<?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-19327793</id><updated>2011-11-26T21:43:11.237Z</updated><category term='photo(s)'/><category term='2009'/><category term='sad'/><category term='the LDR thing'/><category term='habit'/><category term='anne'/><category term='hb'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='tired'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='hanakimi'/><category term='C-Kay'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='kino'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category term='home'/><category term='video(s)'/><category term='HYD2'/><category term='MKR'/><category term='test'/><category 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term='Bank'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='ELATION'/><category term='ryo'/><category term='negative post'/><category term='craving(s)'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='LSE'/><category term='stressed'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='thought(s)'/><category term='london'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='CTC'/><category term='outing'/><category term='routine'/><category term='JE'/><category term='friends'/><category term='relieved'/><category term='thought of the day'/><category term='dorama'/><category term='enlightenment'/><category term='oh no'/><category term='personal'/><category term='empty'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='under pressure'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='indecisive'/><category term='messy post'/><category term='school&apos;s computer lab'/><category term='random'/><category term='mobile blogging'/><category term='gym'/><category term='doomed'/><category term='experience'/><category term='2010'/><category term='high'/><category term='my day'/><category term='miss'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='french'/><category term='dread'/><category term='CNY lunch/dinner'/><category term='coffee prince'/><category term='food'/><category term='ruined'/><category term='O-level'/><category term='lovelettes'/><category term='meteor shower'/><category term='chatting with teng in such unearthly hours'/><category term='jun'/><category term='to-do'/><category term='fangirling'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>hey, you:</title><subtitle type='html'>switch it on ♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>680</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8174721197849636659</id><published>2011-11-23T21:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:10:49.773Z</updated><title type='text'>don't cry, he said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality hurts. Going against their so-called logic sucks. Being wrongfully and unfairly judged is completely uncalled for. I don't know what happened exactly but what I know is I need to hang in there for a while more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should not even be something to cry about. It nothing emotional. It is just pressure. Being frustrated does not help.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be walking out of here, or walking out of here happy, but at least I saw some truth. Besides, there ain't much click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8174721197849636659?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8174721197849636659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8174721197849636659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8174721197849636659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8174721197849636659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-cry-he-said.html' title='don&apos;t cry, he said'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1873242562898320030</id><published>2011-11-18T21:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:24:34.908Z</updated><title type='text'>humidity and organisms</title><content type='html'>Things took a plunge this week as I come face to face with reality. I thought everything was going smoothly, at least for the state of my room. I thought most of the things were in place and I am ready to welcome someone special. I am nowhere near my illusion. My bubble burst when I saw what was happening (or growing) behind my bookshelf. I was utterly shocked and disgusted. Things just went downhill from there. I have been greeted by at least a rude revelation everyday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, most of my plans backfired. My room is in a disgusting mess and probably toxic as well. It is nothing like how I have imagined (clean, welcoming, pleasant, warm, cozy). It smells like bleach (which only ruined the carpet). Once that goes away, I am expecting the musky smell to come back and linger until the landlady finally gets going. Yes, I can always build it up again... but it is heartbreaking to see all my efforts come crashing down like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a very tough lesson learnt (or to learn). I do wish that I prevented it/ noticed it earlier and kept it under control before it reached this stage. However, I am thankful that I still have time to adjust and make best of whatever I have now. Please be nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/19327793-1873242562898320030?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1873242562898320030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1873242562898320030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1873242562898320030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1873242562898320030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/11/humidity-and-organisms.html' title='humidity and organisms'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8834457207652599024</id><published>2011-10-15T00:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:59:52.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>Throughout the whole week, I have been feeling like as though everyday is a Friday. Now that Friday has gone (technically, since it is already past midnight), it feels kind of weird. Weird in the sense that it was a real Friday and not just a feeling. I don't think anyone would have understood what I just typed. Anyway, I am happy that the weekend is here because the weekdays were hectic. Crazy. Hectic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, no elaboration for now. I need my beauty sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8834457207652599024?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8834457207652599024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8834457207652599024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8834457207652599024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8834457207652599024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/10/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3801163081159712559</id><published>2011-10-11T01:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:19:57.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>madness monday</title><content type='html'>I can't believe yesterday was just Monday and I am already exhausted. The next few days will not be showing me any mercy either as there will be at least one event jotted down on my planner for each evening. From career fair, society meetings/events to Rihanna concert. Oops I guess I left out countless readings (already), job applications AND research. Where in the world am I supposed to find the time?!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I submitted my very first job application! Spontaneously started it an hour ago and it didn't seem as complicated as the other which is still hanging around waiting for completion. Not pinning much hope on it because it is really simple and I barely did much reading on the job scope (not proud of this). I do still hope for the best though! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better scoot now since I promised someone to sleep by midnight and it's already significantly past that. It was for a good cause baby!! I promise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3801163081159712559?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3801163081159712559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3801163081159712559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3801163081159712559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3801163081159712559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/10/madness-monday.html' title='madness monday'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6605130168349676276</id><published>2011-10-09T18:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:07:19.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Michaelmas Term week 1, year 3</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I refuse to start my post-hiatus entry with the usual "it's been a long time...". I was just about to start off with that phrase but held back and had an internal debate on how I should start off with the post. Should I just jump into the main content (not like I have any...)? Or should I start with describing how much I miss blogging? &amp;amp; before I know it, I have started the entry. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, it feels weird to start writing again. I did think of moving to tumblr since it is very visual and... new. However I just could not bear because part of me wants to remain loyal to my beloved itswrittendown.blogspot. My very first post here was dated on 26th November 2005. I am not sure if it is silly to actually feel &lt;i&gt;attached&lt;/i&gt; to my blog. Like, am I having a relationship with my blog?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year three has started. Modules are definitely much more difficult now (damn it). The pressure to land myself in a Graduate job is building up as each day passes by. Deadlines are supposed to be by the end of this month or the next. I have completed... zero? Well I am in the middle of one right now, just that I was caught position-less under the responsibilities section. Not impressive. I am glad that I have at least something to add on since last Friday. It was not the position that I was vying for but something is better than nothing right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be more pro-active this year than my previous two (more like non-existent). I am not sure how that is going to work out... we shall see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6605130168349676276?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6605130168349676276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6605130168349676276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6605130168349676276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6605130168349676276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/10/michaelmas-term-week-1-year-3.html' title='Michaelmas Term week 1, year 3'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1737730961774115903</id><published>2011-06-07T20:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:57:06.954+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under pressure'/><title type='text'>closing to 4 weeks of exams</title><content type='html'>I am currently at a point of extreme saturation. To be preparing for a paper which you have to remember 180+ cases and numerous statutes is definitely a very, very torturous feat. I would love to have a happy ending and fly home with high-spirits knowing that I gave it my best for this exams. Please give me the memory to remember what I have read, give me the strength to keep going and give me the ability to make up for the mistakes done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1737730961774115903?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1737730961774115903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1737730961774115903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1737730961774115903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1737730961774115903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/06/closing-to-4-weeks-of-exams.html' title='closing to 4 weeks of exams'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6631564816649343844</id><published>2011-05-12T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:29:20.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><title type='text'>无花果</title><content type='html'>My day has been progressing quite badly due to the following events:&lt;p&gt;1. Woke up feeling groggy as of the previous few days. My mind is getting kind of sluggish for some reason. I really hope it gets better soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. As I was trying to start reading, a very disturbing drilling noise came from the apartment 2 floors down. How am I supposed to concentrate? Thankfully it has stopped now. According to the person doing the drilling work (yes I went down to ask when the drilling will end), today is supposed to be the only drilling day. There will be no more loud construction on the subsequent days, which will be GREAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Kept making the same mistakes! I am going to practice one more question and move on to the next topic. Let's get this right Inggrid!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was eating some preserved fruits by the name of the above title. I thought it is quite apt for this post and kind of describes how unproductive my day is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was about to leave this out but I guess I shall type it out. Okay maybe it is kind of silly to be hoping for something to happen despite the slim chance of it happening. I guess it is my fault for letting myself have that bit of hope for Shaun enrolling this year. It is quite a selfish hope, I know. So anyway it seems like he is advised to defer his enrolment for another year. Of course I couldn't help myself and felt sad. It's a natural (selfish) first reaction right? But I guess there's really no point lingering on this issue until there is a final decision. If it is really meant to be, then things will work out. Be it LDR or finding a job here or some other route that is still not in sight... it really comes down to effort (and maybe fate?). All I need to work towards now are good grades and a good degree because everything else is beyond my control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One step at a time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6631564816649343844?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6631564816649343844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6631564816649343844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6631564816649343844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6631564816649343844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='无花果'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5700184531199385290</id><published>2011-05-08T22:59:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:40:41.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>la note de numéro sept cents</title><content type='html'>I decided to post something on my outdated blog before I move on and tackle an exam question. I am surprised that this post is actually the 700th post. Have I been blogging for that long or that much? It is definitely not the case recently, especially this year. As I grow up, time just get robbed away little by little. From commitments to interests to just plain staring into space, time slips away regardless of how aware I am. I find myself having the need to apportion my time wisely, which always end up in an epic fail. As I grow up and especially when I got attached with Shaun, I realised that I spend significantly less time with my family (and friends). I do have my reasons for that but I have to say that sometimes I feel that I am being selfish. I do miss those times when the whole family does things together e.g. travelling, sleepy nap times, CNY...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, today happens to be Mother's Day too! I used to be posting quite a bit of (naive and rowdy) things about my mom back in Secondary School days. Being a rebellious teenager, she was really harsh with me. I would always be filled with angst in response to her harshness and having no other avenue to effectively relieve my anger, I always end up blogging it out. Hence my posts about her then would always be really, really... loud. Today my mom still is quite harsh, but she issn't as harsh as she was in the past. It could be the distance and/or that I am more matured than I was back in those days. I definitely don't miss those time when she would scold me for the wrongs I did/ she perceived and there are some things that I still don't quite see the same way as she does. Nonetheless, I always find myself thinking about my mom and the motherly things that she always do. Especially times when I am alone/ away from her/ depressed/ homesick/ emotional/ etc.. I always think of how she always make sure that our clothes are well ironed, small needs are met, making sure that we have enough water to drink etc.. It's the littlest things she does that touches my heart the most. One event I will never, ever forget is one of my birthdays when I was still studying in Indonesia. My siblings were already schooling in Singapore so it was just my parents and myself in our Indonesia residence. It was raining heavily and my dad called saying that he would not be back for lunch. My mom, seeing how excited I was to blow out the candles and eat the cake, did not want to disappoint me by telling me that my dad couldn't make it. So she opened the birthday box, lighted the candles and sang the birthday song for me. Even though my dad was not there as I blew out my candles, I was really happy that at least my mom was there with me. This memory is very significant to me, especially when I rarely get to celebrate my birthday with my family members ever since I moved to Singapore for studies and subsequently, London. Typing this out already makes me all runny. Egawd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still rebellious to my mom. Sometimes I still don't agree with her ideas/ rules. I still get angry when she insists on doing things her way. But I love her no less whenever such clashes happen. It breaks my heart whenever I realise that time is passing and seeing my mom ageing. It breaks my heart that she is always so stubborn at perfecting her housework at the expense of her own health and still waiting for the right time to hire a maid/ buy items that will easily make her life easier (she is irrational like that). It breaks my heart when I see my mom not in her usual harsh/strong self. Maybe that is why she is harsh. I don't know if that is her (unconscious) way of making me strong. It does sound weird that she wants to instill the angst in me too but I guess every mother has her own way of nurturing and loving her child. If I could make a wish on Mother's Day for my mom, I wish that she will always be healthy, joyful and loved by both family and friends. (&amp;amp; that she will be able to be more rational in her thoughts and decisions too :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-5700184531199385290?