<?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-22347982</id><updated>2011-09-04T02:52:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>janeyhia</title><subtitle type='html'>a dyslecxic singaporean no longer on exchange in milan, doing industrial design, who not only cannot spell a gazillion words, type words and characters 'tobalek' liek all the tiem n type the same word twice, n ALWAYS think i typed the word but i never did. so read n decifer. ok then ill admit, i got spastic fingers... its ita mianly the dyslexic really....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-3052915775944305002</id><published>2007-08-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:36:22.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last post</title><content type='html'>apparently u r still watching out for this space.&lt;br /&gt;thats really very sweet of u, but i think im quite done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i had a reason to when i was away. then a had a reason again when i was in school.&lt;br /&gt;but now that both r over n done, ill probably stop. it makes me a whiny bitch too full of myself.&lt;br /&gt;so, till either of the 2 reasons resurfaces, ( hopefully more so for the first than the 2nd) u can kindly save urself the trouble of even getting to this page.&lt;br /&gt;but once again, ure very sweet n i feel the love deep deep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-3052915775944305002?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/3052915775944305002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=3052915775944305002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/3052915775944305002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/3052915775944305002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-post.html' title='last post'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-8840180695856490151</id><published>2007-05-22T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:50:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all other things in tokyo</title><content type='html'>1) ito-ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHyB1FNKaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PXuaMWkJmgQ/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHyB1FNKaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PXuaMWkJmgQ/s400/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067097169011222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most fruitful stop. 8 floors of stationary. amazing. spore shld have 1 too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) grandma n kid braving the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHy0FFNKbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PlJkuEgPQWA/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHy0FFNKbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PlJkuEgPQWA/s400/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067098032299649458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day was really quite a windy day n my hat flew off 3 times. so i eventually took it off. then i while walking i notice this boy. but only after i took the shot did i realised his cap has a elastic band! i was like ' wah! like that also have!' looks like the work of a grandma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)talk show interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHzv1FNKcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8iPd7P8TfgE/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHzv1FNKcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8iPd7P8TfgE/s400/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067099058796833218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to catch them for a bit. tho i was really scared to take pics of pple there. u know how they r abt being all private n not disturbing pple right. i mean, they have 'no phones' sign on all public transport k. remember how its 'annoying' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH0eVFNKdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h0pYrD9gzSY/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH0eVFNKdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h0pYrD9gzSY/s400/Image181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067099857660750290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i had to try every button on it. the 'oscillating' on was my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) advertisements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH08FFNKeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/of7aKHTlqp8/s1600-h/jap+ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH08FFNKeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/of7aKHTlqp8/s400/jap+ads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067100368761858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have rubber faces. all the time. its their society. it stifles n conforms everyone to a pt they go rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) macdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH1nlFNKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kir6Qtl5nTE/s1600-h/P5130142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH1nlFNKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kir6Qtl5nTE/s400/P5130142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067101116086168050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always make it a pt to step into macs when im travelling cos they always have local stuff. n of cos to compare the standard n food quality. aussies have yummier chicken patties for their mc-chicken burger. china has AMAZING yeriyaki burger (which came with yao ming toys when u order happy meals). hmm, i wonder y i havent tried thail's macs, but thai KFC's spicy wings r powerful too man. in japan, they have teriyaki of cos, n some prawn batter one n i cant rem what else. they had the usual big mac too, that i remember.&lt;br /&gt;i also make it a pt to buy food up the plane cos aeroplane food make me puke. ince the food cart comes out, ill be hiding under the blanket. i bought my macs teriyaki burger for my ride back but didnt get to it cos i had a cup noodle too, haha. my brother wacked it once i got home. he said its ok. but to my brothers, everything is 'ok'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) bushy building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH191FNKgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dZokwPgf_gc/s1600-h/P5130141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH191FNKgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dZokwPgf_gc/s400/P5130141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067101498338257410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess since most of japan got bombed n rebuilt architecture was really quite unique n interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)pachiko ( i think thats what its called, i can never quite get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH3cFFNKhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aCaY9kYHCC8/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlH3cFFNKhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aCaY9kYHCC8/s400/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067103117540928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u walk down lanes so quiet on a sunday afternoon n suddenly u see a glimmer of hope, that there is some light ( ok lots of lights, n flashing ones, too) it can only be a pachiko joint.&lt;br /&gt;can u just see how much pachiko balls this old man has ordered?!?!?!?? either he sucks so badly, if not pachiko is really something. if i had enough time, id go in n see whats so wah-wah abt it too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-8840180695856490151?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/8840180695856490151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=8840180695856490151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/8840180695856490151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/8840180695856490151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-other-things-in-tokyo.html' title='all other things in tokyo'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHyB1FNKaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PXuaMWkJmgQ/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-6237188695660853066</id><published>2007-05-22T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:21:30.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food in japan</title><content type='html'>1) yakitori under yurakucho subway station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHobFFNKPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KO1XJgezAxk/s1600-h/yurakucho+yakitori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHobFFNKPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KO1XJgezAxk/s400/yurakucho+yakitori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067086607686641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my kinda food. cheap n good street food. this is where ur hot sake is heated in a microwave n taken straight to u, unlike our previous dinner where the chap had thermometers to ensure ur sake is served precisely. whatever that i never ate b4, or sounded weird, i ordered. so i had things like pigs heart, pigs guts n something else along that line. when it came it all tasted the same. all really chewy. so we did some guess work like ' this one so small n extra tough, so must be the heart la, hearts r the strongest muscle in the body right?' etc... the mackerel was really good too, best iver had n i am hardly a fan of oily-fishy fish. oh n i was told that those joints that hand red lanterns outside means its a drinking place. so if u dont order sake, asahi etc.. they're gonna get upset. n of cos we only looked for places with red lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) vending machine drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHosFFNKQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dvuEELDFAPo/s1600-h/bottled+drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHosFFNKQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dvuEELDFAPo/s400/bottled+drinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067086899744418050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have LOTS. so i decided i shal drink as many as i can while im there n everything its gonna be a difffernt one.  from yoghurty orange drinks to yuzu (tangerine) green tea, to peach melba tea with strawberry, to yet another tea but this time made of many other different teas.... n not forgetting their coffee too. just outside the boarding gate i bought another 3 bottles, but none shown here. their lipton lemon was really yummy n not too sweet. the other 2 my brothers enjoyed it. some isotonic drink n the other was grape. everytime i go to japan, im gonna try more new stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) an pan bread shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHpHFFNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mla8Xe2LUJE/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHpHFFNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mla8Xe2LUJE/s400/DSC00901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067087363600886034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shop specialises in an pan. which is jap tao sar pao. didnt buy any tho now i kinda regret but i did walk in n the shop was so ... 'pang'. oh now i remember y i didnt anything, it was too crowded. totally not a fan of crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) beef curry rice with something-katsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHrz1FNKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8EFnNza8cnk/s1600-h/P5130133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHrz1FNKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8EFnNza8cnk/s400/P5130133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067090331423287586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to order tonkatsu, which is basically pork cutlet, but the man said he didnt have n offered somehting else. i was obviously am clueless as to what he said, but heck i was gonna try it anyway. i communicated my order by taking his fake curryrice plastic display outside, brought it in n pointed n finger at it. n we did the same for my mum;s order too. u do what it takes to get ur food i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) funny coffee name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHtflFNKUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wunuVZRB7-E/s1600-h/P5130134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHtflFNKUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wunuVZRB7-E/s400/P5130134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067092182554192194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the were trying to say decaf-espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) typical local eating joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHvhlFNKXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HfgyPekJqKg/s1600-h/P5130129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHvhlFNKXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HfgyPekJqKg/s400/P5130129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067094415937186162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHuxFFNKVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iZLDvFdsSgk/s1600-h/P5130130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHuxFFNKVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iZLDvFdsSgk/s400/P5130130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067093582713530706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no frills, no english. but comes with free ice water k. dont play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) tully's coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHwTVFNKYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gLVJ4JG3vSU/s1600-h/P5130143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHwTVFNKYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gLVJ4JG3vSU/s400/P5130143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067095270635678082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a franchise coffee joint all over tokyo. its their version of starbucks. there r starbucks ard too but i think i only saw 1 thru the entire trip. theie menu board is in english n they do frapps, blended stuff n the usual suspects. i got a honey milk latte with extra shot. it was yummy n good. really comparable to holland v starbucks. not all starbucks is as gd k. (n they have excellent service too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) udon at ANA airport lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHxAlFNKZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mqr3vrP_Uq4/s1600-h/P5130147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHxAlFNKZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mqr3vrP_Uq4/s400/P5130147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067096048024758674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that they served udon n soba was awesome. but the fact that their fish cake had 'ANA' on it was mind-blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-6237188695660853066?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/6237188695660853066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=6237188695660853066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/6237188695660853066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/6237188695660853066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/05/food-in-japan.html' title='food in japan'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHobFFNKPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KO1XJgezAxk/s72-c/yurakucho+yakitori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-7443998333662832695</id><published>2007-05-21T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:13:13.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disneysea</title><content type='html'>ok, sorry for the delay. im getting terribly lazy to blog n busy with a million things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here r some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at disneysea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most pple look like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFjeVFNKKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dN-44ru2iIg/s1600-h/P5120040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFjeVFNKKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dN-44ru2iIg/s400/P5120040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066940428474722466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others look like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFjw1FNKLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c91n-QNfmrs/s1600-h/P5120034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFjw1FNKLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c91n-QNfmrs/s400/P5120034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066940746302302386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest look unknowingly... japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFkCVFNKMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hjM8RjCm4II/s1600-h/P5120041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFkCVFNKMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hjM8RjCm4II/s400/P5120041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066941046950013122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then u have fathers, who all look the same... with that special accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHjkVFNKNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lTzugKhtm24/s1600-h/dads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHjkVFNKNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lTzugKhtm24/s400/dads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067081269042292946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u ever open anything thats like a disneyland, u MUST have many popcorn pushcarts everywhere. best if u sell beautiful popcorn tumblers so pple can buy get their refill. n trust me they will, since they already paid for the damn tumbler. oh, n do have various flavours all over... like strawberry, caramel... n even black pepper. pple r such suckers for things like variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHl0FFNKOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mmV8sJoy2YI/s1600-h/popcorn+boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHl0FFNKOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mmV8sJoy2YI/s400/popcorn+boxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067083738648488162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, n there were tonnes of dead babies too. esp after mid-day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHvJVFNKWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t_cuMp7hM3w/s1600-h/deadbabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlHvJVFNKWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t_cuMp7hM3w/s400/deadbabies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067093999325358434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-7443998333662832695?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/7443998333662832695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=7443998333662832695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/7443998333662832695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/7443998333662832695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/05/disneysea.html' title='disneysea'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RlFjeVFNKKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dN-44ru2iIg/s72-c/P5120040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-2740469674762697082</id><published>2007-05-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:55:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2 tokyo</title><content type='html'>so i started the day myself. managed to find my way to ginza, which is really near by the way. then at ginza i was absolutely clueless n cldnt find any sort of bearing to even get started. so with my most 'jing-chum' face, i approached some guy. i realise i always approach guys. but i think it works, heightens the 'jing chum-ness'.&lt;br /&gt;u see, b4 i left i made special effort to get the wall papaer tokyo guide, so they shows all teh coolest places to go, eat, shop, see, stay. n with a map, i thot yay! lemme go dig tokyo man! sadly, most of my day was spent in the 'cool' areas, but never near the cool shops. i mean, the book tells me 'shibuya' or meguro or ginza. but when i really looked at the map, bloody meguro is this whole area ( same as ginza n shibuya..) n nakameguro is nothing is a different thing. so i walked n walked but never quite found anything. but its ok. here n there i get abiiiiiiiit. for lunch, if its a hole-in-the-wall kinda shop, no pictures, no english words - im coming in. i had big plans to go n anyhow point. but while trying to study at least a bit, trying to decifer bits of seemingly chinese characters (seemingly, cos really if it wasnt, i wldnt know) to help aid the choice. but the old man wanted to take my order n didnt look tooo patient, so i just said 'ramen'. n i got gyoza too. time in ajisen ramen n other jap eateries paid off man. after that i walked pass some pretty pastry shop n got myself 2 macaroon. (just tried them n too sweet! still cant compare to laduree in paris).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so along the way i found a couple of vintage shops, but things were obviously way too expensive, n this lil shop that sold insane things like a chocolate bar, but its a calculator. i went mad in that stall. i ahve a new found respect for these japos. they r sooooooooo clever it leaves me floored.OH! n i managed to find ito-ya. which is this stationary shop that has 8 levels. no shit. had a blast there. went ard, floor by floor slowly studying what each gadget does n nodding away saying to myself 'yes indeed these pple r super clever'. u know those eraser that comes in a pen-like holder n u click the top for 'more' eraser when it gets too short? ok i saw one that was super cute n tiny. so i grabbed. then i walk somemore n saw another eraser, but this time thin like a penknife, n u slide the rectangular thin eraser out. ok, very smart. then i saw another eraser. which came in this dispenser that was WAY bigger n things looked alot more complicated. after studying it, its a 'battery operated eraser'. which u plug in n it will work like how electric toothbrushes work, i suppose. i was like 'wah lau. like that also have ...'. so yes, they do have their share of erm, ridiculous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon mum joined me after ending early n so she joined me, also, for long walks of nothing much-ness. here n there, in n out of the trains (like LOTs of trains, in a million colours) n we finally went to shibuya for dinner. which was yakitori in a almost chi-chi place. tiny, no pictures no english. to we played charades with the waiter n finally got our food. soon after he tried to make conversation with his limited n super acentde english. when told we're from spore, he very excitedly said something that went 'ah! ma-rai-on!' obviously we were clueless ( but tried to look totally not it) n then he continue to gesture. picture him gesturing with his hands to show like he's puking/or something gushing out from his mouth... got what 'ma-rai-on' is? then he went on gesture laser beam eyes.... haha. too funny. our dinner ended off with cherry blossom ice cream followed by more walking n train rides to get back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, im sorry but pics will come later k.&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be disneysea. we were told there is this huge difference between disneyland n disneysea. that is, disneysea sells alcohol, while in disneyland its like 'oh god forbid!'. so of cos we're happy, n i bet so r the japs.&lt;br /&gt;ok till tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-2740469674762697082?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/2740469674762697082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=2740469674762697082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/2740469674762697082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/2740469674762697082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-2-tokyo.html' title='day 2 tokyo'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-5168805386941320897</id><published>2007-05-10T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:13:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 tokyo</title><content type='html'>im here on a short trip with my mum, who is uh, working.&lt;br /&gt;its my 3rd time here but the previous trips were disneyland filled n lotsa touristy stuff. never even been to ginza! so this time, im gonna walk the streets, do what the japs do n survive being alone, which i dont really fancy,  plus my horrendous navigating skills really makes things a bit scary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touched down at Narita at 3ishpm, the ride was so bumpy it made me sick. was really on the verge of puking so i made sure the puke bag was near at hand. anyway, after that, got onto a shuttle bus to tokyo bay, where my hotels is.&lt;br /&gt;there is lots to learn from these pple here.i was on the bus n got a call so i was yaking away for maybe 3mins.  the next thing i know i hear one of those pre-recorded announcements which went 'passengers, pls note that the use of portable handphones are not allowed on the bus as it ANNOYS other passengers'. thankfully i was surrounded with disapproving japs who wld prob given me the dagger eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mum had a dinner meeting so i was off on my own.  decided to walk ard my area n get some dinner. my aim was to find this particular subway station which was barely 2blks down, but i simply cldnt find it. went here n there n everywhere n even asked this chap, who cld only tell me where my hotel is, where the highway is, but not exactly where the station is. hmmm. in the end, i gave up n decided to follow where everyone walked. i mean, if so many pple headed in the same direction, SOMETHING must be there right? eventually, i reached another station, huge one, which was great cos they had little eateries n supermkts. after reaching i wondered whether that station was the one i was told to go to instead of the invisible one. similar, n very long names really dont help u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the station, after scouting ard for a bit, i settled for ramen. vending machine ramen to be exact. ive heard of these b4. so i HAD to try it. jsut for fun :) u buy a ticket (which seems simple enough till u realise u cant read ANYTHING ) give it to the counter fella n he'll dish u ur bowl of noodles. thankfully there were some pictures next to the machine. but matching the jap characters among 30 different names, totally wasnt gonna work for me. so i was smarter n matched the price instead. at 430yen, i found my bowl of ramen! so i got the ticket, gave it to the old man, n while waiting i realised im not only the youngest in that minuscule  standing-only stall, i was the only female. the rest were 40ish jap men in balck suits slurping their ramen away. it sure as hell was weird. what happened to those supposedly gd looking jap chaps that we see on our gatsby ads? where in tokyo r u? oh well. soon i got my ramen, n man, it was good. ok i think i was more  satisfied that i got a vending machine ramen than the ramen itself. but hey, at least i managed to get what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ramen, i walked to this little booth selling steamed chestnuts. i didnt know what they were selling till i actually bought them but i knew i was gonna get it anyway. packaging was pretty n chestnuts were HUGE. biggest ive ever seen or tasted. it smells like bacon but taste nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i dont have pics yet... didnt bring my hp cable. sigh. till i get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RkMLw9xUg1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A2nvNZFSL_I/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-5168805386941320897?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/5168805386941320897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=5168805386941320897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/5168805386941320897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/5168805386941320897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-1-tokyo.html' title='day 1 tokyo'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-6816957979289977406</id><published>2007-05-02T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:45:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>im finally home, after shifting back on labour day. oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;ive somehwat reclaimed whats rightfully mine, tho i do feel quite bad abt it. sorry mel! n ive decided to TRY n be gd n stay home, ok for longer blocks of time, at least.  ive been eating like mad, suppers n more suppers, n breakfast (its amazing, this will power to get outta bed for food) n lots n lots of sleep. 14hrs of sleep without a care in the world is simply, siok. i feel like my cat when i sleep that much. stretching in bed under the nice cold sheets (lets picture a rainy day k) n a wide wide smile of absolute bliss only to head straight to lala-land right after... dont pass go, dont collect 200 n right into dreamworld.SO i pass my days with excessive sleeping n eating, no brownie pts for guessing thats my holiday fat is back with revengence. lost most of it during the last stretch of term time, n since i can absolutely get by without eating much when im depressed doing work, n be super greedy when im happy (n im HOW happy now right?) i better find something to occupy my time before i turn into xing fei fei.&lt;br /&gt;just had breakfast, n i think im gonna watch tv to sleep (ok nap) till my lunch appointment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-6816957979289977406?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/6816957979289977406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>im finally back from the dead after crashing out for 22hrs.&lt;br /&gt;the hrs prior to the 845am, 9am, 920 then finally abt 930am deadline was madness. more mad than it was ever mad. thankfully it ended.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny to see how different the ID n archi (architecture) peps r. we both had crits in the same area n we were all waiting outside the room, 1 comes out, the other goes in, just like taking oral exams.&lt;br /&gt;845am :&lt;br /&gt;- archi peps all fresh in their nice dresses n ties (ok, nice is relative) n their 'kic-kok' shoes. models all inside the room. everyone jsut waiting outside for their turn. n even the first person is early.&lt;br /&gt;- ID peps, in their 2 day old clothes, obviously have not brushed their teeth so dont even ask abt their last shower. running frantically in n out of the room, trying to put bits of their stuff into the room, to a pt, i think the archi girl had to hold the door for all of them. n of cos, the periodic screaming of 'dr yen! dont close the door!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- archi peps were holding scripts, for their presentations&lt;br /&gt;- ID peps, running in with drill guns cos ' hey, so long there is more time, we'll continue to drill more upstairs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930am&lt;br /&gt;archi peps : all seated on the chairs provided, revising scripts, meditating to some pt,im sure.&lt;br /&gt;id peps : all seated on the floor, still in their 2 day old clothes, wondering if they can really jsut go in like that. n if asked abt their white spray painted nails they'd rebut saying ' its the new designer look, u didnt know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to get a shower b4 rushing back. i mean, i was in slippers in socks man. had no time to slip shoes on after forgetting something at 815am n rushed bck to hall. luckily i sandpaper-ed the white paint off my hands earlier in the mrng, it hurt like mad.so instead of white hands, i had, red, but natural, ones. the waiting was 1 hell of a bitch i swear. everytime the door opens, im like ' is sarah out? omg its my turn!' upon going in, i was freezing like mad. presentation didnt go too badly, i managed to defend any bad comment or question, n thankfully, very thankfully, no one realised that my stuff looked like toilet rolls. id be soooo badly marked down for extremely poor semantics i swear.ice cream n toilet rolls, even a retard knows it dont quite go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally when i was done at noon, n hadnt eaten since i dunno when... i went for a gd lunch but fell asleep half way thru. on the way back to hall i was talking nonsense. which explained the 22hrs now doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta go get that damn damn portfolio done so i can be DONE DONE. by tmr 330pm, id a be FREE WOMAN. hell yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-3200263082763392751?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-3186953960193821142</id><published>2007-04-21T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T09:52:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>model making has so far left me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- super glue on all  ten fingers, n the after peeling, which failed to get my sense of touch back, i resorted to sanding my fingertips, with sandpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so much putty,  cibatool n RP dust that i SWEAR, if i drank some binder n shaked a little, id shit out an entire model out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- very rough hands, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- muscle ache, thanks to the sanding i had to do, and the mad rush to the hardware stall cos the aunty was rushing off for qigong class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a job possibility, as a technician in the sch workshop, esp with the cnc machine, cos im pretty sure now i know more than the 2 champion technicians.i heard they get paid pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-3186953960193821142?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/3186953960193821142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=3186953960193821142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/3186953960193821142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/3186953960193821142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-3251322858314035284</id><published>2007-04-14T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T07:29:43.