. nvm. i felt better after that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im very tired now aft all the walking and waking up early to go for yoga with mom and dad! i shall go sleep now.. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-5321299703771610512?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5321299703771610512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-goose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5321299703771610512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5321299703771610512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-goose.html' title='mother goose'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-8058410242376933054</id><published>2008-12-29T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:36:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>i felt warm it was getting a little uncomfortable. but i didnt wanna wake up! so i tossed and turned for a little while more before i finally popped my head from under my blanket, getting up to check what time it was. i sat up groggily and walked towards my handphone. 3.52! "what???!!" 3.52am is it? it cannot be! i could see the rays of the sun filtering through my bedroom curtains! and i slept at 3am.. maybe mom is trying to trick me into thinking my body clock is so screwed so as to prevent me from sleeping in the wee hours in the morning again. i opened my bedroom door and creeped out to the living room. clock on the wall tallied with my handphone. hmmmm.. then i continued to tiptoe to my parents bedroom. no one! then the kitchen. still no one! but there lay a claypot of rice. and vegetables. must be lunch! okay eat first think about the time later.. starving alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft eating and yati came home i discovered that it was really close to 4pm and i had slept 13 hours. o.o omg. and right now is 2am, and im still wearing the same pyjamas i wore last night. i shall go bathe later when my nails are 100% dry. or the nail polish, rather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D =D i spent two hours on my nails. i like it, cos its the result of my effort and time, and not because it looks really nice cos i think the manicurist does a way way better job than me. haha! still, my nails are pink and white now. bumbotic! hahaha but i like. =D pardon the little bits of nail polish here and there on my fingers where it shouldnt be. i had trouble painting so many fingers, esp when i was using my left hand to do it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVkW0ZD_LbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h1kgbnV3XOc/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVkW0ZD_LbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h1kgbnV3XOc/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285280727032606130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVkWdYnAa-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HbNjq7lJi4U/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVkWdYnAa-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HbNjq7lJi4U/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285280331774061538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-8058410242376933054?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8058410242376933054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepyhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8058410242376933054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/8058410242376933054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepyhead.html' title='sleepyhead'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVkW0ZD_LbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h1kgbnV3XOc/s72-c/IMG_1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-7394519276318766738</id><published>2008-12-27T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:08:37.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;back from sunday service at church and lunch at waraku with mom =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch reminded me of one of my favourite dishes- miso cod with enoki! =D =D yum yumm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for people who are wondering how to prepare this, here are the instructions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISO COD WITH ENOKI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. smear a tablespoon or two of miso paste over raw cod fillet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. place a bundle of enoki mushroom over the fillet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. steam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so easy right? heh. know the instructions are really brief, but when i do it everything is agar ratio one.. cod fish is healthy. enoki is healthy. miso is healthy. steam is healthy. =D yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got this information from &lt;a href="http://www.goldengourmetmushrooms.com/enoki.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.goldengourmetmushrooms.com/enoki.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enoki&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;mushrooms are low in calories and contain a good amount of vitamin D. They also contain small amounts of riboflavin, thiamin, and niacin, and are high in fiber. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="medicinals"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Medicinal Properties: As with most other edible wood-decaying mushrooms, Enoki mushrooms have been found to have medicinal properties. Enoki mushrooms contain a powerful polysaccharide called flammulin. Japanese and Chinese researchers have reported anti-cancer and anti-tumor activity from extracts containing this water-soluble polysaccharide. It is believed that the abnormally low cancer rates in Nagano, Japan (the center of enoki cultivation) is related to the high consumption of enoki in that region. Enoki is also thought to stimulate the immune system and be anti-viral and anti-bacterial. Blood pressure lowering and cholesterol lowering compounds have been found in Enoki. Research indicates that Enoki may be useful in treaing lymphoma and prostate cancer. To date, the bulk of scientific medical research on the medicinal effects of Enoki and other mushrooms has been conducted in Japan and China where mushrooms have been regarded for thousands of years as powerful, natural healing agents. Only recently has Western medicine initiated clinical trials to "prove" this ancient knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and another interesting fact that i never knew:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enoki is often added uncooked to fresh salads and sandwiches, although cooking does make the mushrooms much easier to digest and renders the nutritional and medicinal components more available for assimilation by the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they TASTE better cooked too! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cod&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, is listed in the world's healthiest foods list. &lt;a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;amp;dbid=133"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;amp;dbid=133&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too many health benefits to paste it here, but its a great source of protein and omega 3 fatty acids good for the heart! (along with salmon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miso&lt;/span&gt; (also in WHfoods) is packed with nutrients! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284732061562526178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVcjz26NWeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ItQHIgdhP2A/s320/miso.bmp" /&gt;see? manganese, copper, zinc- all there! don't need to take entrum already la! haha! and though its high in sodium, its saltiness makes it a really good salt substitute-just don't go overboard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here ends my super long post. heh. quite fun. &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7394519276318766738?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7394519276318766738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-sunday-service-at-church-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7394519276318766738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7394519276318766738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-sunday-service-at-church-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgkBWXzGOTc/SVcjz26NWeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ItQHIgdhP2A/s72-c/miso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-5107136138153162241</id><published>2008-12-27T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:33:42.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was late for worship practice today!! practice was 2 hours but i was 1 hour late.. =( felt quite guilty about it. but i din expect to have to wait for the bus for 25 mins before it appeared! i think chenli's worship team is WOW. yaosheng can play the keyboard, drums, guitar and today i saw him holding the bass also. oh yes and he leads the singing too. O.O esther sings wonderfully, plays the keyboard soooo well and she can pen down the notes of any song. from my observation today it seemed like she didn't even need to think before writing it down for dawn. and jayce's voice is "waaaaa" so envious cannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that mom picked me up and off we went to upper thompson to check on the house. its taking FOREVER.. first the contractor said june, its already end of december!! =( =( but by the looks of it, everything's almost done, except for the kitchen cabinet and polishing. after that's done, furniture and wait for TOP (whatever that is). lalalas~! then i can move into my new home. =D =D excited excited excited! totally looking forward to my BIG NEW ROOM. psst. my bedroom's bigger than the master's! hahahaha!! +evil laughter+ poor bro got a really small room, thanks to daddy who insisted he wanted half of it for himself.=( i really do think the new place will be fabulous though, excluding some odd rooms here and there like mentioned above (all a result of daddy's bad decisions, haha!). yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june's not working on thursday, so we'll be going on wednesday, confirm. the question is whether it will be the two of us, or us both with some other girls, or us both with the guys. i have decided that i am fine with anything. (: june, if no protection okay also! i protect u, u protect me, any stupid guy come stick his tongue down ur throat i will pull him away and u do the same for me okay? =D =D love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-5107136138153162241?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5107136138153162241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-late-for-worship-practice-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5107136138153162241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5107136138153162241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-late-for-worship-practice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-7428291703758591958</id><published>2008-12-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:00:21.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas!!</title><content type='html'>june ng i love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now back to blogging. merry christmas everyone!!!! =D =D&lt;br /&gt;ytd nite i chose christmas caroling with the church over partying with kj normen joey and randall. though i heard they had alot of fun and was like "ahhhh!! i wantt" i was glad tt i went for caroling. christmas eve is the last day i should be out partying at a club surrounded by drunk and horny ppl.. somehow when we choose to do the right thing there is a feeling of satisfaction without a guilt tag on it. so yupp =) it made christmas alot more meaningful than just a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it was fun hanging out with the chenli ppl. (except for a particular loudhailer person tt was criticising others every 3 seconds or so) still, i was in high spirits. and i broke out from my usu softness and shouted cos it was ear deafeningly noisy and it was the only way i could be heard by whoever i was talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i went for christmas service in the morning, then christmas lunch with chen li and finally marina square with chen li ppl (still, but this time no adults or old ppl). arcade was truckloads of fun!! rachel tan spent $3, joanne spent $3.50 and me $6.50. i had to borrow $1.50 from rachel tan cos i suck at the games. i was on maybe my fourth 50cent coin when she only dumped one coin into the slot. tsk tsk. it shows how rarely i go to the arcade cos i spend my time on more constructive pasttimes okayy.  haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i have been backsliding so much the past years. being around christian friends rooted me to my faith. but after leaving agape and the christian influence from the likes of claire in dhs, i went from daily devotion every night, to only praying at night, to only saying grace before meals, then to only going to church on sundays. and tadaa. i became a sunday christian. =( so guilty to admit it laa. but its the truth. so this christmas im thankful to god tt i can spend time with the church-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im gg out with the guys and probably suyee too on tuesday, new year eve! =D yay i can do dance so happy. and with june on wednesday if she doesnt have work on thurs. the problem is for wed we're all girls. i will have no protection :( don wanna be groped or french kissed by some retard. so howw ppl howw. hai. hopefully prince charming will come and pick me from the dungeons. hahaha. chuan2 dao4 qiao2 tou2 zi4 ran2 zhi2. (things will turn out fine when the time comes) tt's what im hoping for.  if not, then i'll just abstain from all drinks and cross my fingers tt no one will do anything weird to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7428291703758591958?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7428291703758591958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7428291703758591958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7428291703758591958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='christmas!!'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-754611218647228952</id><published>2008-12-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:43:28.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>watched twilight with kejing ytd. omg the movie sucks. i was utterly embarassed cos i was the one who picked the movie. (with guidance from normen) edward the vampire can climb trees and run at super speed exactly like in chinese kongfu shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his skin sparkled under the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;human gazes lovingly at the vampire who looks like he has diamonds all over his skin, "oh! you are so beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;vampire turns away, "no.. i am a monster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst was the giggles from all around me when the lead actor first appeared walking past the window. seriously, WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, there's something that can outdo that. look what i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/gifs/twlight-my-husband.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only inspiration was the alabaster skin. Ahhh~ can you detect the envy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kejing's choice of the cathay was good-relatively empty as compared to tampines mall we headed to later on. met up with joey normen and suyee and had dinner at jack's place. there was uncountable number of f-words and i sighted the middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the scenario: normen sitting across me while im having my baked cod fish with tons of potatoes. he sticks out his middle finger at kejing and says "f*** la. u want to have this for dessert??" hahahha it was all crude but nevertheless entertaining, but i shant share what happened. psst psst. later ruin ppl's reputation. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprise surprise. heard someone DID grind a truckload of girls after all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kejing's house to play monopoly. it was awful! within about half to one hour, i had gone to jail twice and received my $200 salary only ONCE. the only happy thing was that i was princess belle. (we were playing disney edition monopoly) couldn't sleepover cos i had church this morning, so i donated two of my estates to joey and kejing, and my money to suyee. SADLY, normen the filthy rich won both games. even without my help the first round. rahrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for buffet dinner at marina mandarin later on :D :D :D yayy! good food always makes me happy. okay, maybe until i overeat and start to feel the guilt sink in. but until then, im gonna look forward to dinnertime! ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-754611218647228952?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/754611218647228952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/watched-twilight-with-kejing-ytd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/754611218647228952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/754611218647228952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/watched-twilight-with-kejing-ytd.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-287966520900274824</id><published>2008-12-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:01.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindcafe</title><content type='html'>so i went out with tzh, jane and her boyfriend jon. or john. don noe how its spelt.&lt;br /&gt;we played quelf which is a SUPER RANDOM game hahahhaa but it was very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;another nice game we played was taboo! jane and i teamed up and whenever i had to guess and jane describe we would score loads of points. worst was when i describe and jane guess. tzh thinks it cos i cant describe well. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes the brownie at mindcafe. sooo softtttt!! not too big a piece too so try it, wont regret.&lt;br /&gt;then we went for dinner at tampopo liang court. ordered a beef yakiniku rice similar to yoshinoya. was good. =) finished everything. price was alot more reasonable than when i ordered sushi the last time i went there and paid over 40 dollars for it. thought the sashimi on the rice wasnt cold enough, but that is personal preference. dont know what the ideal temperature of sashimi should be when served. but i like it slightly colder.&lt;br /&gt;i tried tzh's ramen, which is supposed to be the signature dish.. thought it was alright, but i preferred my rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that was cards at starbucks! bridge and ultimate loser and taiti (not sure of spelling once again) hahaha! we ended with tzh the asshole. and me the KING. LALLALAS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got shouted at by my dad ytd afternoon for asking him when he could leave. this happened after my mom and i waited for him for more than half an hour on the sofa when all he said he was going to do was change his clothes. WTH. couldn't i ask how long he would take so i could turn on the computer if he was gonna take long? havent spoken to him since. maybe tmr we will be forced to converse at the dining table. we'll see. till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-287966520900274824?