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5700184531199385290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5700184531199385290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5700184531199385290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5700184531199385290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-note-de-numero-sept-cents.html' title='la note de numéro sept cents'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1681587374762932937</id><published>2011-04-29T17:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:06:34.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>The pressure is intense. Fear is creeping inside me, just like how it did last year. I was taken back by the reading list because most of them does not sound familiar. I took a peek at past year papers and honestly I could only do certain parts of the few questions that feels familiar. The good thing is I have about a little more than a week to do this. I have to face this. Because if I don't, at the end of the day, I will regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1681587374762932937?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1681587374762932937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1681587374762932937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1681587374762932937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1681587374762932937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/04/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8235553978770821254</id><published>2011-04-24T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:36:02.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>In need of a super-brain and endless time...&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; salt over the shoulder, horseshoe, four-leaf clover, mimosa, whatever lucky charms there are out there! Or maybe just 4 of those little pills from Limitless :) I promise I won&amp;#39;t be greedy!!&lt;p&gt;I absolutely cannot believe that I am left with just a little less than 3 weeks to cram one year worth of intensive stuff in my brain. Make or break? Butterflies are already going berserk in my stomach, fluttering all over the lungs now. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8235553978770821254?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8235553978770821254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8235553978770821254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8235553978770821254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8235553978770821254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/04/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2859626186189562700</id><published>2011-04-17T16:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:54:31.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Worst haircut ever and a coming interview which will surely be foiled.&lt;br&gt;How should I rock this?&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2859626186189562700?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2859626186189562700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2859626186189562700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2859626186189562700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2859626186189562700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-583633076334799849</id><published>2011-04-15T16:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:51:37.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>is it just me?</title><content type='html'>The older I get, the slower I think (trying to avoid the nasty word that starts with s and ends with d). Go figure. Could it be Alzheimers&amp;#39;? I tend to forget things quite quickly. It&amp;#39;s the most unfortunate when academic related materials tend to linger the shortest. Either that or it doesn&amp;#39;t register at all. The examination period is such a torture. This year is such a torture.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-583633076334799849?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/583633076334799849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=583633076334799849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/583633076334799849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/583633076334799849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-just-me.html' title='is it just me?'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4130507090547249873</id><published>2011-04-14T17:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:47:07.832+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><title type='text'>USS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKv54K4tkPw/TackMXW_aCI/AAAAAAAADz4/hK-jNcExq6U/s1600/image-708274.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKv54K4tkPw/TackMXW_aCI/AAAAAAAADz4/hK-jNcExq6U/s320/image-708274.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595480856878606370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USS was fun although the company was quite a mix :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time before exams. I still can't believe it. Neither can I believe that I am 20 already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delusional? Escapism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4130507090547249873?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4130507090547249873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4130507090547249873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4130507090547249873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4130507090547249873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/04/uss.html' title='USS'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKv54K4tkPw/TackMXW_aCI/AAAAAAAADz4/hK-jNcExq6U/s72-c/image-708274.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1036954309982695166</id><published>2011-03-21T01:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:12:53.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video(s)'/><title type='text'>post essay adrenaline</title><content type='html'>The overflowing sense of euphoria upon the completion of the last essay for Lent term is keeping me awake at this unearthly hour (yes 2AM is now considered as unearthly). It is with no doubt that my under-eye area will be reflecting just exactly how badly sleep deprived I have been since weeks ago. I am definitely not thrilled at the idea of Shaun seeing me at this state. Henceforth, as of Monday the 21st of March 2011, I shall sleep by 11pm for the next 8 hours. Even though I still have 3 short essays and a quiz to go (all related to Microeconomics), which I will dedicate Tuesday to complete. I am in desperate need to banish the eye mess I have on me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I discovered a movie which is able to soothe my nerves and make me feel all nonchalant... it might be the actress and/or the genre/ period even. Total &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1JfS90u-1g8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The introduction itself soothes me greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1036954309982695166?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1036954309982695166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1036954309982695166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1036954309982695166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1036954309982695166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/post-essay-adrenaline.html' title='post essay adrenaline'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1JfS90u-1g8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6275125995874758745</id><published>2011-03-18T22:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:25:46.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Re MC Bacon Ltd [1990]</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Intention is objective, desire is subjective. A man can choose the lesser of two evils without desiring either...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6275125995874758745?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6275125995874758745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6275125995874758745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6275125995874758745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6275125995874758745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/re-mc-bacon-ltd-1990.html' title='Re MC Bacon Ltd [1990]'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8221612171602827944</id><published>2011-03-17T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:12:26.576Z</updated><title type='text'>brown</title><content type='html'>I am currently lusting over (nice) brown bags lately. I really do mean it when I say that. My current brown bag watch-list ranges from &amp;#163;30 and beyond. On top of the list is, of course, Proenza Schouler PS1 Medium. It is the L-U-S-T. I&amp;#39;ve been wanting it for so long! &amp;amp; an internship too of course. Le sigh. La vie  d&amp;#39;un &amp;#233;tudiant. &lt;p&gt;I miss taking French. (Okay I sound ridiculous)&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8221612171602827944?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8221612171602827944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8221612171602827944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8221612171602827944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8221612171602827944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/brown.html' title='brown'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6760699331749387348</id><published>2011-03-15T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:05:32.271Z</updated><title type='text'>lessons of life from microeconomics</title><content type='html'>&amp;#39;A rational, utility-maximising consumer will spread any wealth over lifetime consumption&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;One of the things I need to master.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6760699331749387348?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6760699331749387348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6760699331749387348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6760699331749387348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6760699331749387348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/lessons-of-life-from-microeconomics.html' title='lessons of life from microeconomics'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-351765466428439720</id><published>2011-03-14T19:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:14:17.034Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><title type='text'>say Minestrone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2m5DEtUXLg/TX5zxxKBdOI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kr3NGLjCJcc/s1600/image-706478.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2m5DEtUXLg/TX5zxxKBdOI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kr3NGLjCJcc/s320/image-706478.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584027886832153826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's mi-mi-minestrone! :9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Wikipedia:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Minestrone (Italian: minestra [soup] + -one [augmentative suffix] hence "the big soup," the one with many ingredients) is the name for a variety of thick Italian soups made with vegetables, often with the addition of pasta or rice. Common ingredients include beans, onions, celery, carrots, stock, and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no set recipe for minestrone, since it is usually made out of whatever vegetables are in season. It can be vegetarian, contain meat, or contain a meat-based broth (such as chicken stock). Angelo Pellegrini, however, argues that the base of minestrone is bean broth, and thatRoman beans "are the beans to use for genuine minestrone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minestrone is one of the cornerstones of Italian cuisine, and is just about as common as pasta on Italian tables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Italian dish under my belt! I decided to go for Jamie Oliver's (mobile) version of the soup out of convenience. It is still yummers and definitely easier than the fancier ones. Nutritious soup for this frail body of mine. Think celery (normally I would stay away from this), carrot, tomato, onion, garlic, potato and more greens. It's impressive. I never really liked minestrone soup so I am glad this version appeals to me! I have to admit it is comparably more Chinese somehow. Beans + real chicken stock next perhaps? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh0ZxgtOb4Y/TX6AGYVvbcI/AAAAAAAADzw/OexOwmxHbN8/s320/IMG01547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584041435087203778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy White Day! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  (I'm getting old...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As it is apparent that 6 of my facebook friends have their birthdays today... happy birthday to them/you! Not forgetting the Valentines: I hope your love has been reciprocated. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-351765466428439720?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/351765466428439720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=351765466428439720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/351765466428439720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/351765466428439720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/sent-from-my-iphone.html' title='say Minestrone'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2m5DEtUXLg/TX5zxxKBdOI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kr3NGLjCJcc/s72-c/image-706478.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7331678937573799353</id><published>2011-03-13T18:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:25:33.663Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>the wolf is here for real and crying wolf ain't gna help at all</title><content type='html'>My eyelids are heavy. My ears are blocked. My thoughts are foggy. Of all the weeks, I have to fall sick at the end of week 9/start of week 10. How great! With 1-2 overdue + 3 soon-to-be-due assignments on hand, it's definitely not ideal. What a total bummer. I was planning to make asparagus and pesto risotto as well! I guess that has to wait until my (ab)normal appetite comes back. It would be nice to have a warm bowl of soup/ reaaally thick porridge with meatballs right now though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile my Microeconomics lecturer is being absolutely cute. "Hello? Can you hear me... is the microphone working?" in a british-american slang hehehe. I'm officially going nuts urgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the lecture sigh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7331678937573799353?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7331678937573799353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7331678937573799353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7331678937573799353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7331678937573799353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/wolf-is-here-for-real-and-crying-wolf.html' title='the wolf is here for real and crying wolf ain&apos;t gna help at all'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8732698559781340650</id><published>2011-03-12T14:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:13:25.602Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>nails again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o1TlXci2CA/TXt9ocYFIMI/AAAAAAAADzQ/KKF6v5PdhOA/s1600/image-720591.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o1TlXci2CA/TXt9ocYFIMI/AAAAAAAADzQ/KKF6v5PdhOA/s320/image-720591.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583194296821293250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I decided to paint my nails with the same design :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qA44aIghDo/TXt9oyT8Y3I/AAAAAAAADzg/UZCPwjcUcmM/s1600/image-723227.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qA44aIghDo/TXt9oyT8Y3I/AAAAAAAADzg/UZCPwjcUcmM/s320/image-723227.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583194302709523314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My right hand is always the flawed one...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a bit of muscle ache. That was enough to make me stay in bed and fall right back into dreamland. So much for determination to get up at half past eight to make up for lectures missed and work out at noon! Grr. I shall be ambitious and wake up at 7.30 tomorrow. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's nice to spend time with myself again. I do need the time especially when there's SO much to do in SO little time. Finance and Law are the modules I am most worried about. I have absolutely no idea what is going on for Finance and Law is just crazy considering how small(bad) my brain space(memory) is. But it's nice to mend things/ settle misunderstandings. The most recent events have made me realised how much more dramatic I have evolved since, maybe, CTC years? Or earlier last year. The good thing about it is someone facilitated bonding time between my housemate and me... although she might have seen the more dramatic side of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nDGCb3A5uE/TXt9ojiQM_I/AAAAAAAADzY/Q4czYuQsr-c/s1600/image-722329.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nDGCb3A5uE/TXt9ojiQM_I/AAAAAAAADzY/Q4czYuQsr-c/s320/image-722329.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583194298743010290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is random but I have decided to really go for long hair (chest - waist length)... &amp;amp; maybe loose curls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 more week and 6 more days to go!! I am super excited :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8732698559781340650?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8732698559781340650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8732698559781340650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8732698559781340650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8732698559781340650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_12.html' title='nails again'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o1TlXci2CA/TXt9ocYFIMI/AAAAAAAADzQ/KKF6v5PdhOA/s72-c/image-720591.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6799535180363455079</id><published>2011-03-09T17:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:15:17.861Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><title type='text'>three sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjb_IawQCdk/TXe_GTCR3gI/AAAAAAAADzA/i--9r3kbrQ4/s1600/image-736237.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjb_IawQCdk/TXe_GTCR3gI/AAAAAAAADzA/i--9r3kbrQ4/s320/image-736237.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582140378058972674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPOQcp1bN5M/TXe_GhtyYpI/AAAAAAAADzI/ugXW0A4xtTg/s1600/image-738351.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPOQcp1bN5M/TXe_GhtyYpI/AAAAAAAADzI/ugXW0A4xtTg/s320/image-738351.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582140381999555218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too bored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6799535180363455079?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6799535180363455079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6799535180363455079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6799535180363455079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6799535180363455079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-sins.html' title='three sins'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjb_IawQCdk/TXe_GTCR3gI/AAAAAAAADzA/i--9r3kbrQ4/s72-c/image-736237.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4192654835349303875</id><published>2011-03-08T15:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:53:14.281Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><title type='text'>housemate and PGF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Kbqf40t5JY/TXZSU-10VQI/AAAAAAAADy4/iM48g_PT0Yk/s1600/image-755060.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Kbqf40t5JY/TXZSU-10VQI/AAAAAAAADy4/iM48g_PT0Yk/s320/image-755060.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581739308591895810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Giving my nails some well-deserved rest. I am having some difficulties in restraining myself from getting them nicely lacquered up though. Lesson learnt: invest in a good base coat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post I mentioned that I had a really good week. Apparently it didn't stop there. For the next month or so I had an amazing time with friends. I was given a surprise birthday party organised by the sweetest housemate ever and a potentital good friend. More stories on the latter in a later post. It was a night I never imagined myself having. Ever. But I am glad that I was in good hands. For my dearest housemate who had to go through the spills and stench... and for the PGF who had to stay up just in case I needed assistance: thank you. Neither will I ever forget the surprise by the strike of midnight, when housemate pretended that her room light busted in order to lure me out of my lair. It was quite eeyrie for some reason. I jumped when someone shouted "BOO!". PGF walked out of the bathroom behind me, holding the huge macaron with a red candle on top. They sang the birthday song, I made a wish and blew out the candle. How can I forget such memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, thank you both for giving me such an memorable 20th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends weekend out at Blackpool was fun and inspiring although a bit akward at times. Back in the current, everything is back at the original state. I am spending time with myself once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4192654835349303875?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4192654835349303875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4192654835349303875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4192654835349303875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4192654835349303875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='housemate and PGF'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Kbqf40t5JY/TXZSU-10VQI/AAAAAAAADy4/iM48g_PT0Yk/s72-c/image-755060.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3408493292890549097</id><published>2011-02-08T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:26:38.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>so the past week was great</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed last week. It was eventful, crazy, pretty spontaneous, out of the ordinary, fresh, tiring, sleep-deprived, delicious, fun, fattening, the list goes on! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was bad. Went out of control during lecture and scored an F for accounting assignment. But a couple of macarons made it a little better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3408493292890549097?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3408493292890549097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3408493292890549097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3408493292890549097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3408493292890549097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-past-week-was-great.html' title='so the past week was great'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-776434102705704269</id><published>2011-01-22T20:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:44:47.502Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm not gonna write you a love song</title><content type='html'>Loving the tune of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zad2H2uwOGM"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sara Bareilles - Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-776434102705704269?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/776434102705704269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=776434102705704269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/776434102705704269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/776434102705704269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/01/sara-bareilles-love-song.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna write you a love song'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7077713880354478265</id><published>2011-01-22T17:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:52:34.626Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My new found love'/><title type='text'>future consumption is better than current consumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TTsZD7YmwiI/AAAAAAAADys/9uB-kV3Ra9M/s1600/BSS11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TTsZD7YmwiI/AAAAAAAADys/9uB-kV3Ra9M/s320/BSS11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565069319817576994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;COLOUR. Did I buy too soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7077713880354478265?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7077713880354478265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7077713880354478265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7077713880354478265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7077713880354478265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/01/future-consumption-is-better-than.html' title='future consumption is better than current consumption'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TTsZD7YmwiI/AAAAAAAADys/9uB-kV3Ra9M/s72-c/BSS11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7270743605169409422</id><published>2011-01-19T01:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:39:52.082Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><title type='text'>it's kinda late</title><content type='html'>The senior who agreed to help me get an internship at an Accounting firm in Singapore has sent my (lousy last minute) CV to the director. I am nervous. Will I get the it? I should probably get started on PwC as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7270743605169409422?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7270743605169409422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7270743605169409422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7270743605169409422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7270743605169409422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-kinda-late.html' title='it&apos;s kinda late'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1165808150671236739</id><published>2011-01-18T22:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:12:06.077Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doomed'/><title type='text'>the H word</title><content type='html'>Boooooooo! (as in jeering boo not jump-in-and-try-to-scare-people kind of boo or the o-m-g-cuteness-overload boo) I have no will, none at all, to pick up any notes/reading materials/assignments AND IT'S JUST A FEW MONTHS AWAY FROM THE MAJOR EXAMS! Does it spell out d-e-a-d for you? It sure does for me. Especially when I spent the whole of winter break doing nothing productive other than reading something that I absolutely have no idea what it was. Hang on.  Oh yes, it was Microeconomics and there were lines and words on the paper. Either way, d-e-a-d it is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been feeling mighty lazy lately and today is the worst ever since Lent started. At least I paid attention during my make up Accounting class (skipped yesterday's class because of the recent disease), took notes for Corporate Law (it was painfully boring trust me) and ??? for Microecons. To be fair today was quite hectic because I just had to schedule the make up class before 3 hours worth of lectures, which adds up to a grand total of 4 hours straight. I thought I did quite well when I paid attention to most of the Law lecture and first 20 minutes or less of Microecons. *beams* I Spent the later quarter of Law imagining my lecturer as a blonde lawyer (legally blonde) and how fashionable she must have been because she wore this patent black coat/raincoat today plus her hair is styled in quite a glamorous way. She is probably older than 60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening was spent deliberating with myself whether I should get a couple of things from ASOS. My very considerate and caring housemate decided to bring my attention to the fact that NUS 20% discount is back. My reaction started off with my excitement escalating uncontrollably followed by a very brisk crash as I brought myself back to reality. As of yesterday, I decided to curb my spending by leaving only £20 in my wallet. January Challenge: £20 for the rest of the month. It took me quite a bit of courage to give it a pass but I'm glad I did myself that favour. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now do myself another favour by getting some work done! Woohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1165808150671236739?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1165808150671236739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1165808150671236739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1165808150671236739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1165808150671236739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/01/h-word.html' title='the H word'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1825518641741928820</id><published>2011-01-16T22:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:03:25.560Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housemate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>raspberry</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my housemate and I hosted part one of our house-warming party. We had a terribly busy time preparing the food. She decided to prepare soup and the main while I prepared the appetiser and dessert. It felt like my share of preparation is not as heavy as her's but that's definitely not the case. It would have been so if I decided to be practical... but no, I just had to do it the hard way. At least for the dessert part because I took the effort to make faux macarons! It was funny because it was totally spontaneous. Initially I just wanted to make red velvet cake but I thought it'll be a hassle to serve it so the idea evolved to "red velvet burgers" (creativity at its worst). It eventually became faux macarons because it looked like macarons and I had no intention to make the aforementioned red velvet burgers (with cream cheese frosting as the "patty"??). It's just that I had the idea of 2 little round red velvets with cream cheese frosting in the middle but had a major failure in generating the right name for it. Faux macarons it is! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness a senior (he's from CTC) came by really early (and unexpected, causing us to burst into a frantic duo rushing around and changing out of our home clothes while he waited outside in the cold...) and helped us both with the preparation. It would have been quite unmanageable. There were about 6 other guests or so. We ate, talked and played cards. After they left, we took about at least an hour cleaning up. There were A LOT of dishes to wash and the floor was in a mess. The bag in the food bin decided to make way (it was pathetically thin but to be fair we didn't know about it) and it was quite a gross moment. By the time I finished the cleaning up it was already 1/2AM. The dark circles are definitely going to enlarge its radius. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First week of Lent felt quite long. I actually thought that this is already the end of week 2 but unfortunately it's not. I can't wait for the month to end! My bank account is screaming out loud as it approaches ground zero and (hopefully not) below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1825518641741928820?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1825518641741928820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1825518641741928820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1825518641741928820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1825518641741928820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/01/raspberry.html' title='raspberry'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4058215308885014740</id><published>2011-01-09T19:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:31:23.570Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>pre-Lent depression</title><content type='html'>Being back in London feels kind of weird this time round. Travelling from Heathrow to Chancery Lane felt lonely as my sister, who would always pick me up previously, wasn't there to do so. I was convinced to take a cab back, which I am sort of glad that I did so (1 heavy luggage and 2 hand-carries). I have no idea how I would have managed if I were to travel back by underground (which would have saved me enough to replace my favourite cardigan which shrunk). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Egawd, today is passing by so slowly! Due to the slight jetlag I'm having, I woke up at 9am (the norm is after 11am) and cleaned my room + kitchen floor and toilet. So glad I managed to finish by around noon. I don't know if it's OCD or what, but I must get the cleaning done before I start studying or I can't study. Yesterday passed by considerably slowly as well. I can't remember what I did yesterday. It must have been on the internet because I can never remember events that happened on the net. It's like a blackout period. Excessive internet surfing is bad :( it makes my days feel so meaningless (skype is an exception). Anyway, the past 2 days felt like as if I never left. It's the same feeling I had when I flew back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lent term starts tomorrow. MAJOR DEPRESSING! The thought of it completely drains out my inspiration. Not that I have any for this post. Boohoo hope the constant brain freeze goes away soon :(&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/19327793-4058215308885014740?