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time out</title><content type='html'>u know u should stop trying to be strong n go sleep when u doze of while trying to save a file, then wake up n type the file name as 'christmas'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-3251322858314035284?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/3251322858314035284/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-8043310723987804556</id><published>2007-04-09T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:08:20.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will squeeze a graduation out!</title><content type='html'>just got back from home. the last time i was back was cny. no wonder my mother sent an email saying ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone is wondering where u r.pls make some effort n come home'&lt;/span&gt;. mother power i say. but im glad i did. thanks mummy :) slept like mad. aircon does wonders. every other moment in a day, im dozing off. cept when i wanna get to bed for real n i cant cos my clock is screwed up as i now work at night n sleep during the day. didnt take any work back, cos bluff who right? like im gonna work... i get more realistic with things like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. ive got a wk to my report submission. then another wk of hell till i have all my assessments. so family, i wont be home till 3wks later k?&lt;br /&gt;NOW NOW, i gotta clamp my fat ass down n really really squeeze out a graduation for myself. i STILL dont dare to file for commencement. lets hope i do get to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-8043310723987804556?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/8043310723987804556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=8043310723987804556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/8043310723987804556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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little room here in hall. n it has also been 4yrs now that ive let that thought just slip by. and if i let it slip for the past 3 yrs (ok 2. since i was battling the-winter-that-never-left in milan last yr) this yr i better not even have 2nd thoughts about it since im leaving hall in abt a month. a month of bad weather sounds like something small to deal with. but NO. its not small. i remember 2 yrs back when all my A3 pals camped in the lounge over night (with matresses, pillows, PJs n newspapers to mask the windows, remember? oh goodness, i miss u fellas!) for the aircon (not me tho, cos i needed my com n was working overnight every night n slept in the day). it was that bad, the weather i mean. so now. when i wanna get crackin n get decent work done, its too damn hot n i get VERY mung zhang n cant spit any work out. when the weather is soooo kind to me, n has blessed me with rain, i just wanna sieze the moment to snuggle in bed cos i mean, come on, i finally have nice cold sheets! so how now brown cow? seems like i dont need to graduate man...&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking of running to some aircon place that gives free Wifi, just so i dont feel insecure. i dont do libraries cos i hate them. esp school ones. its a boiling pot stewing stress, n really, i dont need additinal heat now do i? hmm... gotta think...&lt;br /&gt;hai, thats y i say aircon is the best invention. tv used to come in 2nd place, but now ive relegated it to give way to the web, cos well, the internet has EVERYTHING right?&lt;br /&gt;till i figure out how to graduate, it'll be many many many more showers a day, lotsa powder n screaming at not just nus but the weather too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-1763791049246398248?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-267140315097827658</id><published>2007-03-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:52:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its the time of the yr again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rgf6XDy9ioI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OHdbra4cxnk/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046277181554920066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rgf6XDy9ioI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OHdbra4cxnk/s200/DSCN0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rgf3fzy9inI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FLJKvCzNUMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where work gets to me.leaving me moody at the end of the day. n nothing seems to really be able to undo the mood swing, (cept for sleeping, which in this case, is a lil tricky).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its crunch time. again. ok so i havent exactly been slogging to bits cos i did just come back from hanoi not too long ago, but work, school work in particular, n this yr in particular in particular, is really killing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up somewhat early today, only cos i really had to pee. to a pt i was dreaming i was in japan with kimpok n my mum ( dont ask me y or how that happened) walking ard n all i did was to move from 1 toilet to another, peeing along the way.ok this is besides the pt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was cadding n rendering n obviously it didnt turn out too well n left me upset. argh. i cld dive into this whole cadding/rendering thing abt y it didnt work out, but unless u do design, its gonna be bullshit to u, so ill just spare u. thankfully, im still nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so from now to the end of the month, i will revel in coffee n hot chocolate for mild moments of highs in my life. (only starbucks. spinelli's chocolate power is like, half of starbucks.coffee bean's is like milk+milk+milk+chocolate+milk+MILK+MILK.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! n emailing my parents makes me happy too :) parents, remember our little espionage operation we were scheming about k. keep me posted ah. n to my no3,no4 n no5 at home, thanks for ur prayers, its probably the only reason why i havent stabbed myself out of depression yet. tho i know u probably still rattle off the same ol stuff like, 'thanks for the gd weather today. pray for gd weather tmr'... n not forgettting the 'gong-gong-ma-ma-ye-ye-por-por', u still find somewhere amidst ur even-god-can remember-by-now-prayer to pray for ur no1 sister [in more ways than 1, ;) ], u fellas r really very sweet. ill take u out for dinner soon k. no1, u have a lot to explain abt urself huh, but ure somewhat forgiven since i dont go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-267140315097827658?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/267140315097827658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=267140315097827658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/267140315097827658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/267140315097827658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-time-of-yr-again.html' title='its the time of the yr again...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rgf6XDy9ioI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OHdbra4cxnk/s72-c/DSCN0456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-2476403222372604962</id><published>2007-03-20T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:11:41.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosaic music festival part 2</title><content type='html'>well, after listening to rachel yamagata on my newly bought cd, i got to listen more closely to her lyrics. not that im getting a lot more of what shes trying to sing now (which i might be thankful for cos it might just be too depressing n i like being happy the way i am), but a little bit more. Prior to the show i heard her songs were all abt break-ups n depressing stuff. i obviously cldnt catch any of that during the show due to the inherent fact that i have a concentration span and focus level of a 5 yr old. i can never get all these lyrics thing. dont even get me started on that VERY SAD jay chou song ( i dont know the name of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tokyo ska paradise album,is definately a far cry from the live performance, n can be a bit boring after awhile... sigh. but i wanna find out whats the opening song that night. it was RIVETING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another album i got was 'Yo La Tengo', their 2006 album. this is one act i wish i caught! damn. the esplanade website giving sample songs for the various acts were somewhat not very accurate. thus i missed yo la tengo n shld have caught 'the tower of power (?)' too. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, its goodbye mosaic, helllloooo arts fest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-2476403222372604962?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/2476403222372604962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=2476403222372604962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/2476403222372604962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/2476403222372604962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/mosaic-music-festival-part-2.html' title='mosaic music festival part 2'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-9017316116415361518</id><published>2007-03-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:27:38.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosaic music festival 07</title><content type='html'>just got back from 'femi kut, and the positive-&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;' (im terrible with names obviously) which ended the festival for this yr. it was some african 13 man band n they did pretty well. the audience were standing n grooving for the 2nd half of the show, gd experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was alot more exciting. from changi airport right after hanoi, it was straight to esplanade for rachel yamagata. prior to this, ive never heard of her, nor the kind of sound that she wld churn out from her mouth (im ignorant, i know i know..) but with the raved reviews ive heard, i decided to give her a shot. i left with her cd so thankfully, she was quite gd. n its a plus as she made funny comments throughout the show which kept everyone entertained. i wanted to get her to sign on my cd but upon seeing the queue, we both agreed ' ah heck it. im hungry. lets go get food.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after her bit, it was a 2hr break before we caught 'tokyo ska (yes anna, kimmy n trace, i got it this time! not &lt;em&gt;spa!&lt;/em&gt; ) paradise'. compared to all 4 acts i caught this yr, this was indeed the best, hands down. the light sticks the gave out before the show was really a nice touch to make everyone go mad during the show. if they came back to spore ( as the promised, but i wont be too sure, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; always say 'we'll be back'. always.) i get third row seats. no questions asked. once again i left with their cd too, but sadly the tracks on it werent those they played. so ill be on a look out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last act, or rather the very first one of the festival, i caught was 'take 6'. they werent too bad, but i wld think before getting their tix again. just not that mind blowing for me... tokyo ska paradise is the way to go i say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-9017316116415361518?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/9017316116415361518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=9017316116415361518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/9017316116415361518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/9017316116415361518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/mosaic-music-festival-07.html' title='mosaic music festival 07'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-6122556990606347400</id><published>2007-03-18T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:07:47.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from hanoi!</title><content type='html'>left for hanoi on wed for a 4day trip. my first time in vietnam so it was really quite exciting. the incessant spray-like rain which was on for abt 70% of the trip wasnt half as irritating as the misty, foggy n terribly grey skyline throughout. the famous ha long bay which is apparently very beautiful (which i can see why after trying to see pass the fog n up-ing the contrast level in my brain of the view) was only memoriable thanks to the fresh steamed red crab we had during the cruise. it was really soooo goooooood i tell u. walking around the old quarters was quite interesting n terribly touristy. nonetheless, u get a somewhat complete picture of vietnamese life, especially since we got a personal guide throughout. the best buy from our shopping trip must be the 'lonely planet - japan' we got for 100,000dong ( abt s$10), obviously fake, but photocopying done for this copy was decent, legible n with coloured pictures too! BUT its not mine to keep, for but for gilly, as requested. i think my best buy must be... chewing gim then. even the price of the ah pek singlets i got was comparable to the ones i got in spore (s$2). there really isnt much to buy... but given time to walk round the old, quarters more, i cld pick up more stuff which i wld obviously not need but hey, nice to have what... they have themed streets, like coffee street, hardware st (which was quite interesting), handicraft st, books st etc.. overall, not too bad a trip despite changing hotels everyday cos hanoi is simply fully booked to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will come later k :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-6122556990606347400?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/6122556990606347400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=6122556990606347400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/6122556990606347400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/6122556990606347400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-hanoi.html' title='back from hanoi!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-2007985234902554566</id><published>2007-03-12T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:58:21.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cannot eat anymore crappy ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been doing some ice cream testing for my thesis. in a nut shell, i had to test effectiveness of ice packs on keeping ice cream chilled. n with every 5mins of into the experiment, i gotta eat a teaspoon of the damn ice cream to taste for texture etc... i got the nestle milo, only cos it comes in the right sized cup n it was cheap(er). (i spent more than $15 on 12 cups? of ice cream for this). this ice cream is crap i tell u. it made me bloated from all the air trapped inside it! (all ice creams have trapped air, the less air trapped, the better. its also how they concluded that hagen daaz gives u 5 times more fat in a scoop, cos well, it indeed is dense). i could only finish 2 experiments n had to continue the last one the mrng n so more nestle milo ice cream.. for breakfast.... yucks. pui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the last experiment, i felt like puking. the thought of the ice cream alone gives me shivers now. it'll be some time before i can truly enjoy ice cream again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040708581740403362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RfQxv47mWqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-c1VGy8yI_w/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the puke inducing iceee ccrrreeaaaammmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040708062049360514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RfQxRo7mWoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vL0WFkH06xg/s400/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 of the tests&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040708268207790738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RfQxdo7mWpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rAyPGLGtBho/s400/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705755651922530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RfQvLY7mWmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YMdZAJmJp3w/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;results&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040709127201249970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RfQyPo7mWrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xz4IYB1xWyw/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;melted ones r simply the WORST to consume... eeeyerh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-2007985234902554566?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/2007985234902554566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=2007985234902554566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/2007985234902554566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/2007985234902554566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cannot-eat-anymore-crappy-ice-cream.html' title='i cannot eat anymore crappy ice cream'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/RfQxv47mWqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-c1VGy8yI_w/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-6014059098992020677</id><published>2007-03-06T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:50:44.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our friends a star!</title><content type='html'>this is specially for gilly n trace.. u can find our dear watermelon friend making waves &lt;a href="http://theclothesproject.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://theclothesproject.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;go knock urselves out babes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-6014059098992020677?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/6014059098992020677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=6014059098992020677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/6014059098992020677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/6014059098992020677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-friends-star.html' title='our friends a star!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-4353536970239292426</id><published>2007-03-06T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:48:40.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S : PUR</title><content type='html'>S:PUR. an arts central tv prog that gets 2 artists, go to some selected spot in spore, be inspired, and come up with a final art piece. this wk i found it particularly interesting. the 2 were &lt;a href="http://www.ivanhoharlim.com/index_00.html"&gt;ivanho harlim &lt;/a&gt;( i do enjoy his site/stuff quite a bit), a renowned fashion photographer (incidentally, i was flipping JUICE at the same time and saw his stuff on woods &amp; woods) and a lead dancer xia hai ying from the spore dance theater. their spot was clarke n boat quay and the end result was a photo shoot done in that area n exhibited at the fashion bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these r some shots off todays episode, ripped off my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038682108980390082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez-rpnkaMI/AAAAAAAAADw/W5s71NGd8no/s400/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B24%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshoot site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670826101303474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0a5nkaLI/AAAAAAAAADo/3TQieOXmJDs/s400/vivien0305-2100(central).jpg" border="0" /&gt; at fashion bar, the cannery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0TpnkaKI/AAAAAAAAADg/nIdJkTUuNm4/s1600-h/vivien0305-2100(central)[5].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670701547251874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0TpnkaKI/AAAAAAAAADg/nIdJkTUuNm4/s400/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0NJnkaJI/AAAAAAAAADY/lwbe7bXWSQg/s1600-h/vivien0305-2100(central)[12].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670589878102162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0NJnkaJI/AAAAAAAAADY/lwbe7bXWSQg/s400/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B12%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0IZnkaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/QHwqrssTp0k/s1600-h/vivien0305-2100(central)[14].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670508273723522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez0IZnkaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/QHwqrssTp0k/s400/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B14%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rezz_pnkaHI/AAAAAAAAADI/fEh443UKrRs/s1600-h/vivien0305-2100(central)[17].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670357949868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rezz_pnkaHI/AAAAAAAAADI/fEh443UKrRs/s400/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B17%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rezz5JnkaGI/AAAAAAAAADA/BLyFbegbz4M/s1600-h/vivien0305-2100(central)[23].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670246280718434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rezz5JnkaGI/AAAAAAAAADA/BLyFbegbz4M/s400/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B23%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s:pur is on every monday, 930pm, arts central. i wont promise every wk is as interesting cos last wk was 2 graffiti dudes who went to little india, spray painted a mini cooper, which i didnt fancy that much, n displayed it at the powerhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-4353536970239292426?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/4353536970239292426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=4353536970239292426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/4353536970239292426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/4353536970239292426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-pur.html' title='S : PUR'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rez-rpnkaMI/AAAAAAAAADw/W5s71NGd8no/s72-c/vivien0305-2100(central)%5B24%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-5567843987366117028</id><published>2007-03-05T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:17:30.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok ive been tagged. n sam, im just gonna humour u, too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instructions:This is what you are supposed to do: cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) single&lt;/span&gt; eye lids.. double eye lids... which do u prefer? i have both. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) im fair (ok, white) to a point i apparently turn blue on the hockey pitch due to reflections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) ive had fish sperm sashimi. its white n looks like a cross between a brain n an intestine. very creamy, not fishy n not that disturbing to consume actually. but nothing i fancy much tho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) at the age of 20ish, i developed dyslexia. im quite sure of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) i have more than 20 moles on my right arm. the left isnt any better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) im allegic to alcohol on my skin, but absolutely no problems consuming it. yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im tagging :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kimmy, sarah,zq... ok i have no bloomin idea who reads my blog to know they got tagged. damnit. ok jsut 3 then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-5567843987366117028?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/5567843987366117028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=5567843987366117028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/5567843987366117028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/5567843987366117028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-4958315412800118562</id><published>2007-02-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:02:01.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its hardly ever abt who wins (ok, to me at least, cos guess what? everyone forgets abt it the next day) ... its abt all the sideline entertainment. dont know if u caught the sound effects choir. i was flabbergasted to bits! n i was always particularly excited when the shadow making dancers came on, n when they finished their lil segment, id nod n clap for a job so well done. n of cos its was abt seeing angelina jolie too. but that didnt happen. (unless when i was in the shower... hmm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888307500859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/ReMRvAEhwMI/AAAAAAAAABA/qotJF8fv2_w/s400/Image0227-0034(channel+5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888380515303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/ReMRzQEhwNI/AAAAAAAAABI/_GGnAba7qqA/s400/Image0227-0034(channel+5)%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;snap shots from my tv on my com. damn i cant remember for which movie this was done! argh... ok i think its for 'the departed'. quite fitting right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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marker does what spray paint doesnt. gd shit. n now THIS. im obviously running away. i just need to graduate n get the hell out of here. ive never been that big a procrastinator, till now. of all yrs, of all semesters, the one that matters most, i up my capacity for procrastination. im getting too jaded for my own gd. not gd at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im. going.to.start.now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think there something wrong with my blog again. my title n whatevers on top disappeared. damn u blogspot. see what u did after forcing an upgrade.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-7453292285200741108?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/7453292285200741108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-431362686514938172?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/431362686514938172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=431362686514938172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/431362686514938172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/431362686514938172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/test_3107.html' title=''/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-5383565132041326553</id><published>2007-02-21T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:05:17.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3210</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had sucha exciting night im gonna buy 4-D tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a somewhat usual CNY, im back in hall, ready to teach tmr mrng.there i am sitting infront of my com n suddenly i felt something small n light fell on my head. in that split sec, i thot it was my usual not-so-sticky post-its, or little slips of paper that god knows where i left them that fell on me. the next thing i knew, this RATHER HUGE crockroach jumped from my head to my keyboard! first instincts was to boot out n scream much expletives, which i did. after that, i pluckered up, got my oh-so faithful magic mop, waited for the right time, n smashed that BUGger( haha) flatflat. n tho very triumphant, its still very much sick in the knee to clean up a murder scene like that. n trust me on that, i had to WIPE up leftovers. THEN i had to pick up the carcass. with my face n hand at most extremes, i walked to the main bin outside the toilet, exclaimed 'yucks, pui!!', n then threw it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok, that was done n im back in my room, back on my com...&lt;br /&gt;after 20mins, in the beginings of an msn conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; : r u there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : yesyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: but im trying to deal with a f**king huge ass butterfly in my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: its bigger than my hand i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; : wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;: butterfly or moth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : ok i stopped dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:cos i dunno what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: n no way im going near that thing to 'try n catch it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oh god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ok u asked if butterfly or moth right, its butterfly la, quite pretty, but brown brown leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: so moth ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hope not... pls dont have me start a rash pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;: ok when it rests on a surface, does its wings open or close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: OH SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: i have a bad feeling abt the open wings now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;:MOTH LAAA!!!!! chase it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so as established, i had a mother moth in my room n it was resting on my blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (its) on the blinds so its not like i can open the blind n shoo it away i pull that thing n i swear the mother moth will shit on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then, as i was dealing n telling gilly abt the damn roach i encountered earlier, i managed to killed that bastard. talk abt multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : I KILLED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;: how did u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( n jsut before i start my thriller, B (the macho man i was hoping to come save me, the damsel, in ultimate distress) replies my msn plea with 'hey! im here now!'. ill leave u to imagine my face there n then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : sorry, im back. had to clean up the murder scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: ok i await your fascinating story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : i took my magic mop (my no 1 pest killer), n the taped DUCT TAPE backwards, so that the sticky bit is facing outwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : then even stuck a ball of tape at the rotating bit so that its firm n will stop rolling ard n hopefully not fail me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : then i slowly (ok, the mop, slowly) approached the moth n then with a quick flash-like action n flattened it to my blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : sounds gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : was it strugggling like crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : thenof cos, not sure whether it stuck to the duct tAPE RIGHT? then had to ch3eck n it tamade was still alive n not stuck! the main bit at least, the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : then i tried to smash it even more but the damn blinds were so soft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : then i moved it till the body was on the other side of th blind, then i was like 'oh, if i sweep the whole thing out, maybe it will jsut fly away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : so i closed the blind, sweeped it out. n that bugger DIDNT FLY, n FELL BACK INTO MY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : i wanted to DIE i tell u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : lucky it was rather unconscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : it was on the edge between my fridge n bed ( MY BED! bloody new sheets, ARGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : so then in trying to kill it on my fridge, i failed n squeezed it between the bed n fridge( i did move the fridge a lil, while holding onto the mop on the moth) n it fell into the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : so i chopchopkalipo wrapped my magic mop in that cleaning thing, n smashed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : eeewwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : even used my big toe to give it extra pushpush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : but its damn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : cos im trying to picture an unconscious moth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; :n the rambo STILL NOT DEAD KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : wah i was tamade pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : aiyoh!!!!! so poor thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : so lagi 1 times big smash.PIAK!!! me : so it sorta died i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : then i use the cleanming paper n with my pure-white-silky-soft hands, picked up that now dead rambo ( i cld feel the crack in the wings cannnnnnnnnnn) n then walked straight to the toilet bin with my hands stretched far out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : so did it leave stuff on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : of cos. its body jup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : so i used wet ones to clean the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : now u picture all of tht hapeneing, with the addition of expletives sprouting from my mouth here n there. n very loud ones too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : oh n the occasional screams.... heehee&lt;br /&gt;g : hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : i can g : trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : the CAPS words were enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : n there i was, in my head, picturing, a moth stuck beautifully on my duct tape,so i can very swiftly bring it down n smack it onto newspaper which i prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : oh goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : OH. then in the midst of the murder, a stupid ladybug DARE TO FLY ONTO MY PILLOW. barely giving a sencond look i picked it up firmly n scream even more expletives at it n tossed it out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : WHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : I CAN SO IMAGINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : in those silent movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : can die ornot u tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : you looking at the bug firmly clasped in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : i think my heart rate trippled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; : screaming at it with mouth wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : oh yes, exactly like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after abit more into the conversation, we decided i MUST BUY 4-D. n while thinking of numbers... gilly came out with 3210.