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/287966520900274824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/mindcafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/287966520900274824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/287966520900274824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/mindcafe.html' title='mindcafe'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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-3055341367541817746.post-5337882308091640480</id><published>2008-12-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:55:25.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2h reunion (swan post!)</title><content type='html'>we started off with dinner at shokudo at raffles city. the place has little stalls that is supposed to serve a wide variety of jap food so i guess the availability of choice was what drew crowds when it first opened not too long ago. i know cos i was there when it opened. anyway, i personally thought shokudo was a  HORRIBLE choice cos the last time i went, the food was bad, overpriced and i had to walk around to order my food and bring it back to the table (yes, food court style. at restaurant price. ) would rather just order from the menu and get decent food at the same price-after all what's the point of being able to choose when good food is not an available option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't want to seem picky so i dint tell kangqi. found out later that jamie was the one who suggested it. hahaha. but it wasnt THAT  bad la. maybe it was the company. still, i ordered sushi which cost me 23.42 inclusive of gst. not that that is daylight robbery, but for the freshness of the sashimi (or rather, the lack of it) i wouldnt have paid more than 15 dollars for it. tsk tsk. and june took the unagi and salmonroe sushi. my favourites. oh well, its okay i can always buy them another day from somewhere better! haha!&lt;br /&gt;june and i shared the garlic salmon fried rice wrapped in omelette. i only took about 3 spoons of it, and june finished the rest. she said she didnt like it. and later we shared a strawyberry slush ice thingie which cost 6.80 (without ice cream). it was basically ice with every inch covered in strawberry flavoured syrup, condensed milk, 8 slices of strawberry (less than 3 strawberries in total), maybe a tbsp of canned corn. we didn't even finish it.&lt;br /&gt;So people, don't go to raffles city shokudo. maybe with that it will close down and a more worthy food haunt will resurface in its place. to think it got so much media attention.. but jamie, please don't feel bad about suggesting it cos i excitedly begged my mom to bring us there just a few months ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after dinner we went to the open space above esplanade where according to jane, lovers go.  played some silly games like pass the message. when yunxuan xumei sokemay jiayi and the rest wanted to leave, we decided to go down to harry's instead so they stayed for a little while more. i was sitting in the middle table- conversation on my right, on my left but at my table it was an awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended with tzh kif jam and i at marina square talking chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's the juicy bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the guys were SHOCKED to bits by june and even more so by kangqi.&lt;br /&gt; kangqi was stroking the trunk of an elephant stuffed toy. june told her to stop it cos it looked like kq was giving it a HANDJOB. then kangqi asked the guys if they ERECTED.&lt;br /&gt;O.O and we were supposed to be from the guai kia club. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. kangqi said before, she thought that guys were like that (thumb and middle finger about 5 inches apart) and now that she's attached she knows that guys are sometimes like that (3 inches) or like that (5inches) WALAO. oh yes please let me clarify that the inches are estimated by me cos i din take a ruler to measure the distance between her fingers. and i have no idea how long its supposed to be before and after so pardon me if there's a mistake. just take it as genetic differences between individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. this isnt that juicy but i was just surprised upon hearing this and i should clarify it. apparently kiat told kif that i was grinded at obar during post prom and was constantly surrounded by guys. haha! but the truth is that when jane and jon left me to my own defences, she told the dhs guys to look aft me, which they did pretty well by forming a protective circle barrier thing around me such that NO guy could grind me. LOL. effort appreciated though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will continue the rest on another day. gonna go meet jane and tzh soon! we're going to minds cafe to play boardgames :) sounds fun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and the guys are back from hk! welcome back guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-5337882308091640480?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5337882308091640480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/2h-reunion-swan-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5337882308091640480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/5337882308091640480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/2h-reunion-swan-post.html' title='2h reunion (swan post!)'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055341367541817746.post-7009390851182896077</id><published>2008-07-10T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:08:07.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Lorna Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves dancing food travelling fashion&lt;br /&gt;has a dad mom brother and beagle named Wacky&lt;br /&gt;wishes to be fair- applies sunscreen daily and tries to avoid the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055341367541817746-7009390851182896077?l=musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7009390851182896077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7009390851182896077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055341367541817746/posts/default/7009390851182896077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfromahungrygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12436367432130515687</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></feed>