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4058215308885014740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4058215308885014740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4058215308885014740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4058215308885014740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-lent-depression.html' title='pre-Lent depression'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7132946115922013128</id><published>2010-12-26T14:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:50:54.896Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>people you love hurt you the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;3 weeks ago I was looking forward to my flight back to Singapore. I've arrived safely and will be leaving in less than a fortnight. Boohoo, time is passing unbelievably quickly! I have been having quite a bit of fun for the last two weeks here in the lion city but at the same time have been receiving some negative vibes coming from, sadly, home. Haih. I am torn whether I should be looking forward to my trip back to London. Maybe my sister's plan of returning to London is not all bad. It'll definitely make me feel less lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling kind of bummed out for some unknown reason. Hope it goes away soon... grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7132946115922013128?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7132946115922013128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7132946115922013128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7132946115922013128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7132946115922013128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-you-love-hurt-you-most.html' title='people you love hurt you the most'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1692301612552342883</id><published>2010-12-05T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:41:09.349Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Ciao Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPwekCv2JmI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Emf7_Bjjzlw/s1600/04122010283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPwekCv2JmI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Emf7_Bjjzlw/s320/04122010283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342445575284322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday boy, his cake and his sweet housemate :) (and cousin- standing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I had fun at a birthday party last night! It ended off with the birthday boy being drunk and muttering random things e.g. spilling liquid all over his pants, "I love the wall", "so when I drink I become a woman and when you drink you become a man?!"- inside joke but a really funny one at that. Everyone kept toasting him with birthday drinks! The culprit in red (above picture) supposedly drank 3 shots of pure Vodka straight. I was impressed when she downed one after another like gulp, fill, gulp, fill, gulp!! A short moment later someone told me that it's just plain water. LOL?! But great job everyone! It was real difficult to get him to reach that state.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPwiqKwNPsI/AAAAAAAADyg/E7akUGRS4ic/s1600/05122010287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPwiqKwNPsI/AAAAAAAADyg/E7akUGRS4ic/s320/05122010287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547346948850007746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1692301612552342883?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1692301612552342883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1692301612552342883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1692301612552342883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1692301612552342883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/12/ciao-bella.html' title='Ciao Bella'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPwekCv2JmI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Emf7_Bjjzlw/s72-c/04122010283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5790624364800903406</id><published>2010-12-03T20:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:13:57.844Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPlNRC6D4xI/AAAAAAAADyI/zhDr9Dw5n7M/s1600/IMG01455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPlNRC6D4xI/AAAAAAAADyI/zhDr9Dw5n7M/s320/IMG01455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546549371316986642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gedditgeddit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-5790624364800903406?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5790624364800903406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5790624364800903406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5790624364800903406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5790624364800903406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/12/code.html' title='code'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPlNRC6D4xI/AAAAAAAADyI/zhDr9Dw5n7M/s72-c/IMG01455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7043772546575782677</id><published>2010-12-02T20:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:42:57.689Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I CAN MAKE IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>December snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCCXn-F2I/AAAAAAAADxw/Mx7Z7Dm9eOY/s320/02122010259_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185180831422306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;View from the window in my room :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCC-EXLhI/AAAAAAAADx4/PVO8djcnvjo/s1600/02122010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCC-EXLhI/AAAAAAAADx4/PVO8djcnvjo/s320/02122010262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185191151054354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha poor car. I was wishing that it'll snow really heavily overnight because it'll be nice to build a snowman for once! I really want to build oneeeeeee. (This was taken from the kitchen window)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCH1VAdBI/AAAAAAAADyA/7n8WBNxvo5M/s1600/02122010266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCH1VAdBI/AAAAAAAADyA/7n8WBNxvo5M/s320/02122010266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185274704294930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looked kind of similar to the previous photo but it's different. It's supposed to show the marginally thicker snow that has fallen on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCCXn-F2I/AAAAAAAADxw/Mx7Z7Dm9eOY/s1600/02122010259_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As mentioned in the previous couple of posts, it has been snowing here! The main highlight for waking up today was to see how much of snow has accumulated on the ground. It was not as thick as a couple of years back when it snowed really heavily but it still looked wintery nonetheless! Plus it kept me indoors (UO sample sale is going on + FCUK Grazia deal- 20% off!! One day only) because the thought of balancing on the slippery ground puts me off. I managed to finish my Econs essay in the afternoon yey! I'm quite chirpy now because my tutor is nice enough to accept it even though I handed it in late :D Hehhehheh :D :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, Accounts essay. Ganbarou~&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/19327793-7043772546575782677?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7043772546575782677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7043772546575782677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7043772546575782677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7043772546575782677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-snow.html' title='December snow'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPgCCXn-F2I/AAAAAAAADxw/Mx7Z7Dm9eOY/s72-c/02122010259_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2611024719965514166</id><published>2010-12-01T23:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:02:42.907Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>damnit I'm stressed... for being inefficient</title><content type='html'>I'm just one malted milk biscuit away from finishing the whole packet, which I bought yesterday. I'm full, yet I can't stop munching. Must. Stop. Impulse. Snacking. SERIOUSLY. How bad things get! I'm getting nowhere with my freaking ASS-ignment and thinking that munching will help get my mind on it, which obviously failed, I'm forever going to stay a terrible student with a big hip*. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's currently snowing quite heavily outside. December first and I'm already seeing snow-covered roofs in London. C'est la folie! Hehe I miss learning French :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A moment on the lips, forever on the hips - this rings in my ears after I stop snacking. Every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2611024719965514166?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2611024719965514166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2611024719965514166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2611024719965514166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2611024719965514166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/12/damnit-im-stressed-for-being.html' title='damnit I&apos;m stressed... for being inefficient'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7768338588272680897</id><published>2010-11-29T22:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:33:18.708Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>snood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's freaking cold in here! The heaters in my room and the hallway, which is right in front of my door (which is open), are both switched on and I'm still freezing my brains out. Seriously. I can feel my skull contracting in this super cruel, bone-chilling coldness! Metoffice (weather forecast) has been putting up updates that snow has fallen on the other parts of the UK. Tomorrow is predicted to be London's turn. I'm definitely not walking out with tights and shorts. My dressing sounds crazy ("tights in Winter?!") but normally 2 layers (100+ denier) of them is sufficient to keep my legs warm... at this time of the year. I guess this year's different. It gets more worrying after I read this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some of the snow showers have been frequently heavy with hail and thunder mixed in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...global warming at play? 2012? (2012 is a freaking scary yet entertaining movie!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head is kind of woozy right now. It might be because of the spontaneous coldness but I have a gut feeling that it's because of the weird smell coming from the (BLUE!!) snood I bought today. I made the purchase without realising that it's 100% acrylic. It would have been fine even if I do realise it (it's NAVY blue!), but the smell is really putting me off. Is it paranoia at play or am I really feeling restless? I'm really hesitating at the thought of returning it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPQpIzKXwII/AAAAAAAADxo/bD12eJazbqA/s320/29112010258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545102272349323394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It IS quite ordinary looking... and acrylic smelling. (I shall assume it's the smell of acrylic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's hope it doesn't snow tomorrow! I'm planning to wedge 2 hours of rush-shopping (more of running errands than anything really) in between the 4 hours break I usually get on Tuesday~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7768338588272680897?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7768338588272680897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7768338588272680897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7768338588272680897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7768338588272680897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/11/snood.html' title='snood'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TPQpIzKXwII/AAAAAAAADxo/bD12eJazbqA/s72-c/29112010258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3491599272415984912</id><published>2010-11-26T00:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:01:02.536Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housemate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>week 8</title><content type='html'>Friday's arrival signifies the beginning of weekend 8. I'm highly anticipating the end of Michaelmas for it has been a reaaally tiring one. At this point, my body-clock is somewhat messed up. It might be due to my recent sensitivity towards caffeine, which is totally uncool. Not being able to sleep at 3am is really annoying because it's almost a 100% that I'll end up waking up past noon- sluggabed indeed. Waking up that late is not fun when the Sun doesn't greet you with its glorious rays. Especially when the first thing you think about upon waking up is... catching up with lectures and getting the assignments done! (though on the bright side I'm starting to be more studious hehe)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the few interesting things that happened this month includes my housemate's friends visit from France. Their company made me realise how much of a goodie we both are and that I really need to step out of this house more often... both day and night! I've been finding each day as mundane as ever and I could barely remember what I did on day X of the week. Or even one interesting thing I did on week Y. Other than the Harry Potter afternoon. Is that how I want to live my university life?! No. Henceforth next Sunday I will be taking another (baby) step out of my comfort zone- some Christmas market event described as atas by la housemate. Well better than just doing ordinary stuff e.g. shopping, watching videos, etc. right! *detemined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the temperature is falling closer to 0 and lower, I've been feeling hungry so often. I love snacking without guilt, which obviously in reality it rarely happens. As my butt and thighs aching (good sign) due to a recent conditioning class I attended, I just end up feeling even more guilty for snacking! A moment on the lips, forever on the hips. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels weird to be blogging again. I kind of miss how smooth things would just flow from my mind and I would type on and on... and how I used to treat it as an avenue for thoughts with minimal restrictions. Ahh life works in such weird ways. (wts what sort of paragraph is this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEEK 8 IS COMING TO AN END WOOHOO! :D I shall ignore how bleak week 9's schedule looks (2 essays and 1 assignment due). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of weird post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3491599272415984912?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3491599272415984912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3491599272415984912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3491599272415984912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3491599272415984912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-8.html' title='week 8'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2356967475843191860</id><published>2010-11-24T00:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:32:07.297Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>happy together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TOxbrSBwhZI/AAAAAAAADxg/MgXE74u70Es/s1600/24112010254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TOxbrSBwhZI/AAAAAAAADxg/MgXE74u70Es/s320/24112010254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542906040517952914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am supposed to be sleeping right now, but I just couldn't resist sharing this ultimately sweet sight I see in front of me. I hope it'll stay up forever! Super cute addition to my room teehee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2356967475843191860?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2356967475843191860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2356967475843191860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2356967475843191860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2356967475843191860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-together.html' title='happy together'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TOxbrSBwhZI/AAAAAAAADxg/MgXE74u70Es/s72-c/24112010254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-393221874569625652</id><published>2010-11-15T01:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-15T01:12:00.752Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under pressure'/><title type='text'>Roberto Cavalli oversized labradorite ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall be a foolish student who stays up late to finish my essay and weekly chores, taking breaks every now and to google and oogle at beautiful rings. Statement rings, not any other rings just in case you're wondering. (I have to admit I am the sort who do weird things late at night...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/80553/80553_in_l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 345px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute is that? Reminds me of an evil egg nested in a gold nest. I like how nicely wrapped the centrepiece is. However it's definitely not worth the price: £230. I'd rather get their corset skirt instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay! End of story :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-393221874569625652?