&lt;br /&gt;3 insects&lt;br /&gt;2 died&lt;br /&gt;1 got scolded n kicked out&lt;br /&gt;0 left in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty neat huh? shes getting 3210 too.n in that rotation/permutation thing that they do. ill prob get another number with the date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033677619101558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rds3IABh6GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-xo33_6ales/s400/Picture+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told u it was mother of a moth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033677369993455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rds25gBh6FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ivN3XRPEkJA/s400/Picture+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt; bottom right corner, lies the treacherous rambo ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033677786605283442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rds3RwBh6HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rBhAjYWTuEY/s400/Picture+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the erm, duct tape, which got stuck onto the blinds instead. BUT it did hold the moth in place for a tiny while...&lt;br /&gt;3210. u better let me fa some cai man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-5383565132041326553?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/5383565132041326553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=5383565132041326553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/5383565132041326553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/5383565132041326553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/3210.html' title='3210'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu-dWyCRgHg/Rds3IABh6GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-xo33_6ales/s72-c/Picture+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-117191934616922833</id><published>2007-02-20T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:09:06.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' hokkien mee, bak chor mee n chicken wings OR beastie boys?'</title><content type='html'>well, i just got back from good vibrations ( or rather,supper at newton) n im waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd vibrations... it just wasnt as gd as i hoped. sigh.got there at abt 730pm n the bands n DJs then were pretty gd with the electronic stuff.  the big boys were only on later in the night with the long awaited beastie boys starting at 12mn to end of the show. 'too phat' disappeared n totally didnt play at all, n jurassic 5 came right after. BUT there was a major technical glitch n that whole glitch took up the entire 'too phat' segment n ultimately, an hr later, jurassic 5 started at their stipulated time. we really waited for an hr. i was bored stiff. to a pt, stepping on empty beer cans seemed somewhat fun. i think i jsut needed something to do. finally, the show started again.then i know im not huge ass fan of jurassic 5 n beastie boys but decided to give them a shot right, but by end of J5 n mid of B-boys, it ultimately came down to 1 question.&lt;br /&gt;' hokkien mee, bak chor mee n chicken wings OR beastie boys?'&lt;br /&gt;the former won. despite the latter being the highlight of the entire concert. we left at abt 1245. it ended at abt 130. i think they really werent my kind of thing . so too bad. PLUS, my friend n i were sooo sure we aint gonna be able to snatch a cab with everyone else shld we leave when it ends, n at that pt, if we dont get our hokkien mee, we'd go mad. it was really haunting us the whole night i swear. all becase we overheard another friends conversation which brieftly mentioned 'hokkien mee'.&lt;br /&gt;so finally at newton, despite the hokkien mee being not very gd ( by normal,non-haunting days), the first mouthfull was so f**king gd..................... BCM (bak chor mee) stall wasnt open tho :(&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day i guess u can say our gd ol local newton circus hawker centre beat aussies gd vibrations, n thankfully saved my night.&lt;br /&gt;now very full n tired, im gonna hit the sack now. out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117191934616922833?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117191934616922833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117191934616922833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117191934616922833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117191934616922833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/hokkien-mee-bak-chor-mee-n-chicken.html' title='&apos; hokkien mee, bak chor mee n chicken wings OR beastie boys?&apos;'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-117144365585725004</id><published>2007-02-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:00:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/106312/stupid%20msn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/474200/stupid%20msn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn u msn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117144365585725004?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117144365585725004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117144365585725004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117144365585725004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117144365585725004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/rejected.html' title='rejected.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-117129955565586698</id><published>2007-02-13T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:59:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/513307/(F)%20cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/425718/%28F%29%20cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finished the damn programme booklet! it REALLY sucked the life outta me. ALOT of work. very very tedious work sicne i decided to be nice n put indiv shots of pple instead of a sit-down-like-1-big-happy-family shot. that wld have saved me tonnes of time but oh well, had to make sure i produced a prog bklet that pple wld actually wanna flip n read. sieving thru 1000s of pictures jsut to find a decently nice shot of 1 chap, then edit n fit it in. then, despite feeling very triumphant after that, i jsut slump back to my chair n sieve thru to find chap no2.did this mroe than 100 times easily. to a pt i actually shudder when i sit infront of my com b4 i start work at it again.&lt;br /&gt;well, im finally done with it. after 2wks? (i there i was initially thinking i cld finish over a wkend) im quite happy with it, jsut ok la. know im not king at doing layouts n things like these so just try what i can right? im jsut glad it over n done.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117129955565586698?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117129955565586698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117129955565586698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117129955565586698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117129955565586698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-117110169807306498</id><published>2007-02-10T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:01:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting school fact # 3</title><content type='html'>never name ur son friedrich.&lt;br /&gt;he will end up being called 'fat dick'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117110169807306498?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117110169807306498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117110169807306498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117110169807306498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117110169807306498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/interesting-school-fact-3.html' title='interesting school fact # 3'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-117108104848028787</id><published>2007-02-10T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:23:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/716461/DSCF4054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some of u know, ive been doing some relief teaching early in the mrngs. i dont have a perm class that i take, everyday i go in n take the 'MC' 's teachers timetable so every day i get a new set of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these boys r from 6A/B. the most notorious class in the school. i taught them math for a couple of days earlier on. during that period i yearned for their teacher to get well like i did for bak chor mee when i was in milan. they were indeed sucha handful n my voice, i remember, was getting quite frog-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/516385/DSCF4028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/122972/DSCF4023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/902329/DSCF4017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/612525/DSCF4058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when the nightmare ended, n i took shots of them prior to their game that afternoon, n now looking back at them, they're actually quite (for a lack of a better word i can think of right now) cute. they r a bunch of monkeys no doubt, but i think i actually miss teaching them a bit? the girls r easy, ive pretty much won them over ;) how hard can it be, young teacher etc... the boys, u can win over, they will do ur work, but they will STILL have to monkey ard. u know y? cos 'ure a relief teacher' n they know u wont do much to them cos we'll ure not here to stay. kids these days r amazingly clever if not simply damn rude. still rememeber when i walked into a P2 class n jsut a couple of steps in n this kid goes 'YES! RELIEF TEACHER!' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to these basketball boys. u shld really see them on game day. in their jerseys, they walk like they rule the world. n the thing abt boys, they aint as reserved as girls (highy appreciated in class no doubt) n can be very fun to goof ard with. these boys were the ones who asked me to take their pics n of cos more than happy to show off their skills n pose for the cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just looking at the pic, im going 'this one very untidy in work, this one dont hand in work, that one never does homework, oh that one, smart but very disruptive...' thats 6A/B for u. oh n if ure wondering y the whole (most) of the team is from 6A/B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: it looks like ur whole team is from 6A/B huh...&lt;br /&gt;boys: cos the rest r nerds what!! they dont know how to play basketball wan la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very 'teacherly' part of me had to reply saying ' no.... how can u say that? im sure they can play sports too...'. but inside me, i was sniggering cos i came from a class like theirs (without the boys fo cos) n i totally know what they r mean... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117108104848028787?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117108104848028787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117108104848028787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117108104848028787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117108104848028787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/boys.html' title='boys'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-117075760798310079</id><published>2007-02-06T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:26:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting school fact # 2</title><content type='html'>never use big words to scold primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k( in a loud n angry tone) : ... if u cant behave urself, ill make u stand at the quadrangle and...&lt;br /&gt;some kid(raising his hand n with the most innocent look ever) : mr yeo, what is a quadrangle?&lt;br /&gt;k : -_-&lt;br /&gt;and he continues scolding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos he knew better than to explain what a quadrangle is. cos THAT would totally make u look bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117075760798310079?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117075760798310079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117075760798310079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117075760798310079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117075760798310079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/interesting-school-fact-2.html' title='interesting school fact # 2'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-117075724431611137</id><published>2007-02-06T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:20:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting school fact # 1</title><content type='html'>i marked a mental sums book belong to a girl called ' Saki Pay'.&lt;br /&gt;i sorta burst out laughing when i saw it. im terrible, i know... she apparently has a jap mum. saki's sister, fortunately, has a more decent jap name (which i cant remember at this moment but i do know it sounds like 'mizuno'. i mean, how to beat 'saki' right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117075724431611137?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117075724431611137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117075724431611137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117075724431611137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117075724431611137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/interesting-school-fact-1.html' title='interesting school fact # 1'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-117057463148186804</id><published>2007-02-04T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:37:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps cafe at demsey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/574982/DSCF5236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/880104/DSCF5236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/799376/DSCF5217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, is my new favourite saturday morning breakfast place. it so lovely it doesnt matter if i didnt get enough sleep, id still get up looking very very much forward to it! for one, this place feels totally serene n away from all those city pple. (i hate city crowds, makes me wanna bulldoze pple infront of me. its not the city, just the crowd) n somehow it seems like they have endless number of cute kids running around n enjoying their breakfasts ( or half a breakfast, while the daddy cleans up the leftovers) which sorta sets the mood. the best part, they always have me leaving very satisfied with the meal (breakfasts &amp; dinners) . n as im sure some of u will know, having a great breakfast simply starts the day so perfectly well :) it gets even better when after a heavy n awesome breakfast, u go back n snuggle back into bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/300768/DSCF5140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/325631/DSCF5133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/893166/DSCF5146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/14867/DSCF5166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had the big sandwich (very aptly named as u will see), which was something new for us. but i think ill pass it the next time, nothing SO memoriable. dont get me wrong, its not that it wasnt good, but its just something u need to ahve once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/35040/DSCF5148.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                     the big sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the portabello stack that mrng too. this, is one dish that my friend simply cannot let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so, what its gonna be today?&lt;br /&gt;she: erm.. i really like the portabello stack. it was really good wasnt it....?&lt;br /&gt;me: yea, it was really good. but u get that everytime we're here! dont u wanna try their onion flan... or pancakes? waffles?&lt;br /&gt;she: but the portabello is reallyyyyyyy goood...&lt;br /&gt;me: oh forget it. jsut get it then. we'll just come twice as often to try everything else. (giving a huge ass smile.. )&lt;br /&gt;she : OK! yay!( returning a even wider smile ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/728740/DSCF5152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                  THE portabello stack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which doesnt look very much here but is indeed.. glorious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/788483/DSCF5174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                       oooo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the runny eggs&lt;/span&gt;..... i LOVE eggs. n runny eggs... melts my heart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next breakfast there, we're getting the steak sandwich. ok, IM getting the steak sandwich. im a huge fan of steak sandwiches :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, just some more pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/917464/DSCF5212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/844565/DSCF5226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant wait till next saturday. hopefully our schedule permits us to have our perfect saturday mrng. oh how i love slow n lazy breakfasts..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117057463148186804?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117057463148186804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117057463148186804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117057463148186804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117057463148186804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/ps-cafe-at-demsey.html' title='ps cafe at demsey'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-117042393276233272</id><published>2007-02-02T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:45:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaching RULES</title><content type='html'>no, literally, rules.&lt;br /&gt;K has just started teaching with me for abt a wk now, n yes,we have recess together everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;he's taking a more premanent class of english starting today n here's his written set of rules for the kids, n a mental reminder to himself that, 'MY RULES &lt;-&gt;PUNISHMENT &lt;-&gt; LOVE'&lt;br /&gt;i was obviously very tickled that he had all of this written out. actually, i still am. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/517668/DSCF4787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117042393276233272?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117042393276233272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117042393276233272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117042393276233272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117042393276233272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/02/teaching-rules.html' title='teaching RULES'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-117005172583564787</id><published>2007-01-29T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:22:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>you know u really should reconsider your career path when :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) instead of a sunday afternoon at Paulaner with great beer, sausages n even greater company, ure sitting infront of a computer,alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ur friends ask ' do u ever sleep?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) u use a light bulb to heat up your glutinous rice kueh cos using the toaster wld create too much noise n wake everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) u eagerly await the day when eyebags r fashionable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-117005172583564787?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/117005172583564787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=117005172583564787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117005172583564787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/117005172583564787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116979726432545642</id><published>2007-01-26T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:41:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/744785/DSCF4132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/618871/DSCF4132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do pple do things like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116979726432545642?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116979726432545642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116979726432545642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116979726432545642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116979726432545642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/ccb.html' title='CCB'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116973021253268542</id><published>2007-01-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:55:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bird flu free</title><content type='html'>im was going thru some flickr with my lil tv window at the corner of my screen as it always is.. so i surf n watch (ok, listen to ) tv at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, i heard this tv ad which went 'it is BIRD FLU FREE n ...' immediately i went 'WHATTA.....'. so i turned to the right n caught the rest of the ad. it was liquid eggs sold in a carton. apparently its very impt to highlight the 'bird flu free' bit to spore, but man.... it loooked terribly pale as they poured it onto the frying pan n its just... dodgy.&lt;br /&gt;OH, but its bird flu free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116973021253268542?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116973021253268542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116973021253268542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116973021253268542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116973021253268542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/bird-flu-free.html' title='bird flu free'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116921669292922892</id><published>2007-01-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:03:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love the person or the idea of the person ?</title><content type='html'>ive been having some catch-up times with good friends n naturally, we talk abt relationships. things like, is the ex still bugging u? hows the current one? any scandals or omg-i-need-to-tell-you(s)? this, n coupled with coincidence? that my conversations recently have been abt relationships. after listening, digesting n formulating my friends' love lives, it has occurred to me that a) some love the person, for who he/she is, but cant cope with the lifestyle as yet. b) some love the idea/lifestyle that this person represents, but how much do they really love him/her? others, thankfully have found their all-in-1 :) [that doesnt mean they dont have other problems cos love, is truly impossibly complicated. duh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) they truly love the person, but cant/still thinking whether they can accept living this lifestyle with their love. in other words, u know u love this person n wanna be with this person, but u also know ur future will somewhat be in the shits. so this is abt 2 girls. n they question themselves, what abt my parents? what abt the future? so yes u can adopt a kid, but how will the kid grow up to be? can a r/s last forever if there isnt something in common (eg, a kid) to hold 2 pple together? do u have the enough confidence in believing in urself that u will be as successful despite going down this alternative road? or r we simply deluding ourselves that yea, LOVE can supercede EVERYTHING, n all u need is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)this one is tricky. i only managed to formulate this after talking awhile.not many pple realise this but they love who they love, because of who/what this person represents, or that this person fits into their ideal r/s.[they usually assume they love the person like in a)]. example, is being with a man n getting married ur ideal plan n now loving a girl simply screws things up? so then, do u really love your man or the idea of a man? (vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;in another eg, that this person fits ur 'ideal' bill n so, yes, he/she is the one,period. 'i mean, he's in a band n he drives a porsche!' so with this, u know ur future, but how much do u love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe all we really need is love.but what is love? its somewhat apparent that in both a) n b), there is some love. so then, can u half-love? n if u can, n have been so far, can u continue to do so? is it really worth investing ur time in it? n how much time do u have left? [its a sad truth but girls do have a shelf life :( ]&lt;br /&gt;after lena, i believe more than ever that it doesnt matter what we do, but at the end of the day, we dont regret doing it, or not doing it for that matter. till u see this for urself n understand what it really means, this will always be just another cliche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116921669292922892?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116921669292922892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116921669292922892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116921669292922892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116921669292922892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-person-or-idea-of-person.html' title='love the person or the idea of the person ?'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116896549452368048</id><published>2007-01-17T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:38:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mused.</title><content type='html'>it was damn it gd. bestconcert ever.&lt;br /&gt;they ended off saying ' spore, we'll be back!'.&lt;br /&gt;i say,' i wont hold my breath for it.'&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i caught it. big one to u tracy wong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116896549452368048?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116896549452368048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116896549452368048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116896549452368048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116896549452368048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/mused.html' title='mused.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116894300067588055</id><published>2007-01-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:32:07.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another phone.</title><content type='html'>damn tibs cabbie. dont wanna return my phone. well yes, it was a beautiful phone. it was one of the first few nokia flip phones. dont ask me for model no. i never got the hang of those. i loved that phone. terrible camera, but sleek, good weight that feels siok, simple no nonsense. unlike those 'movie maker... flash prog...' n all thsoe redundant crap. n big keypad. n now gone with that asshole of a cabbie :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to get a phone. went to those lil shops in lucky plaza.&lt;br /&gt;me: whats the cheapest nokia u have? it doent matter if its 2nd hand&lt;br /&gt;ah beng: that one.&lt;br /&gt;me:how much?&lt;br /&gt;ahbeng:75dollars&lt;br /&gt;me:ill take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new gadget comes with yellow backlight. how old sch right? but i wished it was even older than this. like the very first nokia that made waves. 6210?. i loved that one too. i wld have been very pleased if i left with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is,&lt;br /&gt;i did it again.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116894300067588055?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116894300067588055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116894300067588055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116894300067588055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116894300067588055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-phone.html' title='another phone.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116831464465057229</id><published>2007-01-09T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:07:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/424829/DSCF2557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/403722/DSCF2557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a tues mrng, yes, i actually managed to catch the mrng on a free day.&lt;br /&gt;anwyay, its raining and im somewhat down with a flu n so a nice hot cuppa tea sounds gd. then i realised im in 1 of my many 'which cup' moments. too small n ill be walking more than ever to get hot water than enjoying my tea. no handle n ill have to be nimble n balance the whole cup with jsut a couple of fingers at the rim of my cup.to use the thermos so my tea will always be hot? (but its too damn small that thing...) TRICKY business i say. i usually use my starbucks mug (which i got for free with much charm :) ) but its a 'tall' size mug (means its rather small). i love it to bits cos its proportion is so cute. the mug is smaller than usual, but the handle is of the regular size (which only makes sense), so it looks like a mug with oversized ears :) but today, i decided to use the biggest of all, but no handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, it leaves me to say that mugs/cups, r somewhat under-rated. not many pple think much abt mugs/cups, n heck, they make pretty decent presents. no one goes shopping for the perfect cup/mug or dont even think its worth to pay for it cos hey, we can even get them free with our tin of milo or a carton of fresh milk. but when uve found n used 1 that is so pleasing in more ways than 1, ur mrng coffee n teas will never be the same again. drinking from my favourite mug always brought a smile, or at least, made me feel gd abt it, n the drink for that matter. i love that mug so much that twice i smashed it, n twice i glued it back. dont drink from it anymore but i use it as a pencil holder. this emotional thing that goes on between the user n their mugs/cups is really quite amazing. ok.to me.&lt;/p&gt;the other thing that is under rated is a coaster, but in a different way. i can safetly say 98% of the coasters sold r useless. for cold drinks at least.&lt;br /&gt;while ure enjoying an icey cold drink, u use a coaster right? yet time n time again, when u lift the cup up, its dripping everywhere. some worst, its so terrible it wets the table too. so i was in search of the perfect coaster till i found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/675898/DSCF2560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its life was not meant to be a coaster but a door sign. but its the perfect (ok, just the concept, not the graphics whatsoever) coaster. cos its raised slightly in the middle, all the condensed water can be effectively collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/678624/DSCF2561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this doesnt condense but u get what im trying to say right? jsut give the mug a gd tap on the coaster, let all the condensed water on the mug collect on the coaster n no more messy nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;the onyl thing better than this is a double-walled cup which, due to the vaccum created, doesnt create condensation at all. bodum has done it. but its so brittle the number of complaints abt receiving smashed ones even b4 they can use it is undeniable. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so peps, invest in a mug/cup. n for goodness sake, what gd is a beautiful cup in a box when u can actually appreciate it everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116831464465057229?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116831464465057229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116831464465057229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116831464465057229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116831464465057229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/mugs.html' title='mugs.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116825040584940687</id><published>2007-01-08T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:00:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116825040584940687?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116825040584940687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116825040584940687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116825040584940687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116825040584940687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116791229895641918</id><published>2007-01-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:19:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last year, last chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/298214/DSCF2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after not playing sports for a gd whole yr, plus excessive eating n drinking without thought for the whole of dec, ive finally had my fill n concluded ' jane hia, ure a lard ball. n a white one too. lets gets cracking.pronto!'&lt;br /&gt;so ok, i decided to give IHG a shot, tho i previously decided not too due to my slip disc. but heck ,i cant sit ard ANYMORE. thus, i took up hockey n badminton again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/859690/DSCF2116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, was the girsl hockey carnival. yes i know my skin shade makes it confusing to imagine. we didnt get our gold, n had a heart-stopping fight for our silver for our very last match. but at the end of the day, all was gd n we left on a high. that goal our captain put in in the late 2nd half really was so memoriable. naj was so shocked n happy that she ran back to cheer with the rest of the team, forgetting to even give su (our captain) a hug. bad naj i say. haha. so my day ended with a pulled left butt (accompanied with a butt rub from gillybillie, much apreciated really, but never felt this molested ever) a bruised right knee (cos i needed it to support my butt while i swept balls with all of my life.) a smashed toe (this i have no idea how i got) n of cos, a tan.(a very uneven n ugly singlet-jersey tan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im jsut really glad i decided to play hockey really. its a sport that i enjoy despite being soo lazy. being fully eusoff-trained, from a 1st yr freshie who simply hoped no one passes the ball to her so she wldbnt be the one that screws up, to a 4th yr last man, its been great. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the seniors who taught n ive had the oppportunity to play alongisde in the pitch, thanks for the memoriable yrs.&lt;br /&gt;to the freshies n yet to leave hockey mates, its been a pleasure playing with u fellas, hope u continue n we'll get our gold back k!&lt;br /&gt;to the old farts 4th yrs like me, to have written 'last yr last chance' on our stick together meant something to me.thanks to allin more ways than 1. xuewei n naj, for being forwards that ran everywhere for every ball, including the D too. for siding lorraine n polly, for taking my incessant screams n running everywhere n having faith in me as a last man. we saved hannah n guarded our D. it truely really, has been so so great defending with u fellas :)&lt;br /&gt;to gilliebilly, for teaching me the works of the last man last yr, for guiding me as a defender n for rubbing deep heat onto my left ass. thanks babe. im really so gratful u took me into hall, made me do dp n of cos, showed me how to love hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/891342/DSCF2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/355210/DSCF2098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6 old farts n 1 gillybillie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant belive, once again im putting up sucha... emo post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116791229895641918?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116791229895641918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116791229895641918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116791229895641918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116791229895641918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-year-last-chance.html' title='last year, last chance.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116767652729515911</id><published>2007-01-02T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:35:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>ok so its a new yr.&lt;br /&gt;n ahead comes possibilities (n impossibilites that we secertly harbour hope for n refuse to let go) n we always try to subconsciously tell ourselves 'its gonna be a great/better yr..' personally, its gonna be an unknown yr. hopefully great, but still very very unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a house party with hall n studio (not pseudo)  friends to usher in the new yr. its was more of a gathering than a countdown. while the rest of the world counted down with much anticipation n excitement, at jk, it was actually a pause in time. funny how we dealt with it tho.. haha. nonetheless, its was great feeding everyone, tho i had, for the first time, someone leaving n actually still thinking of food. ive never had anyone leave my house feeling even 'just fine'. its usually 'im exploding.. im beyond full' etc. i dont feed pple. i overfeed them. my only letdown was that i was so busy feeding pple i didnt get much time to spend it with the amazing bunch! n i thot by jsut inviting 2 grps of pple it shld be ok n my mind wldnt be too split up. argh. i need to be more efficient. this requires thinking n planning. ill work on it,till the next session at jk k. nonetheless, ive fed new pple this time, gd enough for me to end the yr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006.&lt;br /&gt;the yr ill never forget.&lt;br /&gt;the time frame where i had my higest n lowest pts in my life till date.&lt;br /&gt;producing dp, (wearing a tutu), milan n lena marks my 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116767652729515911?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116767652729515911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116767652729515911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116767652729515911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116767652729515911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116733433154103627</id><published>2006-12-29T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T03:32:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>damn the hols r ending. this is definately one of the most enjoyable hols ive had, despite the fact that i remained inland throughout. (1 of those things that happen when u dont plan, dont wanna plan, n wait). more enjoyable probably cos i absolutely cldnt wait any longer for the previous sem to come to an end. no, really. i know everyone cldnt wait too, but last sem sucked the living daylights outta me. n there is added novelty when i know time is precious, b4 next life-sucking sem starts. n for once in uni life, my dec isnt filled with back to back dancepracticesntrainingsessions keeping me busy, tired, in hall n ok yes, slim too. i say im slim when i can see my abs, hee.&lt;br /&gt;so this time, ive got time. to do things i wanna do, like meeting up with pple ive missed, or never had time for. spending time with friends, which took sometime for a head-smacking revelation to happen, i now believe is underated,at least in my life. coming from a grp of close friends who dont call dont text n meet up maybe 5 times a yr,yet still close as ever, it seemed perfectly fine to continue like that. esp me being how bochup abt million n one things right? i dont wanna start going thru all the thots in my head abt how n y i get to this, cos really its pure logic n nature yet somehow its something that till u see it urself, u'll never quite digest it well. if u dont get what im saying here, i hope, for ur sake, u get a head-smacking revelation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, time lets me chill more here n there,n while chilling, i think abt stuff. im not 1 of those who sit ard alone n think hard abt stuff. its way too intense for me. i think abt stuff on the go n yes, wait for head-smacks here n there. its probably almost a split sec for me. 1 of the things that occured to me for example, is that i think id wldlike to work at starbucks n be a barista when im done studying. its cos 1)i wanna learn how to make coffee n 2) wanna meet different pple everyday.not dead set ill do it, but its a thot n one that comes with lotsa explaination to do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now im starting to wonder who actualyl wld wanna read my stuff abt my life n brain n the works. i used to give informative stuff while i was in milan cos really there was alot more to report on. but now.... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;blogging is weird in the first place.for someone like me.i NEVER thot id be one of those... goodness what have i morphed into! but started blogging cos its serisuoly the most efficient way to update pple when i was away. i knew i was entertaining then, cos really, i report on cock stuff, but now, nothing entertaining n ive become this self absorbed blogger.&lt;br /&gt;(ok, i just realised i JUST had a head-smack moment there. told u it comes suddenly n here n there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116733433154103627?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116733433154103627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116733433154103627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116733433154103627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116733433154103627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116710681684964998</id><published>2006-12-26T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:20:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats christmas...</title><content type='html'>before anythign else, hope ur christmas has been merry. if not, no worries, u still have say, 13days to make it right :) amazing how forgiving we r abt holidays n somehow down the line of humanity n tradition we make sure we get to ensure that our festivities r in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then what exactly is xmas to u, or the next breathing thing next to u? from an absolute generic pt of view, xmas is abt allowing urself to eat n drink abit more (or alot?), n share the love man.... share the love by means of spenidng time together, making effort to meet up with pple n relatives u see say, twice a yr(the other occasion being CNY, in my case at least), n of cos, the old practice of getting presents. im terribly ungrateful during xmas truth be told. every yr i complaint abt gettting trashy presents, ok less of a complaint but jsut a passing comment since im how used to it after 22yrs. but the fact is, alot of effort goes into getting the presents, even tho u know not much thot was put into getting a box of essential oils n spa foams. nonetheless, the sheer effort to mall hop n pick gift after gift for everyone, n then to queue in line forever to get them wrapped (or even just the wrappers).n then , to carry the loads of shopping bags n walk in orchard rd alongside a whole mass of fellow shoppers, all too preoccupied with gettting the next gift than they r of pple ard them. then to spice things up, we have rain that never ceases, or be tricky n difficult by pouring for 2secs n then let mr sunshine take over for 5secs, only to come back with greater revenge n evil laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to put it all in perspective. we get gifts cos its the right n polite thing to do. u dont wanna be caught with ur pants down when some sweet friend who got u somehting yet u have nothing in return. so xmas is now abt being polite. i bet u the 3 wisemen could never have expected the impact their gold, frankincense n myrrh would ever have up till 2006yrs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to add, we have starbucks who embraces the festive mood to boot with their gingerbread latte,n sinful peppermint chocolates n even dressed them in festive cheery red take away cups. to start a cold n rainy mrng with a cuppa hot peppermint chocolate simply melts my heart n give me suchs boost i feel i can save the world for the day :) im sucha sucker for this peppermint hot chocolate that i get it every possible chance i can esp since its only for the festive period! damn u starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok, now that the shopping madness of everyone else has pretty much simmered down, im gonna start getting presents i owe. i refuse to shop with everyone. the mass of people i constantly face depletes any shopping mood since i can only think of buldozing the poeple infront of me. plus i hate getting presents for the sake of getting them, or worst to meet some sort of a deadline for it. how forced i say. presents shld be given when u actually mean them, n really, the best ones r those that r least expected. cos it means u were actually thinking of them, sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next christmas, ill try to be even less ungrateful n more forgiving abt presents, esp since i know im tremendously difficult to buy for, even my best of friends go half mad crackin their heads.ive obviously been complained to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i thank everyone for everything for the past 22yrs. id like to believe it not cos its christmas, but well, maybe its this mrng hot chocolate. im not abt to list for who im thankful for n for what, u know who r, n know that i do think of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till new yr where we make pseudo resolutions cos its what pple do yet again, enjoy the holidays :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116710681684964998?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116710681684964998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116710681684964998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116710681684964998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116710681684964998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-christmas_26.html' title='whats christmas...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116681836776597896</id><published>2006-12-23T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:12:47.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner at garibaldi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/444163/IMG_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from a pretty darn gd dinner at garibaldi (purvis st) . i went there with pretty high expectations cos apparently its the bench mark for italian food in spore. i didnt take much pics on the the food we had, which was a gastronomy tasting menu with all the hotter items on the menu pieced together. all the dishes didnt disappoint! tho none blew my mind away, but at least i was satisfied with all of them, so thats really quite good. well, how we rate restaurants/eateries etc ultimately boils down to 1 question - 'will u come back again?'. dont need to talk abt service, ambience food quality blahblahblah... just get to the pt. if they have done enough right, u'll come back. period.&lt;br /&gt;so, for someone who has been spoilt rotten, n willing to come back,garibaldi indeed does deserve some mention. places on my 'ill-be-back' list r really far n few between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/384415/IMG_1697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mojito done well. very well actually. not that im a mojito expert or tester, but this is really the best one ive had. so good, my company for the evening ordered 1 more so we wont have to share. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/854951/IMG_1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/497381/IMG_1719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dining in 2s. the pics u get will naturally be indiv shots, sadly. but of cos the attentive waiters will offer to take a pic for u together, but really, either its jsut bad luck time n time again or they really do suck at taking pictures. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/21602/IMG_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/902531/IMG_1751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished meal ended with molten lava chocolate cake with hazelnut gelato for her, n aged parmesan with balsamic for me. n of cos, the almost-customary trip to the ladies b4 leaving. why is it that females have to pee so much? a smaller bladder than our male counterparts? or is it that we r just really that worried that we might need to pee later? n y is it that men dont seem to have this habit? gender differences in the smallest of ways, yet nonetheless very intrigueing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/704477/IMG_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/481622/IMG_1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/493387/IMG_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;some random shots on my way back. ive been playing ard the cam n learning a bit more (tiny biiiiiitttt) abt how to manually adjsut stuff. i always asked abt these things over the yrs, but never asked-n-took-action. so naturally i forget n head straight back to sq 1. these aints gd shots etc, but heck, its my tiny first step to taking better pics! n it indeed is damn fun. even my companion got interested n started snapping here n there. (not to mention that she took a pic of the lady's hairdo over at the table behind me n asked if she cld cut like that too. handy cam ay...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116681836776597896?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116681836776597896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116681836776597896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116681836776597896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116681836776597896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/dinner-at-garibaldi.html' title='dinner at garibaldi'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116672998844819110</id><published>2006-12-22T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:39:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random things</title><content type='html'>i am terribly sorry for even sharing sucha cock pics. cock as in disgustingly bad in resolution.i mean i know how annoying it is to look at a blur pic. its like somehting polking ur eye n it does something to ur brain n ur insides... to a pt, sometimes revolting.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, u see, its a cam off my hp. i had a pretty decent 1megapix cam phone, but i had to (in gd ol' janeyhia fashion, keeping very true to myself obviously) drop it into the toilet bowl. it was a very young phone, barely 6mth f**king months old but served me well nonetheless. (rest in peace phone.. im sorry i drowned u.) ANYWAY, this phone i have, is one of those now-considered-old ones n the camera is maybe 0.005megapix if i had to guess. so,once again, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;its the reason id wanna change phone, (to get a kick ass cam cos i love shooting random stupid things i see)but i refuse to pay again for a new one, n i really like this really-not-that-old but no fuse hp my mother handed down to me. (she got a snazzy blackberry one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/536653/ert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i know u cant read the text so ill type it out... it actually said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;' FULLY SOLD, THANKS BE TO GOD' , no kidding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was driving at the newton round about, n jsut b4 i got into it, i saw the banner n was like' they actualyl said that!' i cld have taken a better pic but really, i was enterting the round about. n THAT round about, if u drive, u'd agree that i shld keep the damn phone n jsut drive. it was peak hr by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/175378/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a 70+? yr old uncle at mos. n im not talking about the burger joint. the pics is horribl also becos i had to zoom zoom zoom cos no way i wanted to walk up to him for a pic. he amused me to bits i tell u! i actually had my first encounter with him at the entrance where he happily walked pass the door bitch saying ' special entry for me huh, no need pass...' in a very cheeky tone of cos. thsi uncle,dressed in polo tshirt like all uncles in spore do n with id say, extremely retro glasses,  was dancing ( with young girls of cos ) n occasionally blew his whistle. NO. LITERALLY, his whistle. peep peep peep! pple in mos is a bit weird. i told myself the next time im there, im gonna bring my real cam n take pics of pple. till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116672998844819110?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116672998844819110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116672998844819110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116672998844819110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116672998844819110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-things.html' title='random things'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116672873962609015</id><published>2006-12-22T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:47:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder....</title><content type='html'>is it me, or r there more n more singaporeans these days who are wearing woolen scarfs??? cos really, ive seen it b4 i was thinking, ok, just 1 very off lady. but today, i saw this young teen girl with this woolen scarf, (not very woolen but nonetheless) wrapped round her neck. n im saying this cos upon seeing that girl, im thinking its like a new trend of some sort. possibly inspired by the non-stop rain? but man, its very very strange to me, this new trend, if it is to start, or started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok, i jsut saw 2 more somewhat younger ladies wearing woolen scarfs today. its a new trend i say.the xmas mood im quite sure, has a part in this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116672873962609015?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116672873962609015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116672873962609015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116672873962609015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116672873962609015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116642538264104613</id><published>2006-12-18T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:14:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toast season</title><content type='html'>ive laid off bread since i got back from milan. i did eat alot of those jsut b4 i left, n of cos hwen i was in milan. the bread there is HOW gd. anyway, now that ive got sometime to actually enjoy a bit more of leisure dining in the comfort in a320, ive gotten back my 'bread days'. its toast actually. always enjoyed it. all i need is a gd jam n im sold. n butter of cos. butter saves the world i tell u. but these days, its been toast with sunny side up eggs! i love sunny side ups, those runny yolks r simply... divine. :) just fry up my eggs, very careful not to break the yolk, i just did with my last meal n i was how upset :( , then sprinkle some japanese rice seasoning? n a drizzle of sesame oil n im gd to go. of cos the toast with buttter, which i use to whip clean my plate to make sur ei get every bit of runny yellows.. yummy to boot i say. oh, then the other time i stir fried some bak kau with some ginger n onions instead of my jap seasoning, yummy to a bigger boot i say. so for now, eggs n toasts to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/320/225937/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a pic of my jam that im currently enjoying. i grabbed it from home, but ive had it b4 i remember it was gd. n indeed it is! not soo sweet n with chunks of strawberry. the way i like it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116642538264104613?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116642538264104613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116642538264104613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116642538264104613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116642538264104613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/toast-season.html' title='toast season'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116642336978027335</id><published>2006-12-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:29:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my family n our meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/289732/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok so my family had a bbq last wk. ive missed that stuff, since ive not been home for almost 2mths while sch contimues to torture me slowly. so bbq, n as always, we mass order meats n stuff from our wonderful QB supplier.&lt;br /&gt;just some pics of the amount we order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/115492/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats minced beef, id think its 2kg, but looking at the amount, im not too sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/348083/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mother of a slab of beef. 1 piece is maybe 5kg? we gotta cut it into slices ourselves tho. too bad the lamb chops didnt come thru that day, had some order miscom. i was looking forward to it tho, but oh well, im sure we'll be having another bbq sometime soon. we always do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/944819/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n bacon. 2kg. finally something i know the weight of. we eat so much buying in bulk is never a problem. we jsut need a trusty freezer (my family runs on 2 fridges n a freezer box enough to fit a human inside) n b4 we know it, its time to order away again! we save tonnes ordering from them. comparing meat prices to cold storage, i think its abt 2/3 the price at QB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116642336978027335?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116642336978027335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116642336978027335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116642336978027335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116642336978027335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-family-n-our-meat.html' title='my family n our meat'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116615763474797310</id><published>2006-12-15T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:55:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>judgemental sporeans emerged yet again</title><content type='html'>the asian games jsut ended. we've heard great news abt the sailing team, gd job boys. a half pg write up to sum up our winings with quotes like 'give urselves a pat on ur back..'. so thats ok, typical politically right ST as we r used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next half pg... this is where the 'judgemental sporean emerges'.&lt;br /&gt;'the straits times rates team spore performance at the doha asian games'&lt;br /&gt;A: golden glow...C : meets expecvtations...D:disappointing, F:fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather appalled when i saw it. these young chaps train like mad (i did sports, n really to be at their level, i say its a mind over matter thing, plus so many of them r doing Olevels n what not...so, its really young chaps). so anyway, after rating every sport based on how they faired n whether they delievered, they of cos had comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like 'Ng pei yi's inexperience told', D&lt;br /&gt;'A top- notch race boat did not help elsie lim', C&lt;br /&gt;'it says alot that none of the snooker and pool reps won a match',F&lt;br /&gt;'out in qualifying round, without scoring once, perhaps should not even have gone', F&lt;br /&gt;'no medal was expected n none was delievered,D&lt;br /&gt;'choo tze almost claimed spore's first golf medal.His teammates,however failed to shine'...D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i didnt mention those that got As n Bs, cos its besides the pt here.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, our sportmen n women were there, trying to hard, n here we r, even b4 they came back actually, u can hear it on radios etc n talks abt team spore, they shld have won this, who n who didnt deliever as expected... n im like pls la, what they need now is jsut support damn it. not someone to tell them what shld have. u think they dont know? those who didnt do as well as hoped, coming back to sucha write up n sentiments is just... discouraging no? they r under alot of pressure cos the govt seems to be putting in alot into sports (ok, more into sports) n so, they better deliever right? hai, i jsut feel so tired for these sport pple, train so hard, go compete, if they won, lucky for them they r off the hook, if not, then they came back to a country of finger-pointing men, judging them. seriously, if its so easy, u go win la.pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jsut had to say somehting. not that im THAT much of a patriot or anything.oh but i watch NDP every yr... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, singapore... y r we like that......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116615763474797310?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116615763474797310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116615763474797310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116615763474797310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116615763474797310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/judgemental-sporeans-emerged-yet-again.html' title='judgemental sporeans emerged yet again'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116600593193413121</id><published>2006-12-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:32:11.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>well, if uve been reading enough of my sort of self-absorbed blog (which i hate the fact that i just went on n on complaining, so teh), then u wld know that sch hasnt been kind &lt;strong&gt;last sem &lt;/strong&gt;(yes! i can finally say that) n it aont gonna be pretty next sem either. i hope the 'miso' (read it backwards, i did it so i dont get sued, but its funny how it turned out to be miso doesnt it? ) collab doesnt come thru, cos really, they r still functioning on a chinese-business-man mentality n simply gonna rip our research on 'cmf' jsut so they dont have to put resources into it themselves. so i say, no miso for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im been havin me-time. thnking about stuff thats post-grad cos really if i dont, then id be thinking 'someone jsut kill me already'. well i wanna do pottery, always wanted to, but that stuff doesnt come as cheap as i hoped for it to be.damn it. i wanna travel more. kimpok mentioned that he might be going to japan for a yr to jsut live there for a yr. n now im thinking i wanan do that too. doesnt have to be japan, jsut somewhere foreign. not sure ill eventually have the guts to do it since i like being comfy, where things r stable n right. but somehow or rather,its got my interest. i gotta get soem money first. im horrible at saving,n i bet some of u reading this must be nodding profusely at that sentence. then i think i wanna do the riding for the disabled too, helping disabled kids on a horsey going thru a some obsticle course of some sort. the only thing holding me back on that is the fact im not sure i can sustain. i dont wanna go for awhile n then maybe lose interest n then disappear. we shldnt do charity work like that, messes pple's schedule n lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, many plans n more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, short term goal is to pass this sem. long term goal is to pass next sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116600593193413121?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116600593193413121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116600593193413121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116600593193413121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116600593193413121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116568328609814926</id><published>2006-12-10T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:54:46.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LG e-book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/1600/507946/LGnote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/193307/LGnote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;everytime i see this post on core77(a design website) it makes my heart melt. its Beautiful, with a capital B. not only that, its rather amazing in saving the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- ecological laptop concept &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- fuel cell batteries &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- organic light-emitting diode (OLED) display technology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- batteries of the LG e-Book use&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natural gas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; methanol, and other eco-friendly liquid fuels. The fuel is stored in a transparent cylindrical hinge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- uses organic light-emitting diode (OLED) panels for display instead of the current liquid crystal display (LCD) panel. Unlike LCD, OLED does not need a frame around it, and it consumes less electricity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- HOWEVER, under this current technology, it’s extremely expensive to build such a laptop. But it’s possible,” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its not said when they will produce it but i think its a matter of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beautiful n can save the world. what more do u want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116568328609814926?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116568328609814926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116568328609814926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116568328609814926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116568328609814926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/lg-e-book.html' title='LG e-book'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116566940266419158</id><published>2006-12-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:03:22.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of enjoying time</title><content type='html'>its a sat, i have no plans to do anything or meet anyone n im quite fine with that. ive been sitting, ok, slouching, in very bad posture even for someone who doesnt have a slip disc, in my chair n watching episodes of heroes (which is apparently very gd, but i think its ok only, not exciting or intrigueing enough,heh) n now season 5 of 24. BUT, the problem lies now that the bloody tv-link doesnt load up 24 as well as it did for heroes! argh. if u were somewhere in my room without me knowing ur existence, u wld have seen my 1 too many attempts to strangle the damn monitor, or curse a little at it n then sigh in despair. argh. load pls LOAD. it seriosuly kills to leave pple hanging like that u know.damn u computer n the world of internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now think abt it. how we as a human race doing allt eh great wonders that we do ever since i dont know when , yet we allow the damn internet to be this carrot that is hanging infront of us. where we go, its always abt getting connected. when we;re in sch, the moment we get to a com, the first thing is to get msn up n running b4 anything else.y is this so? have we become sucha slave to the tech world that this is what we have become? ok, not that posting this wld actually change my life of not having msn to be the first thing running, but its just one of those , 'lets jsut stop to think'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i jsut realised ive diverted from my title. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in anycase, i meant to say that its been some time ive had sucha day. it actualy quite nice. in my own world( 'like since when jane isnt in her own world', ok i get it.) n hall is realy quiet this wkend. ive been here for most wkends so id know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now that 24 isnt loading up as well, im starting to think what i shal have for lunch/dinner/supper? my clock is still regretably a tad screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/656217/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random pic at o bar with studiomates. random n not trashy that is. right zq?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116566940266419158?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116566940266419158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116566940266419158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116566940266419158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116566940266419158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-of-enjoying-time.html' title='a day of enjoying time'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116539284554769916</id><published>2006-12-06T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:14:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURELY.</title><content type='html'>my 'SURELY' finally came.&lt;br /&gt;its amazing. tho the sem ended quite quietly (ok tho tonight we're going for drinks so..) but the feeling of acknowledging that my 'surely' has arrived, sure as hell makes it all the better.&lt;br /&gt;despite yesterday being one of the most depressing moments in sometime, seeing how my thesis went n all, it was sucha low really. then when one of my tutors, while tlaking to me brieftly, compared me to a donkey, things actually felt lighter on my shoulders. hah. it cld only go up ... so ok, i left feeling slightly better. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my newfound no-need-to-do-work time has been rather productive actualy. i had great sushi for dinner yesterday. then met up for simple yet splendid lunch. then came back n did laundry, cleaned my room. i can actualyl see my table now.( tho i dont see it sustaining much). n tonight we're going drinking. so alls gd. i cant wait to find appropriate time to go music shopping. that seriously is sooo satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im now gonna go catcha nap... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116539284554769916?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116539284554769916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116539284554769916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116539284554769916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116539284554769916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/surely.html' title='SURELY.'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116539219107563479</id><published>2006-12-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:03:11.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new low...</title><content type='html'>i typed  'indeed slaccis' while on msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supose to be 'indeed classic'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to swop all 'c' for 's'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new low, i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116539219107563479?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116539219107563479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116539219107563479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116539219107563479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116539219107563479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-low.html' title='a new low...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116526994400946716</id><published>2006-12-05T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:07:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5hrs more to presentation, 6hrs more to freedom</title><content type='html'>its 5.22am. im STILL doing my panels. the only reason y i still have time to blog its cos im waiting for my renders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never procrastinated this much ever.&lt;br /&gt;(a wonderful line abt procratination that ive heard :&lt;br /&gt;'procrastinating is like masturbating. u start of enjoying it but end up screwing urself' HOW good is that......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when u know uve hit the limit. there is this horrible DEADline, but there is absolutely no stress. i came back from my paper (of which i can only hope my crap is better than other pple's crap) at abt 3-4pm. then got a call to go for coffee n i barely gave a 2nd n thot, n replied 'ok sure!'. so went to get some dinner, some coffee (starbucks hot chocolate actually, its magical i tell u), then went grocery shoppin too! finally made my way back, abt 7. the the better of me decided i shld take a nap. but it was a short one. it got too hot to sleep further. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, rendered wrongly, gotta re-render)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok, i got up, showered cos i was soo mung-zhang. then finally got started a tad. then kimpok called n asked if i wanted to go get a drink at fs, n once again, the stressless side of me said 'ok, sure kimpok!'.. lucky we didnt take too long at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, at 11pm, i started work FOR REAL.n have been very consciously doing since then k.&lt;br /&gt;well, im getting a lil stressed cos i saw the 'sample panels' from the past yr n man... totally spoilt mkt to the max. damnit. ill just gotta see how it goes la. but no matter what by 815am latest, im getting out of here tog et my stuff printed in sch. this presentation is do or die. have or dont have. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok i jsut finised the most essential of the panels! yay! now to do the reseach bits n all.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since im done rendering everything, i shall head back. n hey, guess what, in less than 6hrs, ill get my SURELY! HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116526994400946716?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116526994400946716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116526994400946716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116526994400946716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116526994400946716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/35hrs-more-to-presentation-6hrs-more.html' title='3.5hrs more to presentation, 6hrs more to freedom'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116512437120468077</id><published>2006-12-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:39:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorbet story</title><content type='html'>ok, i said ill share abt sorbet story when i get the pics. the thing is, i always had them! jsut&lt;br /&gt;cldnt find it the last time... silly me,but none too rare of me ,too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so whats the excitement abt sorbet story? its this fantastic ice cream thats really the ebst in the nestle box at the engin co-op, we've made a bit of our rounds with that box n yes, sorbet story wins, we all conclude. its a peach sherbet (i think, it seems like it does have some milk in it cos the texture is different from the usual icey popcicle kind) on the inside, n coated with white tea sorbet on the outside (the icey popcicle kind).its a bit tangy n oh-so-siok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this is not y sorbet 'STORY' is making waves in studio. just read the text on the wrapper n u'll get the gist of what im saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/13104/P1100126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/732045/P1100127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always cracks me up when i read that crap. its how cock! with the guest starring 'white tea n peach'... n that oscar award bracket that says 'made with REAL FRUIT JUICE' but really, the winner of it all must be the fact that '1 fruit fell too far....... n only one tea leaf can bring her back......' jsut kill me alreday. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok, nonetheless, it got our attention, n we totoally enjoy sorbet story. a tad less for the story, but the sorbet is wonderful. :)  its $1.30 ( gone r the days when IC was $0.20 for lion stick). i ive only seen it at the engin-archi co-op. never tried the 7-11 at fs, but if its a nestle box, chances r they might have. so go get urs today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,i obviously took time off to blog just so 'i have something else to do'. 60% paper tmr, its a 1pm paper i jsut found out. hai. ok, back to reading.out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116512437120468077?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116512437120468077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116512437120468077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116512437120468077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116512437120468077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorbet-story.html' title='sorbet story'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116490771486014041</id><published>2006-12-01T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:28:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit more..</title><content type='html'>i jsut counted,my little bit more is somehting like 5 day! WOOOHOO! slwoly but surely jane... slowly but surely... i did FINALLY finish that damn thesis report of mine, sucked the living day lights outta me, but oh well, i finished, its done, n im glad it over. not too sure i did that gd a job, but oh well, we'll see how. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently trying to read up for my paper on monday. just got my freshly photocopied readings this afternoon.its a pain to read. i hate reading. prob cos im not a gd reader. i read stuff n half of it goes away, if not it doesnt even register into my brain at all to even go away. i never had the habit of reading books. pple say this bk that bk si SOOO gd that they simply cldnt put it down,i read da vinci code (quite b4 the whole craze started), read memoirs of a geisha,some of harry potters... those were suppose to be kickass gd, but heck, i totallymanaged to put them down the moment my eyes got a tad heavy. so ok, i never had the habit of reading. i learn so much more fr tv :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now looking forward to actually going home, im quite sure it has been prob 2mths now, its like a mini exchange in hall.jeese.how sad. kato, (my cat if u rem) prob thinks im dead or gone from this face of the earth, but not like he wld care. hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im gonna get back to reading. yucks. i need to digest a lil more. its open bk.the least i cld do to make sure i get the S (instead of U ) is to know where to flip on monday. oh shit. i dont even know what time n where is the exam. of cos i dont know my seat no. damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116490771486014041?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116490771486014041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116490771486014041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116490771486014041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116490771486014041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-bit-more.html' title='a little bit more..'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116463835426764751</id><published>2006-11-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:23:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ingenius 'slowly but surely'...</title><content type='html'>'slowly but surely' has been my line this whole sem.. it has helped def, esp in times of great great need... but how wonderful it is to spread the love n have my other studio mates spin off that same tag line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we have....drumroll........&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="mailto:$low!y@%^*$ure!y"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$low!y@%^*$ure!y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dying slowly AND surely&lt;br /&gt;- slowly.surely?&lt;br /&gt;- surely slowly&lt;br /&gt;- surely slower n slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully more to come....&lt;br /&gt;oh jeese... im a star! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116463835426764751?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116463835426764751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116463835426764751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116463835426764751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116463835426764751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ingenius-slowly-but-surely.html' title='the ingenius &apos;slowly but surely&apos;...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116463651600172192</id><published>2006-11-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:08:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still finding time to escape...</title><content type='html'>its monday night.my report is due wed 5pm.im obviosuly running away for a couple of mins from my report. im waiting my new printer coming in tmr. (stupid canon printer only lasted slightly more than a yr n servicing beyond waranty cost so much im better off with a new printer). im watching 'front' now on central, great variety show on arts stuff in spore.im feeling quite happy somehow. think cos i had a nap just now. not as smooth a nap as i hoped but ANY sleep these days leaves me smiling blissfully cos im still trying to work round my insomnia. i got my knockout flu pills tho, $0.40 for 10! if i finish all 10 n still have a prob, im going to the doc , pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wanted to share the sorbet story to those who havent a clue what it is, but i realised i dont haev the pics! argh... till i get them... sorry ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116463651600172192?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116463651600172192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116463651600172192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116463651600172192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116463651600172192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-finding-time-to-escape.html' title='still finding time to escape...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116453046757383372</id><published>2006-11-26T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:41:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for how long can u run?</title><content type='html'>its sunday afternoon... after bm, i took fri n sat to chill. quite generous as many wld consider, since thesis report is due next wed. i think i was jsut escaping. i always am. heh.its jsut something i needed to do, so i can focus after that break. for me, no pt trying to act all hardworking n get crackin immediately, cos it wld not be productive n i end up super frustrated cos i put in the time but get nothing out. ok, so as i said its sunday afternoon, i seriosuly gotta get my damn ass to it. jsut grab it by the damn horns n do it! argh! (ok, the rain DOESNT help, neither does the smell of fresh sheets.. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in anycase, u f**king thesis, here i come! 1.5wks more... ms janeyhia can do this!&lt;br /&gt;n to all my studio mates n their F-thesis, u hang in there too k. HANG IN THERE. when its all over, it will be sorbet story time....  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116453046757383372?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116453046757383372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116453046757383372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116453046757383372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116453046757383372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-how-long-can-u-run.html' title='for how long can u run?'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116435495274719982</id><published>2006-11-24T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:24:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bmw finally over...</title><content type='html'>ok, this is the sec time im posting this, i am HOW annoyed. n i was almost&lt;br /&gt;done aleady just now.lagi tamade annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;the whole bmw saga is finally over n boy r we glad we managed to pull it through. its been madness for 3mths, n now, hohoho... its over. despite all the crazy moments, temper explosions, no sleep, macdonalds n foam... it was a great project where we all def have learnt alot n i did have quite a blast. of the many things we learnt, the best must be 'to keep one another awake n get crackin on our model, we shout n scream 'SHUTUP LA U MORON... DONT BE LAZY LA MORON!...'indeed it does sound mean n horrible ubt man, we laugh n laugh n scream n scream... n still we totalyl get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proj is abt emotional addressing. we r all given a fixed box size to work with, n create a only-white space using forms etc to deliever that particular emotion we have chosen. my grp did seduction.. others were, zest,wonderment, harmony,romance,lightness,dynamism,curiosity,enticement n soothingness.&lt;br /&gt;after this proj, bmw is gonna ship these boxes back to munich, their headquaters for their designers, to inspire them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/703752/P1100124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final model making in the process... slowly but surely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/808982/P1100150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mrng at 530am, jsut b4 bmw presentation/exhibition at 2pm. we finally finished out model n was, well, def on a high... thats alec my boss, then zq-the-lucy, n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/699058/P1100162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bmw exhibition at sde foyer. air filled with relief n satisfaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/779181/P1100173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris bangle (whom dr y, refer to as CB...) is the cheif designer of bmw. what took us 3mths to figure out how to evoke seduction, he took 3mins to regurgitate to us exactly what we did. no wonder he is where he is.smart man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/69448/P1100315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy friends, all smiley... me, lucy,ly n sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/880413/P1100234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane n 'jane'. proof of hardwork(till u dont have time to go home n change), friendship, n oh come on, STYLE man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/962060/P1100325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;our model fromt he outside. which looks really different from the inside...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/331706/P1100331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the 3 of us, goofying ard AGAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/962893/P1100138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally, we present 'seduction'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5510/2272/400/965505/P1100335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;team seduction. must be one of the best grps ive ever had...alec, ure a wonderful boss.ive learnt alot.n zq, u bring the shits out of me la u... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116435495274719982?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116435495274719982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116435495274719982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116435495274719982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116435495274719982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/bmw-finally-over.html' title='bmw finally over...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116407618415475362</id><published>2006-11-21T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:29:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final countdown man...</title><content type='html'>ok, so we've got 1 last day to finish up bmw, n this time, its do or die. no extension of deadline,n no bullshitting at the end. u show what u have at the end,period. so ok, my grp is doing pretty alright, we're almost done, yay! jsut hopw nothing else screws up, like the pieces coming in later come on time n come in the right dimensions etc... pls dont fuck with us now... plssssss&lt;br /&gt;then after that, if we finish early, we can go lend our 2 hands to others so we all can finish up n not let dr. y look bad.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im in early today, managed to get back early last night, leaving studio b4 midnight feels so damnit gd... n after a whole wk of insomnia n bad sleeping patterns, i finally managed to get to bed at 1plus, n actually slept pretty well, till i woke up at 545am n oh-oooh... cant sleep already. so tossed AGAIN till 7ish n i was like 'oh heck it, im just gonna head downn start work...' we're meeting at 10am only see... so now ive done some, made a trip to the hardware stall n greeted  'zao an aunty, you shi wo lai le....'. then im back n having hall  bfast, ( i finally found normal bfast time to be able to get bfast, even if its jsut 1 more bfast, at least stupid hall wont earn that 1 bfast's money...damn u). so jsut had my bfast, n once again, im left feeling oily n yucky in my tumtum yucks, pui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,im gonna stop now, gonna start clearing up some trash so we all have more space n hey, maybe we'll live a little longer too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116407618415475362?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116407618415475362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116407618415475362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116407618415475362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116407618415475362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/final-countdown-man.html' title='final countdown man...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116351376846150278</id><published>2006-11-14T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:16:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many unglam pics on the wolfgang's bmw website...</title><content type='html'>this is too..... i dont even know what to say....&lt;br /&gt;i think ANYONE outside studio who sees these pics r gonna wonder if i EVER take classes seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/DSC02817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/DSC03161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/DSC02824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;class photo also cannot pose n smile properly... can die or not tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/DSC03147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/DSC03147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/DSC02818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/DSC02818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116351376846150278?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116351376846150278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116351376846150278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116351376846150278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116351376846150278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-many-unglam-pics-on-wolfgangs-bmw.html' title='too many unglam pics on the wolfgang&apos;s bmw website...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116343784619358343</id><published>2006-11-14T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:10:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 wks....</title><content type='html'>in 3 wks, everything depressing will end.&lt;br /&gt;like i mentioned, at that time,it wldnt matter how it all ended, but the thing is , IT ENDS.&lt;br /&gt;slowly but surely friends.... indeed it will all end.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116343784619358343?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116343784619358343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116343784619358343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116343784619358343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116343784619358343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-wks.html' title='3 wks....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116271640776322434</id><published>2006-11-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:46:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still slowly but surely?</title><content type='html'>im trying to start on my thesis report now, but the more i do, the more i realisd how fucked i am man.. tamade chialat.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope somehow in the next 4wks i manage to come up with something. this is too depressing... :( n now, all i wanna do is run away n go for holiday. ok, so im giving myself thots abt a holiday at the end when all these shits end (HOW it ends, doesnt matter, it just has to end. ill worry when the results r out n see whether i tapao-ed this sem...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cont abt my worries, tell me how im gonna write a 40pg report when i even have problems writing a proper spelling error-free, grammatically right blog post. tamade-tamade-chialat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but any case, i find other stuff to entertain myself. i watch channelnews asia half the time im at my com. its pretty gd stuff u know. other than news,there stuff like japan hr, dynamic korea n random small news like how koreans have cooking classes for dog food, so they make beatiful cakes n what not to pamper their lil woof-woofs. PLUS, they have series on 'whats that abt' (sat, 830pm) which is awesome! i jsut caught a repeat on it n do u know that a toast(say, with jam, butter ...) will always fall with the spread-side down?(its apparently not due to the jam, but due to the table height) n what gives the potato chips its crunch is tiny lil air bubbles escaping?(imagine a balloon, when u poke it, it pops... now imagine tonnes of those in ur lil piece of chip)&lt;br /&gt;brilllant show. to whoever who says watvhing tv is degrading... 'every min im watching this stuff, its making me smarter..HAH!'. told u tv is the world best invention, beats aircon k.&lt;br /&gt;oh, another show thats quite fun watching is 'isaac', by isaac mizrahi who is just funny in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, im getting more n more lazy when it comes to cooking my meals... so i settle for instant mee, which is bad i know! but heck, i dont evenhave to leave my room to get a meal. oh well, not that i eat that stuff 3 times a day... just once really... cos now my bioclock is such that i eat every 12hrs... n can get by with jsut a meal a day ( thats when i sleep the other half the day away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think ive run away for long enough, i obviously blog so i have 'something to do ' b4 i get my white ass to work....&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats now then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116271640776322434?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116271640776322434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116271640776322434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116271640776322434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116271640776322434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-slowly-but-surely.html' title='still slowly but surely?'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116224241943115780</id><published>2006-10-31T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T05:06:59.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drugie n a cat</title><content type='html'>its 420am, i still have problem sleeping, but now a tad less due to stress, but no thanks to a bad wk that simply killed my sleeping bioclock. to force sleep,i take my relaxants.. which now has been promoted from my shelves to my bedside. its horrible la, i knwo ishldnt take, but heck, i need to sleep when i have time to! oh, n the fact that my freshly-grad pharmacy friends tell me that it causes gastric.. chialat la. plus now, my day has evolved to me having 12hrly feed each day n ive gotten alot more temperamental.yucks. i get so sian in a split sec n sometimes i dont even know what caused it.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i just keep thinking of the end of the sem (if i think abt the journey to the end of the sem, id be in depresion in NO TIME), of which, im still trying to see how i can find some short trip somewhere b4 i can head back to sch again. iwant to go for holidayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : do kindly help urself n stop reading this blog if u find it too depressing. i ASSURE u, its not gonna get any merrier. (confirm plus guarantee chop, n chop till 2nd pg can still see....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/DSCF2622.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is totally random, but this is my cat, kato. ok i know i said this blog aint gonna get my merrier, but i jsut felt like putting my cats pic up. kinda miss him tho i know he doesnt really love me. damn.anyway, he's a piece of nua sai i tell u. whole day sleep sleep sleep. he looks like a cat, but seriously i doubt he knows hes a 1. u see, my aunty suba picked him up when he was really tiny. his eyes werent open yet! so rbought to the vet n all, to nurse him n what not, n finally 1 fine day his eyes opened n who did he see? the hia family. so really he thinks hes human n we're his mother/father/aunty/grandma/cousin/sister/brother...&lt;br /&gt;certain things hes damn clever. like, when we have aircon in the living rm, he will sneak in n sprawl all over the couch n sleep half a day. if no one watching tv(so no aircon) then he'll go sleep in aunty silos rm when the fan is switched on nice n big. other than that, i think my aunties say he doesnt really sleep. OH! n he knows how to choose his human i tell u. he wldnt dare to be too funny with my aunties cos they will spank him. some pple he wldnt care if we died, like erm me. hai. but others like my brother, wah this stupid cat will never scratch him lor! ok, so ben has too soft a heart to spank him, then again ben doesnt have to clean his shit n pee....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other times, hes jsut plain stupid. like when he saw another cat, the first thing he did was to turn ard n run for cover! (hello, talk abt making friends...) then he got a tad better n braver when there was this tiny lil kitten at out backyard. n all he did all day was to hide n watch him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116224241943115780?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116224241943115780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116224241943115780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116224241943115780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116224241943115780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/drugie-n-cat.html' title='drugie n a cat'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116205838440118887</id><published>2006-10-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:59:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my little hideout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/Image013.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, so i spend jsut abt every min here in my hideaway, cept when im in sch working my ass off, or the occasional dinners :) ive been home abt 3 times in 10wks? thats cos ive just had so much work (n more to come damnit) that i just dont quite get to go home..my com n work stuffs in hall so when i go home,its really not a work place... simply n seriously, a place to nua.&lt;br /&gt;so ok, this is my life.where i live most of my time...&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 shelves of food, but can barely fill half with work.ive got like 4 design bks, the rest still at home. (ive not touch 3 of them) n 2 borrowed bks fr the lib, whcih is sucha feat i tell u. sam wld know, right sam?&lt;br /&gt;my table is cluttered with mess, which i grew to work ON it. realy, i work with papers, postit pads, rulers etcetcetc under my hand when im typing... cadding ... i used to clear the mess in yr1, n overtime i gave up. it comes back in less than a day so y bother right? its a mess but i say organised-mess. i can find my stuff so y bother packing huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image014.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats a close up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i finally read the news papers. i never seem to be able to find it in hall.. n just nw i happen to see it in the kitchen so i grabbed it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im using this prdt that i did in milan. some proj abt office stationary. so i did a notice board pin holder.which since i got it made via RP(rapid prototyping) in milan cos it was jsut tooo much work to make my own n after spending all that money buying materials n all, oh heck just get someone to do it for me. well, its red oviously, n works pretty damn gd for me man! yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats my bed, which i ALWAYS see no pt in making after getting up cos well, im gonna mess it up again what. BUT, i do change my sheets.every 2 wks? ok sometimes 3 when i forget when the last time i changed them.hah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next to my bed is my picasso, which, was suppose to be hung up like 10wks ago when i shifted in,but never got to it cos i dont have hooks.ive decided sometime back to jsut leave it as it is.. like artyfarty way of hanging it? ya, like real. oh, but i did think of hanging it in gilly's room, which was my previous room, which had hooks. like, 'dont waste teh hooks man...' i did buy them what... but then again, im tooo lazy to even bring it there.hah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image016.