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/393221874569625652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=393221874569625652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/393221874569625652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/393221874569625652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/11/roberto-cavalli-oversized-labradorite.html' title='Roberto Cavalli oversized labradorite ring'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4480223636185110920</id><published>2010-11-13T23:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:52:58.051Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hS5H7MfI/AAAAAAAADxY/TG-_E6AwYTU/s1600/74336_500211580802_621315802_7655499_1287267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though this week has yet to end, I've reached a pre-conclusion that it has been crazily busy and pretty much unpredictable. From getting disappointing looks from my a couple of my tutors to catching Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallows Part 1 WORLD premiere (must emphasise on how grand it was) red carpet event to spending Friday night coming so close to getting drunk (at home- one step closer to a typical uni student?) and so much more. Everything was sort of planned but the outcomes were completely random, which was extraordinarily fun and different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter red carpet event was madness. I found out about it last week and asked my house-mate if she wanted to join me, which she did. &amp;amp; I'm glad she did because she went kind of all-out with all the cast spotting, picture taking and being part of the crazy crowd behind the metal bars... if you know what I mean. The thought of it may be quite childish and a turn-off(troublesome), but being part of it was fun! Especially when you're physically close to the cast who you have been seeing on the screen for years. The excitement you get makes it all worth it. Oh yea need I mention housemate bonding as well? It's not something that you can do everyday but it's definitely something you'll remember and will be able to reminisce about. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got some shots of some of the casts! I shall name them by their characters in HP (that's how I recognise them sadly...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hDmbLe5I/AAAAAAAADwg/MLsh50g7iY0/s1600/75770_500209700802_621315802_7655434_4288771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hDmbLe5I/AAAAAAAADwg/MLsh50g7iY0/s320/75770_500209700802_621315802_7655434_4288771_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182412426869650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But before that, the venue. It was drizzling initially, which changed to a heavy rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hDTCar5I/AAAAAAAADwY/wyxCWwO1oKE/s1600/72245_500209640802_621315802_7655432_6880198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hDTCar5I/AAAAAAAADwY/wyxCWwO1oKE/s320/72245_500209640802_621315802_7655432_6880198_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182407222734738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made acquaintance with the security guard on the right :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hD4bsZ1I/AAAAAAAADwo/9660jrKqK5A/s1600/149882_500210230802_621315802_7655455_6897155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hD4bsZ1I/AAAAAAAADwo/9660jrKqK5A/s320/149882_500210230802_621315802_7655455_6897155_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182417260865362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred and George!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hEdYsQEI/AAAAAAAADww/kId6lxxzE2A/s1600/76665_500210445802_621315802_7655462_3957494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hEdYsQEI/AAAAAAAADww/kId6lxxzE2A/s320/76665_500210445802_621315802_7655462_3957494_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182427180384322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Fred/ George? Both of them spent the most time walking around, signing, shaking hands and taking pictures with fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hEtBDFuI/AAAAAAAADw4/7rU9cAk7-W0/s1600/149898_500210695802_621315802_7655470_2335959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hEtBDFuI/AAAAAAAADw4/7rU9cAk7-W0/s320/149898_500210695802_621315802_7655470_2335959_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182431376185058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neville! I used to dislike him when he was young and short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hS3TQD5I/AAAAAAAADxQ/jfAMzoZjhFM/s1600/148830_500211020802_621315802_7655482_3585724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hS3TQD5I/AAAAAAAADxQ/jfAMzoZjhFM/s320/148830_500211020802_621315802_7655482_3585724_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182674655055762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna Lovegood. Wow I couldn't recognise her at all. She looks so much older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hSNj7uAI/AAAAAAAADxA/PYom5MIkfXk/s1600/76674_500211720802_621315802_7655504_4138703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hSNj7uAI/AAAAAAAADxA/PYom5MIkfXk/s320/76674_500211720802_621315802_7655504_4138703_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182663450736642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;V-V-Voldermort. Looks good with nose, no? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hSmZLfVI/AAAAAAAADxI/J3F5Fyihcu4/s1600/73828_500211505802_621315802_7655496_877102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hSmZLfVI/AAAAAAAADxI/J3F5Fyihcu4/s320/73828_500211505802_621315802_7655496_877102_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182670116519250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Va-va-voom Bellatrix. Real person looks as eccentric as the character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hS5H7MfI/AAAAAAAADxY/TG-_E6AwYTU/s1600/74336_500211580802_621315802_7655499_1287267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hS5H7MfI/AAAAAAAADxY/TG-_E6AwYTU/s320/74336_500211580802_621315802_7655499_1287267_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539182675144421874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA MRS WEASLEY. Classic. She looks older in person as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did manage to see 2 out of the 3 main casts- Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson. Unfortunately we were in the process of shifting position hence we missed out... but we saw them in quite a way. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've told myself to not spend too much on this post as I really have to get started on my virgin Law essay. Omg how do Law students hurdle from essay to essay? The amount of reading is crazy and the amount of writing is even worse. But then again, case readings can be really enjoyable. Anyway before I end this post, my best end to the week/Saturday: I achieved the highest grade for my Microeconomics quiz!! 8D *nerd (sadly greeted with C+ for accounts essay shortly after- what a bummer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4480223636185110920?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4480223636185110920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4480223636185110920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4480223636185110920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4480223636185110920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-6.html' title='Week 6'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TN8hDmbLe5I/AAAAAAAADwg/MLsh50g7iY0/s72-c/75770_500209700802_621315802_7655434_4288771_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4820356113601907115</id><published>2010-11-04T23:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:58:57.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>Alright, emo time is here. Being in a state of emo-ness actually makes me feel like blogging, weirdly enough. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 weeks into Michaelmas and what have I achieved? Nothing much. At least nothing academically, sadly to say. Is it normal to be finding myself picking up the pieces which I have left behind while attempting to stay on par with everyone else? I hope it is. Being booked out this Sunday doesn't help. Guy Fawkes fireworks on Friday evening, Bicester (!!) for the whole of Saturday and uni mates' house-warming on Sunday evening. How am I supposed to schedule studies in?! I really dislike the idea of sacrificing more sleep when I think about the intensity of my dark circles. They are the worst. Ever. Grah!! Damn you internet for letting me do endless window shopping! Damn me for my non-existent self-control from surfing the net. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to find a solution for this though. In the form of a list. I know how much I love love LOVE striking off the points of my list. It works from time to time, but distraction occurs and hence procrastination seeps through. But on a brighter side, it's working better than it used to so I shouldn't be discouraged about all of this and work it out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok more on updates. I have settled for Microeconomics, which is quite manageable as for now (though I still picking some things up). My timetable is pretty cool as my Thursdays are officially empty and my only Wednesday lecture is recorded!! Yes I know, it's quite ironic that I'm still lagging behind even though I have 2 weekends in a week. Oh well. First few weeks of Michaelmas was basically spent packing and cleaning the house. I'm so glad my housemate and I came up with a roster. It gives me one less reason to put academics on hold. Like now, I should be studying instead of blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll be burning some midnight oil tonight :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4820356113601907115?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4820356113601907115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4820356113601907115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4820356113601907115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4820356113601907115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/11/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6532918545178897901</id><published>2010-10-28T21:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:20:31.816+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>It's nice and heart-warming to be experiencing (and have) love in the midst of when things are going wrong. It's magical how it's able to give strength when one is feeling the most fragile. Just a moment ago, I just proved to myself that being sentimental is good. Looking through my box comforted me like how a bowl of chicken soup would after being drenched from a rainy walk home... no wait, that's an understatement of how comforting it really is. There's no word to describe it.&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what have I done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's keep this rocking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6532918545178897901?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6532918545178897901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6532918545178897901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6532918545178897901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6532918545178897901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4897065791557488140</id><published>2010-10-22T21:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:59:39.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video(s)'/><title type='text'>ooohhhhh~</title><content type='html'>I remember how I used to spam this song endlessly for countless nights :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJCsyLUCSXI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJCsyLUCSXI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4897065791557488140?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4897065791557488140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4897065791557488140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4897065791557488140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4897065791557488140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/10/ooohhhhh.html' title='ooohhhhh~'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8191307584311472766</id><published>2010-10-18T23:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:00:25.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>A girl will stop sucking her lollipop when it loses its sweetness. A boy will switch to another game when he gets bored of the current one. Question: are you a grown up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8191307584311472766?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8191307584311472766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8191307584311472766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8191307584311472766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8191307584311472766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7050510682759291369</id><published>2010-10-18T00:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:56:09.510+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>I should really be sleeping</title><content type='html'>It's 12.33AM and homesick. How sad my night get?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih. Tomorrow at about this time marks the very first week I am all alone in this country. All alone as in totally independent, solely living with myself and not with any kin within reach. It was a busy week full of nothing but packing. &amp;amp; today, just, to be exact, I'm finally done with it. YES! I am Done with packing. Even though my bed doesn't look very inspiring and how I wanted it to be, I've decided to close one eye and make good with whatever I have done for the last... fortnight? How pages of notes could I have read with that amount of time?! (morphing into a studious being for once) But I guess some things have to be given up sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway more about my first taste of independence. So far, I find living alone can be quite domestically exhausting. Especially when I'm discovering my trait for hygiene. Other than that, I have been feeling like something is missing. It's likely that it's because I'm still missing my sister. Whatever the reason may be, it sucks so bad because I get this feeling of emptiness now and then. Hopefully socialising will help to fill it up! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More updates soon enough. Time for some beauty sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7050510682759291369?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7050510682759291369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7050510682759291369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7050510682759291369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7050510682759291369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-should-really-be-sleeping.html' title='I should really be sleeping'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7211961167093737</id><published>2010-10-10T17:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:32:50.392+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>day x+n of packing</title><content type='html'>Packing never seems to end. Especially when I have this ever-growing idea of mine to spruce up a warm and comfortable room. It's difficult to stop it at an idea because, unfortunately for this case, inspiration keeps coming! Either that or something doesn't go right, hence the need to think of a replacement. Safely to say I'm more or less done with thinking of what goes where. The things that I am left to do: wait for fitted sheet and pillow cases to come, wash my new duvet sheet (which is so soft!!), install the sheets and new pillows (boohoo for hollowfibres), place the drawer liners to the specified (lucky) shelves in first wardrobe, arrange my second wardrobe, get curtains, ect. Yep, there's still a whole lot of actions to be carried out. I can't believe I'm spending so much time into this. It better be worth it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year 2 started out pretty mundanely, sadly. Currently it feels like it'll just be another year in uni, but we shall see. It's still too fast to judge. My timetable issn't too bad. My Mondays are INtEnsiVe: 9am to 6pm. What say you? However I'm still in the middle of course selection, which is a total bummer since I've been bugged with the indecisive disease. Microeconomics or Macroeconomics? I started off thinking "definitely Micro" but now that term has started, I've decided to go with Macro and is sort of enjoying it. But! It's just the first week. Lectures always start off, for the most of them, nicely and make you go "ooh this issn't so bad after all". But when I look at the exam paper for Macro it is quite intimidating as it is mainly essay-based questions. Micro is more of proving equations and applying them to the question. It does look challenging because it means that if you don't get the equation right, then that's the end of it. Haih. I shall reserve some time before bed thinking about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to packing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7211961167093737?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7211961167093737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7211961167093737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7211961167093737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7211961167093737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-xn-of-packing.html' title='day x+n of packing'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-851121229981683723</id><published>2010-09-24T17:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:31:26.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>beyond control</title><content type='html'>Tonight I felt heartbroken saying goodnight to you. Just 5 days left. The last five days of the 112 days I came back for Summer holiday. I've tried to not think about it but missing you makes me all weak and fragile. Ready to crack, go berserk and put down everything else that I have ahead of me just to have that warm snuggle and comforting hug. &amp;amp; never ever let myself go. Unforgivably silly, but you're that important to me. Even after our little tiffs or big arguments, I still really, really love you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. (mild humour) growing corn bits all over yet? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s is it emotionally easier to send someone off or be the one departing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-851121229981683723?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/851121229981683723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=851121229981683723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/851121229981683723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/851121229981683723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/09/beyond-control.html' title='beyond control'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3054559721194401109</id><published>2010-09-14T10:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:11:19.294+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>can't wait to trim my nails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TI9HlNtUXqI/AAAAAAAADwQ/9GxBdLzHVR0/s320/DSC09537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516706773212618402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terribly dry hands and miserably long fingernails. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parents are in the house! They were away for about 10 days, leaving me with much liberation and an elder brother. It was quite a peaceful time for myself, the house and TV, although these were minimal. I really enjoyed the outdoors time but at the same time somehow missed the homely noise my parents always make. I can say that my life is all about trade-offs with very little best-of-both-worlds situations. Most of the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I decided to spend the afternoon at home. Chanced upon a couple of pictures which sort of give me an idea of how I would want to re-furnish (decorate, rather) my room this coming fall. My own room! How exciting. I'm thinking of going along with the existing colour template of white, beige and black, which are pretty neutral. Throw in some light patterns, fairy lights (and bed net!) and maybe introduce a sheer lining curtains to the small window in my room. I'm going for warm and soft theme to retain some Spring amidst the cruelly cold Winter. Oh yea and the gloomy rainy London weather too, which is quite a contrast compared to my potential room. So much furniture shopping to do! It's like as if the apartment is mine and I'm never ever going to move out of it. Oh how I wish... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grr now I'm anticipating my flight back to London, wait till my sister moves back to Singapore and start the decoration! That's a good thing right?..&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/19327793-3054559721194401109?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3054559721194401109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3054559721194401109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3054559721194401109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3054559721194401109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-wait-to-trim-my-nails.html' title='can&apos;t wait to trim my nails!'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TI9HlNtUXqI/AAAAAAAADwQ/9GxBdLzHVR0/s72-c/DSC09537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7967774189745356107</id><published>2010-09-11T15:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:50:55.759+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>got to get this out of my chest</title><content type='html'>Recent discovery. I hate it whenever I use "because you did that to me before" as a reason for why I did undesirable deeds to you. It's childish, I'm becoming childish and I don't want to be childish! Plus, &lt;i&gt;do unto others what you would have others do unto you&lt;/i&gt; (Matthew 7:120). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7967774189745356107?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7967774189745356107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7967774189745356107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7967774189745356107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7967774189745356107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-to-get-this-out-of-my-chest.html' title='got to get this out of my chest'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5934688479599599451</id><published>2010-09-05T14:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:19:54.638+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>just a bit</title><content type='html'>WOW. It's amazing (or not) how time flies by. Yes I really like saying that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just looking through my Summer 2010 album and noticed that I've been in Singapore for really long. To be more precise, since June. It's already September which means that I have been around for nearly 3 whole months. That's like one fifth of a year! Sadly enough it doesn't feel that long. Perhaps it's the recent internship opportunity made time more mundane and making it feel very &lt;i&gt;summed up&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm done with internship, it feels like I have a lot of time in hand. Myth. Just 3 more weeks left in Singapore is not enough. Especially when I'm planning to spend a longer time in London this time round i.e. spend Winter and Easter breaks in London, so the next trip back will be next Summer. I have no idea how I'm going to sustain the 9 months away from family, friends and hmm, who else did I miss? ;) I'm such a baby. There are people who are capable of concentrating on their lives over at the other end of the world and not relent to the temptation of returning to the loving home of theirs. I honestly feel that it's a huge feat if the company they have is not as friendly and supportive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall cross my fingers on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-5934688479599599451?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5934688479599599451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5934688479599599451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5934688479599599451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5934688479599599451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-bit.html' title='just a bit'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4975327977558119068</id><published>2010-08-31T03:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:28:41.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>today is an ambitious day</title><content type='html'>I am overwhelmed with thirst for achievement today. The number personal things that I need to iron out are building up. I shall clear up the documents in my laptop for a start. Then move on to my to-do list: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the long-expired security system updated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edit CV before internship ends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear my diary after internship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start using sunblock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frog squats (hehe) the three mentioned above on a daily basis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transfer photos from camera and get it uploaded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear up my pile of old magazines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drop by Bras Basah to get my million things done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunblock. (will be using mom's temporarily)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair rollers. (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; perhaps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a haircut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HDD, earphones, microphone and webcam. ($$$ T_T)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lotion and moisturising milk from Hada Labo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shu Uemura cleansing oil. Or an alternative since I don't use that much make up anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna Sui lippie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all, get all of the 11 main things crossed out of this list! *imagines the orgasmic sense of achievement. I honestly think that I should keep a personal diary that lists the things I have to do... Hang on, I already have one. Sad to say that the list is not enforced. Alright then! This spells a change of system for maintaining my list &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting to change my blog template as it is getting kind of old but can't bear to make the move. I think it's quite a comfortable piece ey?  The only thing that is starting to put me off is the black background. I am very tempted to change it to something lighter e.g. powder blue/gray/beige. Or something very cute and artsy. I already have something in mind but finding the right pattern is quite a problem. If only I know how to paint! Urgh to change or not to change? Hint: watercolour ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4975327977558119068?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4975327977558119068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4975327977558119068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4975327977558119068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4975327977558119068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-ambitious-day.html' title='today is an ambitious day'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8411490802760117781</id><published>2010-08-30T16:17:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T05:05:33.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><title type='text'>did I mention this before?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the credibility of telling the truth is great. The more serious and painful it is speaks of a greater courage than the days spent hiding it. The courage of requesting for the truth, getting the knowledge of and, in some cases, accepting it is also worth admiring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me of something that is relevant. What is cheating? I finally found a proper way to &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; explain it. Cheating is doing an action, probably with someone, which upon the revelation of that action to the person you love, will hurt him or her emotionally and/or physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8411490802760117781?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8411490802760117781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8411490802760117781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8411490802760117781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8411490802760117781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-i-mention-this-before.html' title='did I mention this before?'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6664745041248081346</id><published>2010-08-27T04:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T04:16:21.107+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><title type='text'>time-out</title><content type='html'>Are we playing a game of who-is-saying-&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;-first?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6664745041248081346?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6664745041248081346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6664745041248081346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6664745041248081346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6664745041248081346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-out.html' title='time-out'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2950902426232724680</id><published>2010-08-25T10:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:07:38.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>after senior left</title><content type='html'>Done! I'm feeling rather satisfied for completing the task. I asked tons of questions, edited details, cut and pasted information to get it done. Although it wasn't too difficult for a task, it's still quite satisfying to get things on the move. One other senior said something that might have indicated that it's a simple task which doesn't require much details. For a split second I felt silly, but honestly I'm just a beginner and I guess putting in a little more details is better than the lack of it. Plus it helps in making me learn some things that I probably won't be too bothered to read up on. Anyway, to make things better, senior threw in a little complement after submission. He hasn't checked it out yet so I really have to cross my fingers and toes that it's passable!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday felt like 3 days in comparison to the previous weekend. It was quite a weekend meeting up with the good old CTC people. Why the sudden meet up? Serene was in town for a little Singapore adventure. Saturday was quite packed with reunion lunch followed by a night band performance by none other than 22(Shaun, Nic, Naz and Boobs). The crowd size was definitely more than expected! No doubt that it took them by surprise. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a high-tea at Goodwood Park Hotel on Sunday. The high-tea buffet costs about $43 including service charge and GST. It was quite a decent spread consisting of cute little pastries and petite sandwiches. The scones were nice, warm and soft. I really like the blueberry one! The sandwiches were nice too. Personally I found the croissant with prawn and diced mango to be the most memorable one. We were also offered 2 selections of drinks, just in case the first selection doesn't suit our taste buds. I had Rosehips, which was quite sour. My little chemical experiment discovered that floral teas can't mix with milk. It forms white precipitate! Ok back to the point. The overall experience was nice. High-tea + friends = :D most of the time anyway. *nudges lovelettes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As aforementioned, yesterday felt longer than the weekend because the day started much earlier and ended late. In addition to that, it mainly consisted of lazying around which I haven't been doing much of late. Ahhh I'll miss my tv and sofa when I go back to London. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1+ week of internship left! Omg I feel so much older already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2950902426232724680?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2950902426232724680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2950902426232724680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2950902426232724680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2950902426232724680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-senior-left.html' title='after senior left'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6194801154985103179</id><published>2010-08-25T07:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:11:16.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>woozy work</title><content type='html'>Today is not a work day. I've got a document to write up but I've no idea how to go about doing it. Quite a few reasons to explain why. Firstly, the meeting was last week or longer. Secondly, I did not pay much attention to the meeting (my bad). Thirdly, I'm feeling super woozy and would really love to sleep but at the same time has an internal conflict in my head to get it started and whip out a smashing good 2 - 3 pages of document! Grr. 3 more hours to get this done and another 3 more before I can head home. Seniorrr can you come back quick so that I can consult you? :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my godness. Speaking of the devil, guess what just happened? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6194801154985103179?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6194801154985103179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6194801154985103179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6194801154985103179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6194801154985103179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/woozy-work.html' title='woozy work'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1884250239290355220</id><published>2010-08-23T04:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:02:32.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jargon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>druut</title><content type='html'>Stuck between 2 extremities. Either I'm blind, stupid or there issn't a democratic point where everyone will be happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Submitted my very first cheque back to senior is exchange for cash. My sentimental self feels like I've betrayed myself. My very first cheque!! But then again, it's allowance not salary or anything... I shouldn't feel bad right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1884250239290355220?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1884250239290355220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1884250239290355220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1884250239290355220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1884250239290355220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/druut.html' title='druut'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-604950013236996189</id><published>2010-08-16T04:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:30:42.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>i love my macaroon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGi3EPT_hJI/AAAAAAAADv8/323lKMaH4EE/s1600/IMG01289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGi3EPT_hJI/AAAAAAAADv8/323lKMaH4EE/s320/IMG01289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505851827918177426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; (except the funky smell it has).