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats my hotplate. ok, n my shoes... i obviously dont have a shoe rack, cos well, the hotplate kinda took over its place. last yr, my shoe rack was a wooden plank of wood on a a4 carton box cover.obviously over time, the rack collasped, but not like i did naything abt it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats gilly cooking dory. during 1 of our lil cooking session. most of the time , we jsut cook in my room :) somehow smell hasnt been THAT big of a prob. n convenience it SOOOO the word. i jsut make half a turn, n boil water. half a turn back n go back to my com.5mins later nmake that half turn again n pop in the instant mee... n stir stir abit n then turn back. n at my next turn, id have dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, thats 1 of our nights produce, sambal dory. looks pretty gd, but tasted a tad funky. thanks to stupid maggie n their supposedly sambal in this tiny packet. it was SWEET! not hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/200/Image006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, im done now, reporting abt my mini life. its a sad life. hai... but oh wel, i like my little hideout where since i live alone,i dont have to bother too much! yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116205838440118887?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116205838440118887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116205838440118887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116205838440118887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116205838440118887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-little-hideout.html' title='my little hideout'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116203893404524592</id><published>2006-10-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:35:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day...</title><content type='html'>cos i slept for 16hrs. i wld hvae slept even more, or at least nua-ed in bed but i decided for the better n went out for dinner instead cos its the only way i was getting out of bed for real.&lt;br /&gt;ive decided not to do work at all today, its going to be real blistful n smiley day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116203893404524592?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116203893404524592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116203893404524592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116203893404524592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116203893404524592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh happy day...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116167293914365536</id><published>2006-10-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:55:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a nua sai (lazy piece of shit)</title><content type='html'>gd mrng friends, ok, sorry, afternoon. i slept at 7 n got up at 2... ok, 230. which is pretty decent sleep i say.. plus no more tossing anymore! which is weird cos presentations r even closer now. but somehow, in my janeyhia way, im just a nua sai now.so feeling so lazy n not stressed, which is weird.but oh well, im not complaining, at least now i can sleep..n really well too!&lt;br /&gt;im jsut blogging now cos im sooo damn lazy to start work... right now, i just really feel like eatin island creamery's ice cream. anna jsut reminded me that ive not had them since i left for milan..aiyo...!&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i just gotta get my lazy ass to work now, oh wait. i suspect im hungry, maybe illl go cook now! yay! ok out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116167293914365536?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116167293914365536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116167293914365536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116167293914365536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116167293914365536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-nua-sai-lazy-piece-of-shit.html' title='im a nua sai (lazy piece of shit)'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116144943123763775</id><published>2006-10-22T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:40:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK FRIENDS,&lt;br /&gt;i need major help with dessert pics!(i need pics to be taken personally, OR SEEMINGLY PERSONAL..haha) ok i need specific pictures actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2) pancakes&lt;br /&gt;3)rice dumplings (so long its sweet, has a rice/glutinous rice flour skin n some liao inside, its ok!eg, tang yuan, japs also have some similar form... im even gonna push it n try ang ku kuay.. etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need any of the 3 in ANY FORM,flavour, type etc... i just need to compare these desserts n how they vary ACROSS CULTURES... like how island creamery has burbur hitam flavour... japos have wasabi... turkish have their sticky ice creams etc... okok?i need them pronto! cos ive got this submission like next wed is draft then 2 wks later the final sub! heh.. thanks ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116144943123763775?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116144943123763775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116144943123763775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116144943123763775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116144943123763775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/help.html' title='help!!!!!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116142768630058999</id><published>2006-10-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:48:06.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to die already</title><content type='html'>ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;im cadding bloody swarovski now, n have been for i dont know how long... its really simple. the design that is. n all i need is to finish it off by filleting the edges... BUT to do that, i need to boolean(thanks sj, not bullion) join the pieces n THAT , my friend,is a hell of a bitch!!!! it jsut wldnt boolean join! i even tried b.difference, n b intersection, jsut in case rhino is wonky as it always is... but NO... still it just 'boolean failed' me all the fucking time. for now, its enough. ill try it again on a very happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, random fact highlight :  watching tv might lead to autism. (time.com)&lt;br /&gt;jeese, n i jsut told u fellas that the tv the is best invention, even b4 the aircon. damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116142768630058999?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116142768630058999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116142768630058999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116142768630058999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116142768630058999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-die-already.html' title='i want to die already'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116137410742182033</id><published>2006-10-21T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:55:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very upset</title><content type='html'>its 3.40am, i went to bed at 3am thinking that jeese, im soo tired after only having 3hrs of sleep the night b4 so i think i can finally get some decent sleep without the tossing in bed for 2-3hrs b4 eventually dosing off. but no, i STILL end up tossing cos my brain wldnt stop, tho somehow when i think of the swarovski proj im suppose to do, im instantly a tad more sleepy. for real! n then once the 'moment' is gone, im back to tossing. tho i did try to constantly think of swarovski, but after awhile, it lost effect...so after 30mins of tossing thot im seriously dead beat, i gave up, gotout of bed, pom a can of kopi, n im back to work.. hopefully i can chopchop get it over n done with, so i can sleep for real.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit, i know whats gonna happen later... when im done with work, n do warrent myself some sleep, ill be awake thanks to the kopi, n then ill stil #$^%$#%% wont be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;kil me . pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a wk now, if i get any sleep, its thanks to the 2 muscle relaxant pills thats suppose to be for my back, but now it has a new use for it, to help me sleep cos it one of those make-u-drousy pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116137410742182033?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116137410742182033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116137410742182033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116137410742182033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116137410742182033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-upset.html' title='very upset'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-116132670688878617</id><published>2006-10-20T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:45:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aircon is the next best invention after the tv</title><content type='html'>its so damn it hot i can dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... ive brought my ah pek singlets back. if u dont know what that it, lemme tell u. its this SWAN BRAND cheap ass white singlet that ah peks wear. jsut $2 n keeps me very happy.its so hot these days i even wore it to studio the other day. zq was even shocked that its the ah pek singlet cos she said it looked pretty gd man! but that one was a relatively new one, b4 it got all stretched with hu-mon-gus(how to spell ah?damn it) armholes n what not.heh therefore i say, the aircon is the next best invention after the tv. hot but still need tv for entertainment, esp when i learn so many ramdom stuff from the tv! lke how the platypus is the 3rd most poisonous animal in the world... (dont ask me for the 1st 2... i cant rememeber) another source of random learning is from time magazines, or time.com. i learn stuff like dark ages in space which ocured after the big bang...n stuff like, hobbits may not be a myth! theres research done in indonesia,java, where they found bones of a fully grown women who is only 1m tall! n the ave height of men there is less than 1.5m... they obviously had some chiem-mo name for it, like something-something-sepien but of cos those things i also dont rememebr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i gotta go get ready to see my prof for thesis. yucks. jsut wanna go n chopchop go! i wonder what will it be today from him... armani? club 21? 26k watch ? OH! i know! his son's wedding!we're gonna get a earfull of it... eeew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116132670688878617?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116132670688878617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116132670688878617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116132670688878617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116132670688878617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/aircon-is-next-best-invention-after-tv.html' title='the aircon is the next best invention after the tv'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116118610963666300</id><published>2006-10-18T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:41:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!</title><content type='html'>ok anna,&lt;br /&gt;this is soooo for u, once again.&lt;br /&gt;ure always the reason for my '1st' posts!&lt;br /&gt;anywya, im sooo tired n im gonna zzz now cos i got proj meeting at 730am. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i found time to find my way to this webpg to write u this.. so wah-lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116118610963666300?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116118610963666300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116118610963666300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116118610963666300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116118610963666300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back_18.html' title='im back!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-116118604281309954</id><published>2006-10-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:40:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-116118604281309954?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/116118604281309954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=116118604281309954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116118604281309954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/116118604281309954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='im back!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-115322569936239239</id><published>2006-07-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:34:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last moments in milan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(PS:pictures inserted are TOTALLY RANDOM. i jsut thot i upload some... if i missed u out, im sorry.really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peps. Ok, so I know I wasn’t hardworking n blogging as much as I used to for ur entertainment, I got lazy la. Too tedious. But I must say, im rather proud I actually sustained it for THIS long.appreciate pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/DSCN4347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is my last day in Milan…or rather last few moments… im in Milan linate airport lounge waiting for my flight to Amsterdam where I will wait for 8 bloomin hrs b4 I catch my flight to spore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got news that I can come home today which is awesome cos my leg aint holding up too well la, been downing 4 painkillers a day, or to substitute that, I lied in bed for the whole of 2 days after getting back for London. Like seriously, in bed, the only times I get up was to the toilet n to get food, after which I return to my lil make shift hut , sit to finish my food, then back to my horizontal position n continue with my movies. I watched everything I had man, even if Ive seen it before or know it half-sucked… I desperately wanna get back to get this retarded leg of mine checked, hopefully it’ll just go away. Well it doesn’t help that health care here is a bit worrying. Went to the doc for the 2nd time n he started me on steroid jabs! Not just normal ones, but ‘forte’ = ‘strong’. 6 jabs for 6 continuous days, in my white Singaporean ass.. damn,,, took 2 then when I got to London, the docs there refuse to jab me, (well I had to find someone to jab me , not that im willing to be my own test subject.) anyway, the London doc saw my prescription (in Italian so therefore she refuse to jab me cos she didn’t know exactly what its for n don’t wanna get suspended shld I die) n she had a look on her face man… it’s the, ‘oh man, we NEVER give such stuff! Its way too strong n even if they did it was oral n not jabs…’ ok, so that’s a tad too much to say on a lady’s face but u get what I mean…so I took only 2 jabs, anyone needs steroids? Forte Italian ones k!! they have the immaculate power of destroying careers n causing blue-blacks on my white Singaporean ass… so lelong lelong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/heineken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok, that’s y im going back now! Jx n lynn still in Milan tho, ok, lynn will be travelling in italy down south, jx probably just stay in Milan I think, poor chap la, if I cld pack him into my suitcase n check him in all the way to spore so he can go back I wld! He’s still there, n I was suppose to also, cos there aint tix for any earlier date till our original tix on the 31st. HANG IN THERE JX! statying longer means more rent, n what not… jeese! N we didn’t wanna travel anymore cos well, ive spend way too much over the past 4-5mths, (just picture my beautiful xing papa n mama nodding their heads profusely at that sentence…then again mummy, ive got like 5 issues of vogue straped to myself cos my sam’s kina overweight, but just for u k! n not just Italian ones, ive got Spanish, English n ill get u a dutch one when I get to Amsterdam, feelin the love? Im sorry dad, but I think italian ‘good look’ hair gel will probably cause hair loss here, u can never trust these stuff here, but u know I love u right? J ) n jx wanna get a new cam… so… hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im in the lounge now, n there’s coffee n what not, so that’s great. (in italy, the one thing they got right is their coffee, so u can imagine what Ive got in samsonite right now.illy coffee is a third the price compared to spore! N that’s after working out the exchange man). Then there r lil booths for lappies n I asked the man in charge if there is internet n he said there is wifi! So yay! Good job linate! Then after connecting, or rather, not connecting n checking with the man again, then I realise its not free, its something u gotta pay via some server etcetcetc… damn it… n I thot, MAYBE its not so bad.. I mean in spore there r free internet booths everywhere! Argh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1000750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, last 2 days in Milan, no going out n what not, just me n my mattress on the floor n my lil red ikea heart with 2 hands, oh n my Italian T&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oshiba.yes, still Italian. Wanted to get my last bits of pastry from my pastry shop n I guess to try n say goodbye via charades (I don’t think ive ever had to spell that word in my life so really, u gotta pardon me if its wrong cos I wldnt know). But think I was too lazy n the fact that everytime I got up my damn retarded limp my mine wld start getting cranky… ok, plus the fact that I was thinking of bak chor mee for the past 2 days.. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, do I love Milan? For one, Milan I have concluded must be one of the ugliest cities. Not that ive seen a lot, but comparing with other cities like berlin,munich,Amsterdam,London,Barcelona,paris… plus the fact that it’s a ‘fashion capital’ (note the “ )… seriously, its bad la. Ok, so maybe the fashion street that I thankfully went during the sale since im in damn Milan was quite nice… other than that, yucks. N I soooo confirmed it once again on my way to the airport in a cab. If ure thinking of coming to Milan, I tell u straight up, unless its for shopping, n uve got that kinda on money to do that kind of shopping (sales r really gd tho), don’t bother coming here. Even for the Milan fair, I wasn’t blown away (then again I concluded im jaded from all these ‘designer’ stuff) quite fun, but not mind blowing. Lets just say I wldnt pay to come to Milan just to see the fair again. In all, Milan is LUCKY they have the duomo cathedral to save their city, oh ok n lagi lucky to have the last supper painting too… so in all, its interesting to have lived in Milan , or Europe for 4-5mths, but im not dying to stay here, or like, I must work here blahblahblah… im all cool going home, guess cos ill have familiar voices in my ears again… (ok, I don’t know y but when that sentence came out all I thot of was gilly billies infamous laughter, u see the effect u have on me gilly!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is my last entry from Milan. Seriously, I doubt ill cont blogging about my life when I get back to spore. Maybe abt food yea, schools work will most likely be about complaints so… not much la. So essentially, this might just be the LAST ENTRY on janeyhia. So take out ur tissues n tear a lil, n heck, u better start downloading movies n what not to past time… its been great having u fellas read I guess, save me time on updating each n everyone of u. tho I have no idea who reads, how often u read n how many pple reads my dyslexic writing. Sorry abt that. Ok actually im not, not that I bother to do ‘spell check’. Hah. ok so last one for u fellas…&lt;br /&gt;Out. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115322569936239239?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115322569936239239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115322569936239239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115322569936239239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115322569936239239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-moments-in-milan.html' title='last moments in milan....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-115248573121738514</id><published>2006-07-10T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:10:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barcelona</title><content type='html'>i was away in barcelona for the past 4days...went there with jx n wz... it was great! the city is vibrant n where we stayed, we were right smck in their orchard rd! there were nice quaint streets n unique shops which i sooo love...n guess whats the first word i learnt there... 'rebaixes'. that means... 'SALE'!i cleverly picked that up myself while walking along the streets n heck man, it didnt take me too long to figure it out..... the 2nd word i learnt was 'thank u' which was simialr to italain 'grazie' but a lil different with some 'th' sound replaceing the z...&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we flew vueling, spanish budget... was a nice airline to fly, as in, their graphis design on their plane, int he plane like the emergency card n all, they were so pleasant to look at! ok so i dont have anythign to show u, heh. Oh! n on our flight, they had only male airstewards, it was quite funny to see men doing the 'in case of emergency' act.. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the malpensa airport in mialn while waiting for our flight it was the italy-germany semis.. we only managed to catch abt 3-4 of the first half... then we had to board the flight...we found some big screen in the airport n parked ourselves there! together with all italian fans including italain policemen, italian airport staff, italians airport cleaners.. ok so u get the idea... okok, n some germans fans too.... well the best part was that the vueling captain actually gave us live updates ont he flight! that was really quite amusing, he wld annoucing in a rather non sided way like,' jsut for those who are following the world cup, italian fans u wld be gald to know that you are in the finals...' in a captain kinda monotone...ok, somehting like that... but yay! we were hoping so much tha he wld give up updates too... on our way thru customs n what not, we saw italian staff with their tv monitors not on xrayed bags etc but of the match! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok next up, spanish honey stars n kokocrunch... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the honey stars still look familiar, the kokokrunch, the dude is different isnt it? is ours some koala or something? i jsut know it looks wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next up is food... heh... haiya, i cldnt take any outdoor shots cos theres something wrong with my cam AGAIN! damn u olympus!! my outdoor shots r all over over OVER exposed! totally white! cldnt take pics of picasso hangout bar, or any of the gaudi stuff.... n what not... hai... im goona make sooo much noice when i get back to that service centre again i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;ok so only indoor shots, n so that leaves me with food... heh... tapas! nice n beautiful once! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ok frist up is the squids, they were ok la, not bad, interesting, but not to die for.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my escargot, its strange but after eating so many times this is the first that i cld actually see their feelers! ok whatever u call them.... taste wise, i still prefer the french's, with herb butter n tonnes of garlic! yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, this si carpacio, which translate to raw beef slices... they served with parmesan cheese n rucola salad... for me, it was ok only la, didnt fancy the rather beefy taste of it... but jx liked it tho.. for me, i jsut had to try it, but now i know i can give it a miss.... maybe it jsut this one but oh well.. till the next carpacio....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is foie with apple jam on crust pastry... this was the 2nd one that we had.. the first one was SOOOOOO GOOOOODD.... looked nicer too. it had thick balsamic vinegar n served with a leaf of green for looks i guess... but that was really amazing, when it came, we wacked so fast i totally forgot abt taking a pic! this 2nd one we had the next day, the foie was better, richer but there was too much apple stuff... overpowering a lil... n this was on a bagguet biscuit slice, which is obviosly not as 'pang' in terms of flavour... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is some ommelette with potato n onion, they seem to eat quite a bit of potato here... its not bad la, its everywhere tho... basically, witht he onion in the egg, it cant go far wrong....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok la, thats all i ahve, im getting seriosly lazy to blog these days..... heh... so appreciate this entry? i gonna shower n cont packing my stuff, leaving for london tmr! best bit, meeting a gd ol friend there, so i get free accomo n a planned trip! but of cos the company's the bestest bit la... so all good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115248573121738514?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115248573121738514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115248573121738514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115248573121738514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115248573121738514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/07/barcelona.html' title='barcelona'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-115248379296005895</id><published>2006-07-10T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:23:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALIA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/Image014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; man, i tell u fellas, its one thing for italy to be in the finals, its another to be in europe when the world cup is going on, n then to be in italy when italy is playing the finals n then! to ave italy WIN the world cup!!! best exchange/holiday anyone can ever imagine, i so not a football person,  but today i watched the entire matchn was waiting at the bar outside my place since 7pm! (the game was at 8pm here) even watched pre-match performance n what not... all the way itlay got the cup n confetti everywhere! its amazing... i of cos was supporting italia... n jumped at every goal n missed goal.... it felt as if i was from italy for that 3hrs... n that feeling when they won... remindede me why i played sports all these yrs... ok, so ive slacked like siao, but heck the winning feeling is siok ass! yea, n there was this italian man who kept coming up to us to give high-5s like maybe 5-6times... n he wanted to paint our faces in red-white-green i think, n opened a hugr bottle of champagne for those att eh bar when the game ended.... niec chap... abt 40plus yrs old?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now there r cars driving all over horning as the go along the streets, there were firecrackers here n there, water splashed everywhere... n of cos the italy flag being waved non stop....  well this then made me think abt our spore team man, even our home grown ref wasnt the ref tonight! thot he was ranked no 2... oh well.... at least we ahve a ref in the world cup if our fotball team cant make it... just life i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;okok, thats all... GO ITALIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115248379296005895?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115248379296005895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115248379296005895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115248379296005895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115248379296005895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/07/italia.html' title='ITALIA!!'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-115150220675593492</id><published>2006-06-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:43:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last few days in milan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/wa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, so ive got say... less than 10days in milan? n of these 10days, i actually have to finish my work n submit, ok ill submit for sure, jsut hope ill finish it... ok, ill finish it, just how finished it will eventually be... jsut so u know, i actually forced (with lots of effort) myself outta bed and dragged my ass to school's com centre just to i have no choice but to do work... somehow, after returning fr that short spore trip, i kinda lost my momemtum to do work, tho when i mentioned that jx replied, 'what momentum?'. ok so, i never quite had that much to start with n its seriously nothing like in spore but hey, i still get decent work done... :)&lt;br /&gt;the thing abt doing work now is, i cant sit still... for real, ive got some ridiculous ache from my right butt to down my right calf... its not the usual muscle ache whatsoever, its very... serng (kinda like an itchy achey kinda feeling)... ive had it for some time, like slightly b4 i returned to spore... till now.. thats like at least 3wks...!jeese... its a heng-suay thing, sometimes i get it, sometimes i dont.. but i think, it usually happens at night especially, n thats when im home n suppose to do work! maybe its some psycho reaction n allergy to work that my right limb apparently has... u think ive got rheumatism? its weird isnt it! i mean, im freakin 22yrs old, n rheumatism on my butt?? rheumatism at 22 is bad enough, but no, ill top it by haivng it on my butt... i think the sin-sey will fall of his chair laughing when he hears of it....  does ANYONE know whats causing it? or what i can do to stop it? i gotta fly more than 12hrs back in no time, n if i cant sit... jeese.... OH! maybe ill try a sob story n try n ask the air stewardess if they can upgrade me to 1st class 'cos ive got a nerve problem from waist down..' u think? ok drats, im flying KLM, they're probably not gonna give in, SIA might still give me some hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i cant rememeber if i told u fellas this, i was in amsterdam ( ithnk) n someone asked where we were from, n when i said 'singapore', he replied.... 'what a great way to fly....' in that sia ad tune n alll... i was stunned to the max! n thot it was damn funny too la... NO ONE has ever replied like he did... jeese... ok, story told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im having guest here now, namely sj.. n wz is coming today.. so gonna be rather crowded... n hey, i get to hear yet another familiar voice... cooked dinner for lynn n sj, made some simple tung hoon salad with grapefruit carrot in some oriental dressing i anyhow made... n stir fried some brinjal n beef in black bean sauce just so i can clear both the brinjal n the beef... i didnt think it tasted quite right, but sj (who dont eat brinjal) was willing to eat mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i have numbered days left in milan means ill be heading back to spore soon, but i shall DECLARE that i wont be buying nice little presents for all u peps there... im sorry...&lt;br /&gt;first, such stuff r just too political, get for 1 dude, u gotta get for all man, then even worst  if i get for everyone, n even counted to be sure, yet ill forget some poor chap(in good ol' janeyhia style) while everyone else has their lil share. but that chap will jsut say 'oh its ok, dont worry abt it... :)' but ya right, its never ok... cos that chap will feel that moment of awkwardness for not getting anything, n ill jsut be terribly apologetic abt it...&lt;br /&gt;2nd, i gotta think WHAT to get, its seriously not easy, i hate getting sickening stuff like those like clip on koala bears wearing lil straw hats n a blue velvet vest saying 'australia' (all too familiar huh??) cos its jsut absolutely patronising... n what on bloomin earth r u gonna do with somehting like that! thus ill so kindly spare u the worry in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS i see something worth getting ( its the weight i tell u, over-weight charges is one thing, the trip from my place to the airport is hell if u remember my 1st fews entries) then hey, ure 1 lucky chap... but seriosuly,if i ahvent seen anything in 4mths, u think ill see somehting in less than 10days? think abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! the gist is, ill be back soon n ur gift from milan will be me... good ol' janeyhia (with extra pounds n italian lard inside).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115150220675593492?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115150220675593492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115150220675593492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115150220675593492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115150220675593492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-few-days-in-milan.html' title='last few days in milan...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-115117260669665229</id><published>2006-06-25T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:10:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who said europe not HUMID?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>wah lau, i tell u friends, ive been sweating even more than when i was in spore!! argh!! i woke up at an amazing hr of 9+am this mrng cos i was perspiring! its jsut yucky... weather is like spore, but here, NOT FREAKIN AIRCON, DONT EVEN HAVE FAN CAN!!! if i was here any longer i wld soooo invest in a fan... in spore i guess everywhere we're pretty much in aircon so we dont quite feel the damn heat, but here! oh goodness... its killing me... im rather sure ill be sleeping without my shirt in no time... way toooo hot... n mozzies!! argh! i can die... they r everywhere... n at night... they r ferrocious! n fat too... jeese... worst than in spore too.... but yea, i have noidea y but somehow its rather humid here... somehow....&lt;br /&gt;anyway to battle the dman mozzies, i bought the no-smell mortein plug into the wall kind of thing to ward them off but it doesnt really seem to be working, if not the dman mozzies aint normal ones, but an entire commando batalion. we're burning mosquito coils too... do u even know that is?? i mean like, when was the last time u used it?!?!?! i think when i was at my grandma house in jurong b4 they developed it, n thats like, tress everywhere n i was probably 3-4yrs old? ok maybe 5... all my childhood stuff jsut seem to happen when i was 5.. that it made me think i had the most happenning yr of my life.....&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we now dont smell like 3 walking chinese-food smelling chinese... but 3 walking coil-smoke smelling chinese walking ard.... not funny i tell u! n then to ADD.... my damn johnsons baby powder smells awfull! like some lao ah ma smell... yucks yucks yucks.... nowhere like the one i get in spore where all my hall friends have been greatly accustomed to other than my perfume...