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was unfortunate enough this early morning to be horrified upon the discovery of something in the office. Guess what is it? My bank statement. Oh my lorddd! All the outflows with no single inflow. Plus I didn't have much saving to start with. Thank goodness for my dad's buffer amount! Interest for overdraft is the last thing I would want to have. It's like poison, sucks the blood out of one from every now and then until one gets in the green zone. I guess my Warehouse dress will have to wait. Either that or farewell. Urgh, definitely disliking this sudden curbing of appetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Online shopping has taken over me. I no longer have as much control as I used to have. My resolution to save up is totally disregarded. The reason why I came to such judgement is because I realised some of the good I bought on the net haven't been giving me as much satisfaction as before. In addition, there wasn't as much deliberation on whether I should make the purchase as before. Ahhhhhh impulsive buyer doesn't go with being an Accountant, yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok I shall stop immersing myself in financial misery. SOLUTIONS SOLUTIONS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-604950013236996189?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/604950013236996189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=604950013236996189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/604950013236996189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/604950013236996189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-my-macaroon.html' title='i love my macaroon'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGi3EPT_hJI/AAAAAAAADv8/323lKMaH4EE/s72-c/IMG01289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6259697380996059929</id><published>2010-08-13T07:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:49:32.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>after lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back in the office after a really fulfilling lunch with Reichealll (Rei-chan). We had NYNY at City Link and crossed over to Raffles City Robinsons for a short and thrilling escape. Just the beauty products section. I love love love jumping from brands to brands trying out the many products! How I wish the salespeople will just give us some -much appreciated- lone time without being stared at or talked to. No pictures once again. My camera is gathering dust in my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of Relish brunch with A.Chen and Grace from a couple of weeks back. Ripped them off Amanda's facebook wakaka! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGYP9ptI/AAAAAAAADus/6PpLR63xaPc/s320/40828_417566393721_581898721_4856538_2957342_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259227909564114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The loft-style cafe/restaurant. I love how naturally bright the place is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGpd2SSI/AAAAAAAADu0/ubnlNI_6feU/s1600/40828_417566388721_581898721_4856537_7324977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGpd2SSI/AAAAAAAADu0/ubnlNI_6feU/s320/40828_417566388721_581898721_4856537_7324977_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259232531204386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A.Chen and Grace. Behind is the brunch menu written on the blackboard. Nope, they don't change it. It's always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacHI3GisI/AAAAAAAADu8/849YBpjgIsQ/s320/39188_417566633721_581898721_4856544_3928016_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259240958626498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gossiping never goes wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacHSegHfI/AAAAAAAADvE/AJxZpJK491w/s1600/39188_417566638721_581898721_4856545_2608972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacHSegHfI/AAAAAAAADvE/AJxZpJK491w/s320/39188_417566638721_581898721_4856545_2608972_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259243539799538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacHl5QWPI/AAAAAAAADvM/68VkXyAytJA/s320/39188_417566628721_581898721_4856543_3708298_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259248752285938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group pictureee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacV0oP7kI/AAAAAAAADvU/5b-2539-NSI/s1600/39188_417566673721_581898721_4856552_1100583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacV0oP7kI/AAAAAAAADvU/5b-2539-NSI/s320/39188_417566673721_581898721_4856552_1100583_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259493225655874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacWPEteqI/AAAAAAAADvc/6t5q9laQpYA/s320/38796_417566913721_581898721_4856558_1112790_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259500324354722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacWVsVxyI/AAAAAAAADvk/a3dTPiB4Ums/s320/38796_417566903721_581898721_4856556_5247382_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259502101186338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacWVsVxyI/AAAAAAAADvk/a3dTPiB4Ums/s1600/38796_417566903721_581898721_4856556_5247382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace-ness picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacWqyRzEI/AAAAAAAADvs/rByfGBkFGOw/s1600/38796_417566918721_581898721_4856559_5728129_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacWqyRzEI/AAAAAAAADvs/rByfGBkFGOw/s320/38796_417566918721_581898721_4856559_5728129_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259507763235906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace left after brunch, leaving A.Chen and me to enjoy some Island Creamery on the very hot day. Finally get to enjoy my special cone after so long!! They are always out of it. It's the cone with rainbow sprinkles (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacHSegHfI/AAAAAAAADvE/AJxZpJK491w/s1600/39188_417566638721_581898721_4856545_2608972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacHI3GisI/AAAAAAAADu8/849YBpjgIsQ/s1600/39188_417566633721_581898721_4856544_3928016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGpd2SSI/AAAAAAAADu0/ubnlNI_6feU/s1600/40828_417566388721_581898721_4856537_7324977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGpd2SSI/AAAAAAAADu0/ubnlNI_6feU/s1600/40828_417566388721_581898721_4856537_7324977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGpd2SSI/AAAAAAAADu0/ubnlNI_6feU/s1600/40828_417566388721_581898721_4856537_7324977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacW1RMZJI/AAAAAAAADv0/6KIyiiL9g2Q/s1600/38796_417566933721_581898721_4856562_6835607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacW1RMZJI/AAAAAAAADv0/6KIyiiL9g2Q/s320/38796_417566933721_581898721_4856562_6835607_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505259510577259666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I thought I had to change my pose now and then... hey at least I tried ok!&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/19327793-6259697380996059929?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6259697380996059929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6259697380996059929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6259697380996059929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6259697380996059929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-lunch.html' title='after lunch'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TGacGYP9ptI/AAAAAAAADus/6PpLR63xaPc/s72-c/40828_417566393721_581898721_4856538_2957342_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8408246180160862274</id><published>2010-08-06T03:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:26:38.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>Im so boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TFtw-qsHmeI/AAAAAAAADuk/UuQp54bS0Yg/s1600/IMG01286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TFtw-qsHmeI/AAAAAAAADuk/UuQp54bS0Yg/s320/IMG01286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502115591676729826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New haircut! Not much difference ey? It's the pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lousy morning. HAIH. Being a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; daughter is so difficult. At the same time, I'm positive that being a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; mother is an even more challenging feat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Not many people is in the office right now! I'm enjoying the "tranquility" and the slice of sea view from here. Beautiful fluffy bunch of clouds + gentle sun + listening to MP3 = calming. Oh darns. I just jinxed it. My senior is here :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch and Kino with Mila later!! Hehehehehe~&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/19327793-8408246180160862274?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8408246180160862274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8408246180160862274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8408246180160862274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8408246180160862274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-so-boring.html' title='Im so boring'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TFtw-qsHmeI/AAAAAAAADuk/UuQp54bS0Yg/s72-c/IMG01286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3896380365313331808</id><published>2010-08-05T09:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:51:46.833+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>it's the immigration headache again</title><content type='html'>I had an unbelievably lousy morning to start with. Completely spoilt the rest of my day. Firstly, having to wake up at 7AM is no longer an acceptable thing considering the amount of rest I had for the last couple of weeks. Secondly, being grumbled at is not appeasing at all. Thirdly, not controlling my anger makes everything worse. What happened to my ability of active listening? I reckon I've thrown it out of the window a month back. Recent development of spontaneously immense angst really sucks. For me, I get swallowed by an overwhelming sense of guilt after throwing a (stupid) tantrum at my poor victim. Right away. Irritated --&gt; Anger --&gt; Guilt. Sigh. Is this what I have to through during my teenage hood? Is this like to test whether I will turn out to be a refined, wise and cool-headed adult?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to cool off some steam with my beloved, who chivalrously opened his doors to me. Though we marginally missed McDonald's breakfast (5 minutes), which I have been craving for since forever, quick brunch was pretty satisfying! Unfortunately I have to continue my rush that began since the morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, I'm beat. I'm really super sleepy. &amp;amp; hungry. I won't be surprised to see my weight being pulled up by at least 5kg by the end of this Summer. Ahhh demoralising! I shall call Gymbox as my therapist from October onwards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually time to get off work but I'm actually staying on. This is amazing. Normally I'll be getting off asap but I'm actually staying on to try and finish a new task that is due tomorrow. &amp;amp; blogging. New love for the office perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright one more research and I'm out of this place! Sleepybug is pulling me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3896380365313331808?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3896380365313331808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3896380365313331808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3896380365313331808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3896380365313331808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-immigration-headache-again.html' title='it&apos;s the immigration headache again'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7591553108751835460</id><published>2010-08-03T08:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:29:44.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta release this urge of blogging. It's immense. I can't control it! I'm glad I am feeling it since I haven't been updating for quite some time. As usual, being an OL have been sucking so much of my time and energy away. I feel fatter already because of the long-ish office hours. My butt is officially stuck onto this chair. Need I mention that I'm growing horizontally? :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo. I just finished downloading a couple of scanned JMags (!!). MINA's September cover caught my eyes. I really like it. Navy blue background and the slightly dark shade of red (bunny ears hat) really appeals to me. It complements the model's hair real well! My superbly stubborn stand on anti-dyeing of the hair is dying (pun intended). Kao Liese's heavy advertisement is to blame. Chiffon Beige is now my ideal artificial hair colour, since Ash Grey/Brown won't have too much of a change on my hair. It's something like the hair colour of this month's MINA cover girl. It's like a more golden shade of Ash Grey/Brown. You know what? I shall upload it for illustrative purpose. Credits obviously goes to MINA &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TFfCcFO6ytI/AAAAAAAADuc/fQcG7HYxIFI/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079257553226450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La couleur des cheveux est tres belle! (omg my French is really deteriorating)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of languages. I must brush up on my English and French!! Anyone wants to donate grammar books of the two languages mentioned? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mila had a low budget lunch with me today!! Though my taste buds had to compromise with the (not really) low budget, it was quite a good one due to the company. I had fun getting lost (mentally) at Watsons and Sasa with Mi-chan. I honestly think places that sells beauty products is one of the funnest place you can hang out with your (girl)friends. Plus the samples. Minus the salesperson! Electronics and furniture is another. Oh yes. Pet shops too. Amusement parks... Why does it seem like there are so many fun places to hang out suddenly?!?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week was pretty eventful. Wisdom tooth extraction was not as scary as I expected. Yes there was sawing, drilling and hammering but thanks to the &gt;5 shots of anaesthetic, the pain and terror was discounted to zilch. I didn't feel any pain at all! It was just a little bit of impact which lasted at most 5 minutes. The sound of the whole process was the scariest part! Eh no, the anaesthetic part was the scariest. To cut the long story short, I was injected with a little too much anaesthetic (dentist was scared that I would feel the pain) that I couldn't move the whole left part of my face! I couldn't blink my left eye, I couldn't move the left half of my lips... when I laught it's like a crooked smile! I felt ultra retarded and it was super scary. THANK goodness the effect didn't last long. It wore off within an hour. As a whole, the extraction was made a lot more manageable as I think I was in the right hands. Thanks Naz's mom!! It could have been a nightmare. :) (really enjoyed the 1 week break I had after the extraction too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Relish with Grace and Amanda on the previous Saturday. I had a delightful time catching up with these two. &amp;amp; listening to the gossips/ social facts. I might have revealed that I'm a facebook stalker, which personally I think is not a bad thing. Being informative is a good thing, no? Come to think of the company, I think Amanda grew taller. It's either her hair/ short skirt or she really did grew taller! Grace is giving more matured vibes than before. (sorry if this came out weird, but I really do think/feel so) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. Relish is a restaurant located on the 2nd floor of Cluny Court. If any of you do go down, &lt;b&gt;MUST TRY: Coconut Gula Melaka&lt;/b&gt; smoothie/milkshake (can't remember what's the end). It's a definite yummo! I really like their parmesan wings but some people thinks that it's alright. It does cost pretty much for half a dozen of wings ($9). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrighty! Back to doing tasks. I'm now a courier girl. Downgraded from "HR Manager". Afterwhich, HOME! Hopefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7591553108751835460?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7591553108751835460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7591553108751835460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7591553108751835460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7591553108751835460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/08/rabbit.html' title='rabbit'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TFfCcFO6ytI/AAAAAAAADuc/fQcG7HYxIFI/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6770765207871718195</id><published>2010-07-21T08:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:42:05.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><title type='text'>bows</title><content type='html'>I love bows. As in ribbon bows, not gesture bows. I guess it's typical for females to like bows since they are cute and can be really versatile. Bows on ballerina flats for cute, bows (or knots in the form of a ribbon) on oxfords for edgy. Talking about bows on shoes, most of what I own have bows on them. The only exceptions are a pair of boots that is lace-less, a pair of heels, a pair of flats and my sandals (2). That is about at least a good half of all the shoes I own. I also have a bow ring and a couple of hairbands with bows. Oh yes, and a Ted Baker straw hat. These aren't really a problem. It's just the shoes. I got the bow-less pair of flats because I thought that most of my shoes share an (obvious) common feature- bow. I definitely need to curb my appetite for shoes with bows! (a part of me is protesting)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: being a girl who is more for the edgier side, I generally like small to medium-sized bows and don't really favour bows on clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I started this post with bows is because... my hand is itching to get this wallet from Anya Hindmarch (yes, the brand has a bow as its logo). As it is from the previous season, I couldn't find it anywhere!! Le gasp. The last time I saw it was either from Selfridges or net-a-porter.com. But now it's nowhere to be seen. Oh the horror! The pain! Apart from the financial factor, the reason why I didn't make the purchase was because I had some doubts about the design. BOWS. Another one to my collection? Hence I decided to move on. Unfortunately, this "moving on" thing is not going well. Poor me. :(&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/19327793-6770765207871718195?