&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to buy a new powder cos im leaving soon anyway n i soooo dont wanna spend that money for jsut a few days....&lt;br /&gt;so now to sum up, i smell like a smokey lao ah ma walking ard. lagi great i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115117260669665229?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115117260669665229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115117260669665229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115117260669665229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115117260669665229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-said-europe-not-humid.html' title='who said europe not HUMID?!?!?!?'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-115109736030512394</id><published>2006-06-24T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:16:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in milan....</title><content type='html'>Hey peps,&lt;br /&gt;Im back in milan now… (ok actually right at this very pt im in rome, waiting for my train to Milan in abt 2.5hrs but im writing my entry now cos well, I have 2.5hrs…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back in spore for a dear friend n now im back to finish up my sem (1.5wks of it) n then to Barcelona n then to London n back home…  I really wanted to go to Budapest n all, but after spending sooo much for my trip to spore n back,  I decided to not spend anymore… my barce n london trip tix have been bought prior to this u see…  so till next time, when I travel europe again… J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in spore I ate my fill of everything I needed to eat.. from my aunty silo’s fried beehoon with I didn’t have to chop the carrots n all… to crabs , bak chor mee,  kuay tutu,  selegie tau huay, crystal jades xiao long bao n spring onion oil la mein, glorious jap food… it was amazing. My only complaint is that the tomatoes we get In spore is a far cry from what italy has to offer….  Oh! I found vanilla yoghurt in spore bishan ntuc! I think its ‘yoplaits’ or something like that... so mdm wong! u have vanilla yoghurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im back at home now... after traveliing for 24hrs... yucks... n decided to cont this entry cos it closed suddenly due to no batt...i had a very smooth trip back to milan, unlike my trip back to spore(that one must be the worst trip ever for anyone... its jsut way too long to re-describe the whole hting....). by b4 i left for milan i was actually a tad worried man, after sucha traumatising experience on my previous trip... i prayed i wont get robbed la, wont no one will cheat me la, wont miss trains/planes la etc... even asking that no one sat next to me in the plane so i have more space... n wa-la! i didnt have anyone sitting next to me on my 12hr flight, i didnt lose anything this time, i didnt get robbed, nor missed any train/plane... only thing was i had to wait 3.5hrs to catch the train, the rest were all full... but while waiting with samsonite, i met a nun n was sitting with her till i left for my train! thats like as safe as it gets man.. being with a nun, in rome... see who dares to rob/steal ur stuff,FOR SURE go straight to hell, dont pass go, dont collect 200.... what happened was i went to look for a seat n i saw the nun so i asked her to help me watch samsonite while i run over to get a drink, cos i mean she a nun! wont run away with sam.. so ok.. then i came back with my drink n sandwich then there was a lady sitting with the nun who then asked me to sit with the nun so we can accompany each other (shld be la, in my liiiiiiiiimited italiano) so ok, i sat infornt of her... but cos she cldnt speak english n i cant italian...so we didnt quite speak much, usualy she will say somehting then i jsut smile n smile n nod n nod... so she says her rosary n prayers n i jsut try to look busy... oh! i told u fellas i was worried tavelling right, so i had a rosary in my pocket with me... n when i moved to join the nun i took it out to show her to tell her 'hey! im catholic too!'... since i cldnt say it in italian...oh well, her train was later than mine n jsut b4 i left her, the previous lady came back (oh, did i tell u she left?) so just nice! ok la, at least in that 3.5hrs, i cld go run n get coffee, go toilet etc without worring abt sam.. while the nun cld also walk ard cos her legs were getting numb i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i got back, lynn came to get me at the centrale train station n jx made dinner... so al was really nice n gd... thanks mates! apreciate it big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess when i prayed for a safe trip, it was really as safe as it gets.. i mean come on, god sent me a nun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115109736030512394?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115109736030512394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115109736030512394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115109736030512394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115109736030512394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-in-milan.html' title='back in milan....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-115020052660226884</id><published>2006-06-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:51:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it will always be the 4 of us....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/27.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/27.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this was the last time the 4 of us met up (jan/feb 2006)... when sulin came back from aussie, before kel left for austria n b4 i left for milan... n b4 lena left for alaska... we had an afternoon in haji lane n arab street n after that we had tau huay at selegie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;( haiya, i can only upload this pic, i did a black-white pic of lena eating tau huay, it was really nice n seriously, its how we all remember her.... she smiling soooo widely while eating... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tribute to lena, n the many things that ill always remember about u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- miss long legs (but short body)&lt;br /&gt;- being able to jump at least 1.5m high... which till now i dunno how u do it...&lt;br /&gt;- love of food... n more food..&lt;br /&gt;- the only person i know who will make sure that every mouthful of food has a little bit of every liao so that u can truely enjoy every mouthful&lt;br /&gt;- how we cant sit opposite one another cos we both stretch out our legs n forever kickin one another...&lt;br /&gt;- how we cut our horrendous hair so short in sec2 n had tonnes of problems with mrs liu n parents had to go see xiaozhang&lt;br /&gt;- well, yea, ok, we did dance together in st nicks... tho u in yellow i in blue, but we ALWAYS made sure we were next to one another in combine...&lt;br /&gt;- champion in high jump, long jump, triple jump...&lt;br /&gt;- champion in gym... (u did trampoline, beam n vault, i think)&lt;br /&gt;- gym captain&lt;br /&gt;- 'winnie the pooh : cheer up!'.. that book was my first present from u in sec 1, u loved that book sooo much u kept reading it over n over again that very day, n every other time u came to my place.....&lt;br /&gt;- u baked me raisin cookies for my first bday together altho we had our maths paper that day&lt;br /&gt;- u liked tau huay n fish porridge&lt;br /&gt;- we secretly decorated ur room for ur birthday n u kept it for as long as the streamers could stick to the walls n ceilings...&lt;br /&gt;- rice dream, this rice milk u always loved but the 3 of us cld never understand y&lt;br /&gt;- our sec1 form teacher sundaraji made the 3 of us stand in front of hte class on the last day of sch n made us swear 'never to tarnish the name for sec 1 wisdom 1997'&lt;br /&gt;- u always insisted u had chilli eating abilities, but man... u barely had it&lt;br /&gt;- sundaraji said u looked like a fish when u sat in class&lt;br /&gt;- how we love our ikea red heart pillow that has 2 little hands, i still have mine u know...&lt;br /&gt;- our 'dying to pee' stance which we came up with one day when u were at my place&lt;br /&gt;- rice cakes with orange sugar n coconut&lt;br /&gt;- the way u twitch n press ur lips together to 'diao' pple when u see someone u dont like&lt;br /&gt;- we went to OBS together n together we conquered this climbing tower while tagged to one another&lt;br /&gt;- u hated driving, n wont even give bumper cars at arcades a shot&lt;br /&gt;- u gave me a 'best dancer' sash for my dance production this yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(ive been trying for the longest time upload pics but for some sickening reason i cant! till the next time... ill keep trying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lena banana, last bit for u, from ur favourite book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever u r feeling blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me feel the same way too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it ure smiling, then its true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am smiling just like u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this book is from 2, me of cos, and winnie the pooh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lena, it will be the 4 of us... always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-115020052660226884?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/115020052660226884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=115020052660226884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115020052660226884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/115020052660226884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-will-always-be-4-of-us.html' title='it will always be the 4 of us....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-114925745962825674</id><published>2006-06-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:10:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amsterdam</title><content type='html'>its a really nice place that id love to go back to. really cne shops selling really ncie interesting stuff.... but we didnt ahve time to shop we so jsut did the touristy stuff... pity tho, but in some pt in my life, i definately wanna go back there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anna franks house&lt;/span&gt;(we actually went into the house that anne frank was hiding in n where she wrote her diary. it was really interesting n sad too... only the father survived so u can imagine how he feels.. he lost the whoel family n all... n anne frank died jsut 1 month b4 the war ended...)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heineken museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red light&lt;/span&gt; district n window shopping (n how they were all missing cos of world cup in berlin)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cannabis&lt;/span&gt; (in chocolates,canned drinks, 'coffee shops' with palm trees pictures so somehow tell u they sell hash/pot. u know, amsterdam is one the countries witht he lowest rate of strong drug users, they were the higest till the legalised soft drugs, n no, the locals dont really smoke pot etc there. n no, i didnt eat.try.smoke any of that stuff)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;schipol airport&lt;/span&gt; ( 1 freakin hell mother of a airport, i walked like siao jsut to get in n out)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fries n mayo&lt;/span&gt; (its sooo big there, they even have chips icon on the map in the airport)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pancakes&lt;/span&gt; (like french crepes, i had cheese,bacon n ginger.. not bad! but nothign special)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;canal tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;van gogh museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rembrant&lt;/span&gt; lived there. (his house has turned into a art gallery, of cos for his work la. its his 400th annivesary this yr if anyone is interested)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rijks museum&lt;/span&gt; ( saw famous stuff there too... but it was under renovation so we saw jsut the masterpieces, gd enough for me not a artsy person)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 pple in a room youth hostel&lt;/span&gt; ( to remind myself never to book myself into a place like that, i cldnt take it la.. but its prob jsut me...gd learning experience tho)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ww2 memorial&lt;/span&gt; (which contained the soil of all the countries affected by the war, n yes there is spore soil there too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114925745962825674?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114925745962825674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114925745962825674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925745962825674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925745962825674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/amsterdam.html' title='amsterdam'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114925667989862448</id><published>2006-06-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:57:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berlin</title><content type='html'>berlin&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reichstag &lt;/span&gt;(political house)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hitler's bunker site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brandenberg gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hotel adlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berlin wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check point charlie&lt;/span&gt; ( border check opt between the east n west n the cafe where they do all their spying)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red/green traffic light man of east germany&lt;/span&gt;. (these r really cute, when west took over, the east said that the west can remove everthing but not their traffic lights! the westees thot they were cute too so they kept it, so sometimes u walk n see the normal looking traffic light(west) then sometimes u see really nice cute ones!(east!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunkin donuts&lt;/span&gt; (tried butternut, its was great, tasted like hum-ching-pang)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sachsenhausen concentration camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jewish museum&lt;/span&gt; (architectural wonder, if u look from the top, the building is shaped like a lighting bolt, all zig-zagy. beautifully done i say!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stasi museum&lt;/span&gt; (saddest museum we went, all in german, but it cld possibly have been interesting. its a museum of the spy stuff n what they were doing)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hamberg university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; currywurst&lt;/span&gt; ( sausage with crispy skin, tomato ketchup n some curry powder. 1 had curry sauce thing n when we ate it, we all thot it tasted jsut like mac's chic nuggets. they r rather famous for it apparently, but i wasnt too impressed id go for a bratwurst anytime)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;liver dumpling soup&lt;/span&gt; (it was gd, but i was haviong 1 hell of a pukish felein the whole day i cldnt eat it.. but everyone enjoy it to boot)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holocaust memorial park&lt;/span&gt; ( beautifully done n i enjoyed it,they held a competition n entries were quite amazing, like a fish bowl filled with blood, or to smash the brandenberg gate n re piece it at that site.... u get hte pic la)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;world cup stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tv tower&lt;/span&gt; (dressed as a football in white n pink. serious. n yucks.)&lt;br /&gt;overall, i enjoy quite a fair bit of berlin;s architecture, since 90% was bombed in ww2 its a rather new place. they really ahve many intersting buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holocost memorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;its something u eally gotta go see urself n experience it la, i can explain to the bes tof my efforts, but it aint the same la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the grass patch is exactly above hitler's bunker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where he hid in his last few days n where he got married finally n took his cynide pills n shot himself with a gun to be sure he's dead. the germans dont wanna built anything there cos they dont exactly wanna rememeber their horrible past. plus they dont wanna built anything so the neo-nazi can come here like a pilgrim. but on hitler's bday n stuff, u'll see flowers n all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114925667989862448?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114925667989862448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114925667989862448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925667989862448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925667989862448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/berlin.html' title='berlin'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114925610423062429</id><published>2006-06-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:48:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>munich</title><content type='html'>well, this is one heck of a beer place...&lt;br /&gt;tonne sof beer halls, with tonne sof pple, drinking beer of all sorts, n eating 1 mother of a pork knuckle... n the german wurst... munich was clean tho, no graffitti etc... i think after going ard abit, milan is still the ugliest city....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munich&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;olympic village&lt;/span&gt; (we walked thru it, nice n big, there was a 'walk on the roof' of the stadium tour but got making prior booking etc so cldnt)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; glokenspiel&lt;/span&gt; (dunno how to spell) (its the huge ass clock tower that has many bells that ring terribly. they didnt tune, maybe cant, they apparently change the tune every month or somehting but its sooooo bad, no one can guess what tune it was so they had to put signs to tell pple what tune it is.this thing is a, go to munich, u gotta see thing, but its way overated la... seriously, we watch n laugh at how amazing bad the tune is)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BMW museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v-something market&lt;/span&gt;, which has durian!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hofbrahaus&lt;/span&gt; (1 of the many beer halls, there standard beer size is 1 L, n they have this beer with lemonade, gd stuff, easy to drink.hof=royalty, it was the brewery of the royal family but they eentually sold it to public cos the country was getting too poor... n indeed it was a gd idea)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bavarian history&lt;/span&gt; ( was previous bavaria, now part of germany n they totally disassociate themselves from the germans)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blue n white&lt;/span&gt; : bavarian colours&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;icon&lt;/span&gt; : a little 5 yr old boy with a little book(not bible but the constitution)&lt;br /&gt;- place of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;origin of the oktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; (they seriously sit there the whole day eating n drinking, THE WHOLE DAY, for 2wks?)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paulaner&lt;/span&gt; ( more familiar? another 1 of the beer halls htere,beer really is a religion there,in lent, the priest will brew stronger beers to drink while they abstain from food.its more filling)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nazi origins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deutches museum&lt;/span&gt; (science n technology museum, its amaizng the stuff there, form food technology to mining,materials,everythign la)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pork knuckles&lt;/span&gt; (tasted like a whole chunk of sio-bak... gd stuff... but we had our share of not so nice ones...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114925610423062429?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114925610423062429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114925610423062429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925610423062429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925610423062429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/munich.html' title='munich'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114925562813823896</id><published>2006-06-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:40:28.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i decided to list all the thigns id like to remember abt the places b4 i forget, trust me i had to think hard to even recall them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt paris, i had a gd time, its a beautiful city, way better than milan man... but its a freakin dangerous place to be in espcially when ure a tourist! we got followed tiwce by shaddy pple even when we were in sucha big grp! i was seriosuly scared to head back along from p[aris to milan., but that didnt happen since i went to munich for an extended holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to go back there, tho i must say the french aint tooo friendly, they can speak english but refuse to, so we talk to them in english, they get it, n reply in french.. heh... but i was there jsut 4days but my friends who were in nice n all ... thats what they said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paris&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;champs elysee st&lt;/span&gt; (fashion district, WAY better than milan i feel...)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arch de triump&lt;/span&gt;(historical gate like thing where napoleon marches thru tog with his dudes)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lourve&lt;/span&gt; (smaller than i expected, they even ahve a da vince code book tour, to take u thru what happens in the story)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; musee de orsay&lt;/span&gt; (1 of the many museums, saw some famous paintings, but i saw sooo many famous paintings in the 11days that i cant rem what i saw where!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crash site of princess diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;effel tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biggest LV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foie gras&lt;/span&gt; (goooooood stufffffff)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worst mussels ever&lt;/span&gt; (they smelt n tasted like horse pee, still gives me the shivers)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;centre pompidou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th? most expensive place to live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hotel costes&lt;/span&gt; ( i gotta go back there some day)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laduree &lt;/span&gt;(best macaroons ever together with all their other pastries)&lt;br /&gt;- if u buy a wk long travel pass, make sure u fill in this orange card n stick ur photo etc, if not, its 35euros to the french&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114925562813823896?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114925562813823896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114925562813823896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925562813823896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114925562813823896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/paris.html' title='paris'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114916888466376677</id><published>2006-06-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:22:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from my escapade n rendevous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey peps,&lt;br /&gt;ok so i was away... on a supposed little holiday to paris to meet gill,tian,tracey,kimliang,kenneth n jeremy. it was suppose to be a 4days trip, jsut a lil escapade to have some fun etc.... then on the last day, when my lugguage n all, after hearing that tian/trace/kimmy were going to munich,berlin n amsterdam, i went to the train station n changed my train ticket !! so instead of going back to milan(for sch n work...) n headed for munich(for fun n play)!! so after munich, we went to berlin n then last stop amsterdam. prior to paris, i was planing n crackin my head to see how i can fit berlin,barcelona n budapest into something like 2wks! then the golden (with extra chingching) opportunity came when they told me they were going to berlin etc.. so i went! still remember at the train station counter asking for a change of ticekt, while waiting for the man to tell us whether there r available seats to munich tog with my 3 shun-you(bad friends... ahha).. wah, the waiting moment while the dude was checking as tracy puts it 'its like waiting for my exam results man... jane, im damn sared for u!' then when the dude said 'have'... both of us were so excited! n immediately booked without even knowing if the other tix r from munich to berlin , to amsterdam etc were available...! ok, so i did have to pay a price for jsut an exciting rendevous, tix were a little more expensive cos it ws last min... but all worth.... to the last bit... plus i didnt have to plan anything, u had 3 tour guides... 3 companions, all i had to do was jsut put myself in the picture man! woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now is blogging revenge time, but i must admit, im dman lazy la... way too much... i was even lazy to take pictures!plus my olympous was working well.. it was damn cold (i was totally not prep for it, i mean, when i was packing i kept telling meself 'aiya, 4 days, no need this... no need that la... '... paris was cold, munich/berlin was colder, amsterdam was lagi zhai cold man... it was like milan 2 mths back kinda cold... jeese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so now, ill jsut randomly show u fellas some pic la huh... alot of pictures ill wait for tian trace etc so share cos i only had my sort-of dependable nokia.... (stupid stupid oplympus!!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first up... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARIS&lt;/span&gt;!(most pics, least lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image005.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;moulin rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i expected it to be way bigger ... but oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image013.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;effel tower &lt;div align="center"&gt;i obviously dont know how to spell,cos it looks wrong but i cant figure... i didnt go up to look see but the fact that i saw it 'live' n not form some postcard,tv,tshirt etc... made it a tad special. other than that... its jsut a metal tower la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;laduree macaroons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;these my friends, were the bestest ive ever had. paid alot for it but every crumb was worth it, im so glad my tummy won my brain while deciding whether ti try them. n guess what, my tummy won twice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image016.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hotel costes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ive been listening to so much of their music i had to go see it for real! nice place but cldnt take pics n tour around much cos it was lunch time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image024.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rose line tag on the floor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;read the da vinci code? yea, this is the thing that marks the rose line&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;notre dame&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;apparently was almost torn down till some chap wrote the story.. n no... there werent any hunchback creepin ard... no gargoyles too tho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LV &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;biggest in the world, they even have arty farty exhibitions that requires u to take a lift in ocmplete darkness... n they have sales pple of tonnes of nationality man! apparently there r 2 singpaoreans... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;toyota? concept cars showroom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;quite nice la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image031.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;centre pompidou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some art exhibition thing. its a architectural wonder la... saw some exhibits but none too impressed... n there is a damn damn dman fine line between porn n art man... kimmy agrees with me too... heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image062.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;beautiful gelato...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of fig and mascarpone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;n for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUNICH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image063.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BMW museum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was sucha a pity that the museum was under renovation so we only saw a small but of it. n a biger pity that we cldnt go to the factory cos that requires u to book online or something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BERLIN&lt;/span&gt;! (man, didnt realise how lazy i was in munich to take more pics!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;saschenhausen concentration camp &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this was one of the concentration camps during mr tiny mousstach time... well, if u didnt know, munich was the where nazi all started... so confirm got conc camps.. there was another one, dachun, but we didnt have time to go see... its damn depressing la that place n a lil creepy... to think that this is where pple died n all... n there was a sad sotry(among many many others) abt 2 jewish kids who were tested like lab rats cos the survived some flu of some sort, so they wanted to find out what helped them survive it etc... based on the floor plan, it was an excellent conc camp cos everyone cld be seen n it was almost impossible for anyone to escape... only flaw was that it didnt have space for extra bunkers to be buiilt. guess the germans under estimated their eveilness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image076.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;another concept car by i-dont-know-who&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image091.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hotel adlon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;form the top count 3 windows from the right, n 3 down... thats where mr jackson dangled his junior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image085.1.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;check point charlie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the Us sign saying 'you are leaving the american sector'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;branbenburg gate n a huge ass soccer ball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;world cup la... apparently they r expecting 40,000 prostitutes in berlin. n im serious, cos we were in amsterdam in the red light district doing 'window shopping' n many of them were not ard! all missing...! see la, thats what happen when all the men gather in 1 place to watch football...OH! the gate... yes, very historical n impt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image093.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;berlin wall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not much left la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;big books (part of the germany-land of ideas for world cup) n behind is the hamberg? university, n this is the site where the germans burnt 20,000 books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok, hamberg uni... is where einstein came up with e=mc2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;n lastly.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMSTERDAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heineken factory/museum/brewery &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this palce we had tonnes of fun... n 3 beers n a take home bottle opener thats really nice n pretty!if personally, i thot this was better than the van gogh n rembrant museum... but thats jsut me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lantern shop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;n we thot we'd only see these stuff during chinese new yr in the shape of a pineapple...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rembrant's night watch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its his 400th anniversary this yr.. so they did a 3d version of this pic in some park... there was 1 picture of an old lady that he did, n trace n i cldnt believe how realy n wringly the old lady's hands were... it was jsut simply amazing how anyone cld actually paint likt that....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;van gogh's sunflower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i had to take a pic of it la... real one leh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WALL's ice cream &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in dutch.... called 'OLA'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, thats all folks, enough liao la, i got no time to upload tho nokia is great cos file size is small.. so rather chopchop...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats the end of my rendevous escapade... ok, its time to go get groceries... ciaociao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114916888466376677?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114916888466376677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114916888466376677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114916888466376677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114916888466376677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-my-escapade-n-rendevous.html' title='back from my escapade n rendevous...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114805885142021630</id><published>2006-05-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:14:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandwich</title><content type='html'>well, i was home alone again, well was busy half generating 2-d drawings n half ironing k! not bad ah, quite productive... then i kinda rewarded myself by whippin up a yummy sandwich.. here somehow i can eat tonnes of it... but ill still need my usual dose of pasta/noodles la.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's lunch-dinner(if we have 'brunch' y isnt there a 'luncher' or 'dinnuch'? think cos they just sound bad so the english language decided to simply do away with it... u think?)&lt;br /&gt;ok, sandwich: bread topped with mozazrella(dont ask me how to spell tho i see it everyday), drizzled some extra virgin oilve oil.. then topped-toppped with bacon-tomato-basil-garlic... then topped-topped-topped with poached egg.... then topped-topped-topped-topped with wasabi-whitewine cheese sauce(tho lemon cheese sauce wld have been better but no lemon!)....well, i think i jsut wanted to keep myself busy by cooking... if u ask me, its over done la this damn sandwich... ahha... to prep this meal i needed to fry the bacon n friends, then boil water to poach the eggs, then make the cheese sauce.... so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as i said, it was overdone, it wld have been better with jsut 3x 'topped'... n full stop. without the cheese sauce ,i cld have tasted more of my bacon n friends.... my mozarella was barely noticable... ('ill make it up to u for my next meal i promise...')... or without the bacon nf riends but with the cheese sauce with the egg... then i can taste more of the cheese sauce...&lt;br /&gt;so, overall, tho this was a extremely hearty sandwich meal, im stuff... n frankly, a little chuak-tio... too much la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, overall it didnt taste bad, all the indiv ingredients tasted pretty gd jsut when ALL came tog, overpowering... so ok, 1 of my not so successfull meals... the other one which is still elaving me slightly scared was the pasta i made for lynn for pack for lunch... it has made me even more weary of having pasta overcooked. i always liked my pasta al dente, 'to the teeth' of somehting, basically it means, jsut cooked, jsut nice.but i know jx n lynn likes it softer than i do, for me id rather have slightly undercooked than overcooked... so when boiling pasta for lynn, i made special effort to cook it longer, but what happened was i thought i switched of the fire... but i didnt cos i turned it to the opposite side of 'off' which left me with small fire not no fire... damn, dyslexsicity again! so then the pasta was soggy... n a lil slimy... eeeekss... i so wanted to toss it man (out of pride of cos), but when i tasted it, it was fine sjut that the pasta texture was off... so i tried to let it dry off the slime... it was better after awhile la... so well, i sincerely asked myself, 'will i still eat it instead of tossing it?(cos is a waste ma) n i said yea i wld... its not THAT bad... so ok, if ill eat it, then ok, lynn can eat it too.. :) well, she probably didnt dare to complaint, n she didnt come home lao-saiing.. so ok then! but ill always remember to watch the direction of the damn knob!(so many times i kana...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 hell of a sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114805885142021630?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114805885142021630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114805885142021630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114805885142021630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114805885142021630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/sandwich_19.html' title='sandwich'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-114798654841621089</id><published>2006-05-19T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T05:09:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lagi more crackers.... n a desert</title><content type='html'>ok, today is thursay, ihave no lessons n refuse to make my way to sch jsut so i have stable connection... so i slept in (ok, not that bad la, 10plus i got up liao k) n slowly got up and wash up(i rush every other mrng cos i snooze snooze snooze then rush liek siao after that cos here the trains leaves ON TIME (nothing else does), n my 2 friends r damn on the dot kind, 5mins to the allocated leaving-house time they r standing at the door waiting for me...how stressed u tell me! jx n lynn: i will cont to TRY not to make u fellas wait... :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my story,i slowly got up, switch on my lappy n listen to some ambient/chillout music while i wash up... then walk in the house while changing (dont have to worry that ill scare jx or lynn,not they scare me but i scare them really....). then i slowly chops fruits n eat la, use some internet la, then started to do my design stuf,f then got stuck, alamak, so i got up n made crackers... :) i think i jsut had to get it out of my mind..  i thot of using carrots for my next crackers project cos the night b4, jx left the container of carrots at the door cos it was well... rotting n extremely foul smelling apparently... so we saved the heng-sai few carrots n this mrng i wacked one for my crackers!&lt;br /&gt;here we go again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;basil-butter with tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my poor basil plant was dying so i wanted to make them feel useful before they leave this world in utter foulness... 'u did gd basil-leys... u may leave this world feeling proud fr my poop...'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carrot+rosemary(freshly plucked) with somked cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, i steamed the carrots so i can mash it up... n the smoked cheese, it kinda taste like bacon, n not very expensive (based on erasmus standard) so i think we'll be getting more of this stuff! yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok this is another desert thign that i did 2-3days back....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after the tiramisu project, i found out how to use thw whipping cream n all... n new ingredient that i can use ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honey lemon cream with strawberries and cereal-butter chunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the cereal-butter thing i learn from making cheesecake, jsut bash the cereal cookie(or digestives), add melted butter n leave it in the fridge to harden! its dman siok man, its hte butter i tell u....for this, its better to leave it int he fridge overnight so the next day tis nice n cold n the strawberry flavour will ooze into the cream ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/P1010039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, all these picture were taken by the AWAKEN OLYMPUS! well i really wanted to take a pic of the crackers, but jx n lynn all not ard so i cldnt borrow their cams, i tried my nokia but this time, that chap really did pull thru for me, so i decided to jsut give olumpus a shot n see it if worked n it did!! damn heng man! ive yet to service it, i made a trip down yesterday, looked up the place printed the map n all, went there n found that it was a residential place! i got the exact adress, but what was wrong? it was in 'opera milano' not milano-milano'... opera is some small town outside milano.... can die or not u tell me... then when i check on how to get htere,i got to take some regional train out of milan then take a bus to opera cos no train goes there... now im hoping hoping hoping that olympus has awaken for real n it START paying me back for all the glorious shots lost!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anywa, all these shots were janeyhia original! of cos i learn from jx la... heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114798654841621089?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114798654841621089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114798654841621089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114798654841621089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114798654841621089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/lagi-more-crackers-n-desert.html' title='lagi more crackers.... n a desert'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114787292176327595</id><published>2006-05-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:35:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crackers...n a pancake</title><content type='html'>well, somehow i find it very fun n interesting n ok, yummy to make spreads for crackers... the last time was avocado, n this time i made 2 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/DSCN2921s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/DSCN2923s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok, just so u fellas know, i took these pic myself so thats y they dont look as good as the ones we used to put up. dont have the jx standard... but oh well, jsut for me to keep a record of my food n a 3min entertainment read for u fellas... i say this is gd enough... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/DSCN2920s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chocolate(nutella)+yoghurt+orange zest with raisins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one wasnt too bad, cant go wrong la basically... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/DSCN2921s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoghurt+basil+grated cheese+sundried tomato with tomato+garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this one was nice with the tomatoes.. refreshing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/DSCN2925s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this pancake was made by lynn for my bday (to all those who forgot my bday, doom on u.....) well lets jsut say it the most animated cake ive gotten over the last 22 yrs.... well, my bday here wasnt very exciting, had to go over to my grp mates palce to DO PROJECT can... then worked the whole night 4am? oh well, but lynn arranged for aperitivo with some fellas fr our living quarters n sch so that was nice... btw, aperitivo here means u pay for a cocktail(6-8euros?) n get buffet ! stuff like pasta, rice, ham, cheese pizzas etcetcetc depends n where u go to get what food....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114787292176327595?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114787292176327595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114787292176327595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114787292176327595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114787292176327595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/crackersn-pancake.html' title='crackers...n a pancake'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114779274339583196</id><published>2006-05-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:19:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof that im STILL a student...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/190-9073_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/190-9073_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well if u rememeber about my workshop that i had last wk, we were suppose to redesign an old furniture of sagsa (1920s-30s) to make it nice n up-to-date so to speak,yet still retain its characcter etc... kinda like the volkswagen beetle thing... so this is my design... well it was grp work, but the erasmus power managed to prove that we aint baggage when we come to work man! Lynn n jx's were also chosen among their grp mates... ERASMUS POWER i say!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, dont bother clicking at the pics to get a better look at at, the resolution is crap cos i didnt bother abt it.. jsut print screen fr my presentation... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the lefty is the old fart, while the chap on the right is the new design. we have 2 designs for them in the end. long story . my grp mates wanted to add-value to the chair n (after a even longer story) ,its wheels, so mobility etcetcetcetctetceetcetcte.... then my design had only 3 legs so the wheel wldnt fit so after going round the biggest tree, we came back to this chair, made 4 legs n pom 2 wheels... personally, i dont like the dman wheels, i mean come on la, this is a office furniture company , they want chair with wheels they can do a better job anyday than for us to squeeze into our damn chair... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ok, just some more pics on the 4legged-2wheel chair...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the original 3 legged one without any damn wheels... i in the end managed to get them to understand tat it doesn make sense to tell sagsa 'hey, we have a nicer chair (which we all agreed) but cos we wanna include flexibility/mobility , u get 1 that is a tad uglier.. sorry ah!). so ok, we added in our presentation that we have another one.. :) dont get me wrong, my mates r nice pple, n understanding n reasonable... they spoke n discussed in english, that for me, is more than what i can ask for already...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114779274339583196?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114779274339583196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114779274339583196' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114779274339583196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114779274339583196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/proof-that-im-still-student.html' title='proof that im STILL a student...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-114752314153020935</id><published>2006-05-13T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:25:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just trying to find something to do other work... ok, for now at least...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/Image001.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image001.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image002.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image004.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is some rice desert thing that i tried...muller ma... its sweet... its creamy,grainy n comes with coffee sauce? liquid? i dunno what to call it la... well, i wouldnt buy it again if u asked me, it tasted a lil fako.. n so.... premade n instant kind taste... well i didnt die eating, just that i wont have it again... doesnt look very gd huh... like sticky sticky n gooey gooey.. but it was kinda like that la.... anywya, here they have lotsa puddings, sold together with the yoghurt section... ive yet to try one... maybe i will later when i go to the supermkt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image009.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next up, my school deco... well, its this thing where the tc screens display all the students work from various departments, be it, product,fashion,interior,communication etc... n thot they did it pretty well too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image010.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/Image011.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is what i call clever aircon/fan/ventilation ... saw it at the sagsa office where i had my workshop...there is thhis plastic tube that runs on the top.. n on it has some lil holes where cool air/wind comes from to cool the place, plus since now weather is still cool n nice, its really like an aircon... i suspect there is a fan leading to the outside to spin n generate wind in the tube, then it dissipates indoors...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114752314153020935?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114752314153020935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114752314153020935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114752314153020935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114752314153020935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-trying-to-find-something-to-do_13.html' title='just trying to find something to do other work... ok, for now at least...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114738347262124329</id><published>2006-05-12T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:37:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day man....</title><content type='html'>well, this wk, thanks to workshop, ive actually been going to sch for 4 consecutive days n 1 more to go tmr! its just gross man...&lt;br /&gt;well the workshop, is ok la.. not particularly interesting but dman draining la... for the past 3 days i gotta get up damn early cos my workshop is an hr away so travel like mad... then for the entire day we'll be discussing etc till late! i ended almost at 8pm today man... n was so damn it brain drained, think my brain seriosuly had a gd workout to the max man... plus i was dman sian too.. so then the only think i was looking forawrd to was to cook when i get back... it was awesome man... jx came back jsut after me so we had a 1.5hr dinner man.. siok to the max, had tuna-lao gan ma pasta... then pasta with some bottled vongole tomate sauce (which wasnt very gd..lucky it was damn small a bot), then we had the highlight of the meal man, prawns! we made steam prawns again, with light sauce n white wine...  then the rest of it we coated with some flour, fried, then made some super tangy sauce of orange juice,tomato sauce,lemon n onion... by the time we were done with dinner it was 10... but here, at 8pm, its still bright, like spore 6plus ... so u dont fell like its late at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,cant wait for this wk to end man...its a LONG week.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114738347262124329?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114738347262124329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114738347262124329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114738347262124329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114738347262124329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-day-man.html' title='long day man....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114712343285307324</id><published>2006-05-09T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:23:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, another milan fair stuff....</title><content type='html'>ok, this was one of the VERY FEW things that i enjoyed at the milan fair...&lt;br /&gt;this lamp( hanabi) is extremely clever i must say... it simply beautiful la, it way it wokrs. those who came for the fair at tortona(tor-somehting la) wld pprobably have seen it n im sure prob enjoyed it as well....&lt;br /&gt;the table (polar) was also quite fascinating, gd to entertain pple with ..... n intrigueing to look at till u get it... then ure like ...'oh..... i studied that stuff in physics!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nendo.jp/en/works/detail.php?y=2006&amp;t=72"&gt;http://www.nendo.jp/en/works/detail.php?y=2006&amp;amp;t=72&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114712343285307324?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114712343285307324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114712343285307324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114712343285307324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114712343285307324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-another-milan-fair-stuff.html' title='ok, another milan fair stuff....'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114711426452951214</id><published>2006-05-09T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:51:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st day at workshop... n some work</title><content type='html'>ok, so we're having a week of workshop, so everyday from mondya to friday, 9am-maybe 5-6pm? n in this wk we produce a product.we are attached to a company n help them design stuff n in return we get 5 credits.heh, life as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in typical janeyhia's fashion, lynn n then jx checked for me what compnay i was allocated... then i didnt even check what time n where it was held n assumed that it was in sch just like everyone else... but since jx wanted to DOUBLE check his classrm n time, we went earlier... at 830am, so even if it startd at 8, not too bad, jsut 30mins late the italian way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 830 i checked n saw that 'hey! mine aint in sch man! idiot... gotta travel out to the company itself... so damn i had to go back to the station, take a train n change to a metro n walk like siao n arrived at 920am, jsut 20mins late... well, tho i wasnt the latest, say abt 7other pple who came after me fr a class of say 30? so yea, everything was in italian as usual... but we (kate n i, an irish girl who is in the same italian class as me,so her italian also like mine.. which is cannot make it for sure) asked the dude n he jsut told us in 5mins roughly what it was abt etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ok, in the company, had a perculator there so we helped ourselves to lavazza coffee(heng have ah, if not for sure ill fall off the damn chair trying to seemed interested in words i dont understand), then there was booze too! bottles n bottles of it i tell u, vodka la, whisky la... (maybe being a designer not that bad ah, got reason to drink ma, 'oh i need some inspiration...')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok, then had to form grps n once again, this is the bit where u hate being erasmus. we just waited there for someone to ask us cos we dont wanna force pple to take us erasmus, who cant speak italian(to them to get us in their grp is probably like 'wah lau, tio erasmus ah, suay shit la...' we didnt wanna ask anyone, then cos they will either have to be a bitch n erm, act blur n turn away or, be kind n suck it n take us in... so we jsut waited for someone to 'hai.. ok la , jsut take the damn erasmus la' us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we r suppose to redesign old chairs of their, like some 1930s things, its like the volkswagen n their beetle... n tmr we r visiting their factory to see how they doo steel bending n manufac their stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work load... not yet la... but soon im sure.. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114711426452951214?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114711426452951214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114711426452951214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114711426452951214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114711426452951214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-1st-day-at-workshop-n-some-work.html' title='my 1st day at workshop... n some work'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114704228279399474</id><published>2006-05-08T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:51:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate and bananas</title><content type='html'>ok, then today was brieftly chatting to rj n he mentioned that he had some banana chocolate that he was eating, n it got me interested.. so i asked questions abt it etc... n started thinking n wrting down what could i do with banana n chocolate! (that kinda made rj my muse). i mean, banana n chocolate if sure winner combi n everyone knows that but how often do we make use of it?!??! (unless we eat out maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after much thot n seeing that i cant bake a cake here or anything n not that i have all the ingredients, i made a simple banana n nutella spread with crackers that was pretty good comfort food man... esp when lynn was going insane sewing some bag for her project....&lt;br /&gt;its really simple n u fellas shld try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what u need...&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;nutella&lt;br /&gt;bit of milk&lt;br /&gt;crackers/biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsut smash up a banana... put into a tiny tiny tiny pan, like the size for an egg? (im sure many pple r like, 'wah lau where to find...'ok nevermind, the thing is, find a way to soften the nutella (esp if u took it out of the fridge) so heating it helps but DONT BURN IT for goodness sake! over the stove be very careful if not the microwave might do the job... didnt try so dont know, aiya! u find ur own way la!&lt;br /&gt;so, nice flow-y nutella, then jsut stir in the banana, then jsut add some milk to give it a nice smooth consistency n grab ur crackers n dip n enjoy! or like what i did, i layed crackers on a chopping board (cos i dont have big plates, the biggest can only hold 4 crackers) n topped each cracker with some spread so i can stop dipping/topping n jsut eat in peace without the mess...&lt;br /&gt;well, i wont n dont know how to tell u exactly how much of each ingredient to add, i say u jsut use ur brain n taste buds n whip it up according to what u like.... its an interesting process n very fun i must add...&lt;br /&gt;i tried with some cornflakes, n even cococrunch.... but either cos the brand we get is not kellogs n some cheapo brand that aint as gd, or its simply  jsut not as siok as the crackers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there aint any pic cos jx was out again n i also pai seh to trouble him la, well, when i can n if i do it again then maybe u'll get a picture... if not do urself n see first hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114704228279399474?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114704228279399474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114704228279399474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114704228279399474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114704228279399474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/chocolate-and-bananas.html' title='chocolate and bananas'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22347982.post-114704179055656277</id><published>2006-05-08T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:43:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avocado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/1600/raisinavocadocracker(smallfile).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5510/2272/320/raisinavocadocracker%28smallfile%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; avocado spread with raisins on crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did this on saturday, felt like doing somehting with avocado tho i dont usually eat that stuff so asked lynn to get me some n its finally soft n ripe.. so i was quite excited abt trying!&lt;br /&gt;well, i did 2 version, 1 sweet, another savoury...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the sweet one, i added yoghurt n sugar... didnt have condensed or evaporated milk which might be better, but yoghurt did fine too... then i jsut topped it with some raisins n later, strawberries...which i thot was better cos the strawberries here r not sour n more flavourful.. those we get in spore r jsut somehow not as nice....sorry folks! there is only 1 pic cos jx was on his way out when i troubled him to take a pic of it...jsut waiting for the damn damn package from spore(ok, now milan customs) to arrive so i can get my olympus fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the savoury one(pic ill add next time k), i added lemon zest,tiny bit of milk,pepper n grated cheese... n topped it with a piece anchovy or of cheese... the anchovies were much better than the cheese , to me la, cos it was salty so it was nice with the avocado, i cldnt taste much of the cheese, maybe cos the cracker was 'extra virgin olive herb crackers' n together with the avocado, cant taste much, then again, with a stronger cheese, it probably would have been brilliant .hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next avocado experiment... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114704179055656277?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114704179055656277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114704179055656277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114704179055656277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114704179055656277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/avocado.html' title='avocado...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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-22347982.post-114686851592376267</id><published>2006-05-06T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T06:35:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fried battered fish and steam prawns...</title><content type='html'>yay! today we had our very FIRST REAL FISH! we went to the open market this mrng, cos lynn told us htat there was one near our sch n sold cheap seafood etc... so jx n i, being highly deprived of it, decided to get up way early (ok, to me) in search of cheap seafood. i tell u, its purely mind (n tummy) over eyes in getting up man this mrng man, i wanted to die... goodness...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did get up, n wasnt at all late k! so we went to the market, found seafood, not THAT cheap la, but cheaper than ipercoop... n its real, not the frozen dunno since when kind.. so we got a lil, n got ourselves a fish, carp (cheapest) jsut to trytry...&lt;br /&gt;so we wacked to fish for dinner.... first time in our lives(jx n i) in fish cleaning man! wah, like freakin national geographic i tell u! ok, scaling the fish, other than it being a lil tricky, it was pretty much what we expected, jsut that we had scales flying everywhere.. then came to the cleaning of insides man... well, jx had the honour of cleaning the fish, i jsut stood next to him n told him (or rather, discussed with him) what to do next with the fish etc... heh...&lt;br /&gt;then he cut the belly n when he opened it we , very well synchronised, went 'wahhh,......' i never saw so much of the insides of a fish man! then the first thing he pulled out, he was like,&lt;br /&gt; jx: eh! maybe this is fish roe man....&lt;br /&gt;me:' really meh....'&lt;br /&gt;then he pulled more... then&lt;br /&gt; jx:'ok, nopes, its too long, intestine i think...'&lt;br /&gt;then he , well... dug somemore.... n&lt;br /&gt;jx:'eh! really got roe leh!'&lt;br /&gt; me:' WAH!' jx:'lets keep!', me:'ok!'&lt;br /&gt;ok cont... then we jsut kept digging till got nothing else, then thankgoodness the kapo me sometimes watch aunty clean fish 'yuck-yucks-yucks' all the way, but i rem her pulling out some gills... well, it looked fan like... so we dug till we found it... heh...then ok! clean sui sui liao!&lt;br /&gt;then slid abit, add some salt then fry! ok we have no wok, n our pan the the kind i use to fry pancakes at home, so we used the big pot to fry . it was still too small la, then jx held the tail n flip here flip there till well... the tail came off... then half the fishy's face, then the side fins too... then soon we had 'battered' fish... heh... not tempura la... then we didnt quite know when exactly is the fish cooked, so we did the ultimate test... eat n try lor... well, when we finally thot it was done, we took it out, fried the roe which was not bad (jx taught me how to eat...) then from aunty silo's fish recipe, i made some sauce from light soya suace,some water n red chilli(jx's stash of chilli padi) n poured over n wack man! the fish was reallly fresh! other than it being battered (which wasnt that bad anyway, guess cos its our first fish in 2.5months), the damn carp had tonnes of tiny tiny bones... but well, we eat it super clean n now fish is definately worth getting up for... :)&lt;br /&gt;then after the fish, we decided to try if the prawns were fresh... so we decided to steam it... but only after we have cleaned up the murder scene in the sink really well so lynn could make her hot chocolate in peace....&lt;br /&gt;so we got 6 prawns, added light sauce n white wine (we dont have hua tiao jiu la... white wine will have to do..) n steamed it for  abt 4-5mins ,in the meantime jx was telling me how very fresh prawns r really bouncy, n how i was telling him that chinese restaurants use bicarbonate soda n sugar solution to make it crunchy etc... soon, it was time.... we tried the prawns.... well, for me, i tried the jup first of cos... most impt ma... then jx, had the 1st prawn...  he said, 'good its fresh'(or something like that), then i tried , 'WAH, TOING TOING WAN MAN!' pple, i tell u, the prawns were like in chinese restaurants, no kiddin... tho i think the jup aint quite there, maybe the cheap light sauce didnt do it, or maybe its the wine or both, but it still was GD.... i in return, taught jx how to eat prawn head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! okok, qn time... at the head of the prawn, there was this orange gooey thing, is that prawn roe? or just, jsut prawn insides? i was rather sure somehoe in my history with prawns i was told its roe, but jx said he keeps shrimps n they ahve a belly with roe in it... so we made a bet n loser pays for hte next fish... so help! WHERE IS THE PRAWN ROE STORED???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now, lynn told us (after hearing from our neighbours) that the open mkt that we went to comes to our neighbourhood every sat....* jsut image me stabbing myself now n dragging the knife across my chest*...&lt;br /&gt;so now, jx n i have plans to get our fishy no 2 TMR! yay! our plan is to try n fry it like some indonesian style, with sauce n all... heh if its beautifully done, u'll see it soon enough...so tmr mrng, yet another mind over eyelids matter n fishy here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22347982-114686851592376267?l=janeyhia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/feeds/114686851592376267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22347982&amp;postID=114686851592376267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114686851592376267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22347982/posts/default/114686851592376267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeyhia.blogspot.com/2006/05/fried-battered-fish-and-steam-prawns.html' title='fried battered fish and steam prawns...'/><author><name>janey hia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498217680359099396</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