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6770765207871718195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6770765207871718195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6770765207871718195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6770765207871718195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/07/bows.html' title='bows'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-532307075702922667</id><published>2010-07-19T06:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:09:20.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>washing my hands off things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not liking this feeling of something brewing inside me... think peppermint leaf brew with pepper. It's likely that one will only be able to comprehend how I feel based on experience. Bitter sweet but it's not exactly that. Never mind this doesn't make much sense to anyone except one or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got my dental appointment fixed. I forced myself to book with 3 dentists, just in case. One is for a general check-up (old dentist who I think is likely to rip me off) and the other two are for the actual extraction (obviously I'll only be going for one). A senior was sharing his experience at wisdom extraction. The range of words he used to describe was quite terrifying. I'm definitely not looking forward to be (literally) sawed, drilled and hammered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture post up soon! I haven't been able to pull myself to upload photos... or even get myself seated in front of my laptop once I get home. It's that bad. The first thing that I do is to plop myself down onto the sofa and watch TV for the next xx hours. This may not be a lifestyle that I'm proud of but I love it. Secret potato couch in the making! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Office days have been productive, except for today. Quite a number of workers are not around. Monday blues! I have to admit I nearly succumbed to it. So far all I have done is do leisure research. The next research I am going to be doing will be a fun one! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was quite a busy one with the good and the horrendous. Bloomberg is still entertaining but the lack of vibrant colours is killing my love for it. This week shouldn't be as busy since my dental check up will take up the whole of tomorrow and extraction should be either before or after the weekend. Eep! I'm getting the jitters again. Sawing, drilling and hammering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging does help. The peppermint and pepper soup is simmering! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-532307075702922667?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/532307075702922667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=532307075702922667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/532307075702922667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/532307075702922667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/07/washing-my-hands-off-things.html' title='washing my hands off things'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4090360826690633499</id><published>2010-07-14T15:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:41:10.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>results are out!</title><content type='html'>Mobile blogging once more :) it's really addictive because I can just lie down in any style I like &amp;amp; blog using my phone. The fact that I can swing the device (phone) around easily means that I benefit from the extra flexibility. I'm definitely digging typing on this super compact mini QWERTY!! The bad side is I can't make a new paragraph (still unsure of how I should go about doing it) so it can be a bit of a pain reading this. Sorry ya'll! But let's face the facts. There aren't many lovely people (like you all) who reads what I write. Anyway, before this gets too long... A couple of short updates! 1) I went back to Indonesia for the past 6 days. 2) Shaun happened to get himself hospitalised on day I went back for the next 6 days as well. 3) My exam results are out!! I shan't elaborate much since it's 'short updates'. 1) is an old and boring topic that I shan't share more. 2) is too long so I'll cover that next time. 3). Omg! I passed every single paper! I'm ecstatic. Even though many look down on my grades, which I fully understand why they do that, some exceeded what I've been expecting. The disappointment is there, but not as bad considering the fact that I screwed it uppp urgh!! 1.5 mark away from a 2:1 omg! (Yea yea you can laugh/look down on my 2:2) Ahh well~ it's getting pretty exciting that I'll be entering a fresh new academic year and living with an... acquaintance. It's going to be a new experience once more! Not sure what to expect but let's just hope for the best! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4090360826690633499?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4090360826690633499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4090360826690633499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4090360826690633499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4090360826690633499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/07/results-are-out.html' title='results are out!'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7802646882387628194</id><published>2010-07-06T07:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:48:47.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>I find it highly amusing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Intended for Shaun to try imagine the whole act, accent and everything:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P said, "eh R ah! Your chocolate milk..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case I forgot. I really hope you get the humour!! It's so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me want to watch Despicable Me at this instant! The little girl is too adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7802646882387628194?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7802646882387628194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7802646882387628194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7802646882387628194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7802646882387628194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-find-it-highly-amusing.html' title='I find it highly amusing...'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7579426271366673016</id><published>2010-07-05T09:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:28:00.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>WHO SAYS THERE WILL BE NOTHING TO DO IN OFFICE!</title><content type='html'>Myth! Senior has been giving me tasks after tasks and did I mention the other seniors are also giving me little tasks to complete as well? It's a good thing in a way as I get to learn more things i.e. how to use Excel which I believe is a very useful tool but difficult to master. Oh yes and readings after readings, which I somewhat enjoy because Bloomberg has this top news monitor that generates new news (hahahaha what a pun) one after another, 24/7!! It's very addictive because new things keep on popping out at the top of the list of news and it moves fast. Sometimes it is so fast I jump sentences while reading it halfway. Fun! 8D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad for slacking at my work station with a cup of tea next to my laptop and an empty packet of crackers... but this is only done after completing my tasks. So yes no more guilt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flight out will be on Thursday, which happens to be the day Shaun's extended weekend starts. Aurgh!! Damn rejection! ICA should totally welcome my application for extension with open arms because us, tourists, SPEND. We consume goods, regardless of International or Local! I drink Lipton and eat Munchy's! Did I mention that I walk pretty fast too (allows efficiency amongst shopper- more turnover)? &amp;amp; for the student who studied here for so long, shouldn't we get some sort of privilege while coming back to visit? Singapore is like my home why am I being chased out of the country? Why why why why why why why why! Why is Indonesia being watched! Why can't Indonesians have the privilege of travelling across nations as freely as the other nationals! Ahh! This angst is really overwhelming :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must start sorting out my train of thought. I jump around way too often that it's getting dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7579426271366673016?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7579426271366673016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7579426271366673016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7579426271366673016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7579426271366673016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-says-there-will-be-nothing-to-do-in.html' title='WHO SAYS THERE WILL BE NOTHING TO DO IN OFFICE!'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1945244575366449138</id><published>2010-07-04T09:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:25:16.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>inconvenience of an Indonesian passport</title><content type='html'>ICA rejected my application for visit pass extension. I was slapped with the result today morning and was feeling dejected ever since. I thought I would get their approval, even though the chance is getting slimmer as I have been applying for extension for the previous few stays in Singapore. As many times as my mom has been saying it, I'm to blame for overlooking this whole event and assuming that I'll get their approval. She didn't mention this, but it's really a big mistake that I didn't apply for PR while studying in Singapore. Or at least do more research than just (self) think and talk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, no point brooding over this! Everything happens for a reason. Maybe a short break will be good to clear my mind off things :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-1945244575366449138?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1945244575366449138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1945244575366449138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1945244575366449138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1945244575366449138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/07/inconvenience-of-indonesian-passport.html' title='inconvenience of an Indonesian passport'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8460603806524662460</id><published>2010-06-30T07:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:30:43.750+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>Summer Intern</title><content type='html'>That's the title of my two-month stint at this company. The first day was pretty decent: introduction to the office people, office environment and Corporate Finance. It was a good day and I thought it went by quickly! At first I thought 9 to 5 jobs will be a total drag, but so far it's not true. Fortunately, from what I have experienced so far, the environment here is very relaxed. The office people report to work at about 9.30am and leave after 5pm. I'm currently in the middle of my 3rd day of work. I was supposed to do some reading up but... ehhehehhehhe I guess I got distracted. As always! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, a colleague needed my workspace. Oh yes. My workspace is so interesting! It has a Bloomberg computer which is full of news of all sorts! The rate of which new news are produced is really amazing. Honestly, I have never given much thought about it before so I was in awe when I witnessed it. Literally like O.O (imagine enlarged eyes and lips forming a small "O"). My senior is cool and responsible! He gives me tasks everyday, even when he's out of office. I was just checking my e-mail and guess what's in there? NEW TASK! I wish I can get moving with it but I can't since the colleague is still using my workspace... oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch-hour is becoming quite a lonely time, like today. Yesterday Rachel and Mila (lovelettes!!) came to join me for lunch and we had Thai (t. After which we visited the arcade, got very excited because there's House of the Dead 4 and Silent Hill but we ended up disappointed. I tried House of the Dead 4 with Rachel but it was a bad mistake. The guns were screwed up and we burnt $2 in less than a minute (Rachel decided to skip the introduction). She then moved on with Silent Hill along with Mila. Too bad I had to rush off because I still have yet to complete yesterday's task. Based of their experienced, it wasn't too bad! Met them again after work. They were thinking about getting masks and in the end I got tempted by one of the products. It's said to reduce dark circles! Mila said the brand is good, so I really hope it will work. I can't wait to try it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cramps are giving me quite a hard time trying to settle down a comfortable position. Workspace is backkkkkkk time to complete me task!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8460603806524662460?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8460603806524662460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8460603806524662460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8460603806524662460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8460603806524662460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-intern.html' title='Summer Intern'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3513350516377231610</id><published>2010-06-27T15:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:46:11.111+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>mobile blogging</title><content type='html'>Recently, or rather more precisely, yesterday, my mom bought me a new phone. Finally I made the decision: VIVAZ PRO. Mobile surfing is cool :D however it is quite inconvenient to blog with as, for some reason, I have to press a button continuously to get the lower case. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I LET THE BUTTON GO. GOODNESS, IT'S QUITE A HASSLE :( ALSO, I CAN'T START ON A NEW PARAGRAPH I DON'T KNOW WHY! Oh well. So much for mobile blogging. Anyway, tomorrow will be my internship. I AM SO NERVOUSSS!! Alright, got it settled. No more pressing down of button to get the lower case! :D Anyhoo, as mentionned, tomorrow will be the start of my internship. First days are always horrible for me. But as beloved said it, be enthusiastic! &amp;amp; so I shall. I AM SO EXCITED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3513350516377231610?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3513350516377231610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3513350516377231610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3513350516377231610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3513350516377231610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/mobile-blogging.html' title='mobile blogging'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3856673541186806496</id><published>2010-06-21T05:40:00.023+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:51:18.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>plans for summer</title><content type='html'>One of the bad things with updating less is that sometimes you come back with so many things to talk about but none of which you can remember accurately. Or as excitingly. Another boohoo is I tend to lose the urge to blog. (Nooooo~) I shall prevent that from happening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow marks the 2nd week of being in Singapore. All I remember is being outdoors with either my mom, beloved or Rachel (since Mila was in Jakarta). Oh yea and bumping into a couple of people too! Since the GSS (Great Singapore Sale) is on, there's not much point staying home. Unless, of course, my parents decided to ground me once more. I've enjoyed the past 2 weeks! I've ate (inevitably gained weight as well), played and caught up with some people. Ahh good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I talked about what my summer will be like? I'll be spending time picking up some work experience for a huge part of this holiday. Yes! I managed to get an internship at a Corporate Finance firm with the help of an ageless mother (you can report this). It's a small firm where all the staff are seniors in terms of experience and it's quite intimidating if you think about it! My internship will be starting next week, which means I probably will not have as much chance to enjoy carefree times. On a brighter note, my CV will probably be more attractive and who knows who I'll meet in the 2 month period? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning to learn Japanese during this break, which is not going to happen due to timetable issues. Brushing up on French (and English ahahaahhaha) during office hours doesn't seem too bad, since I was told that there will be times when there will be completely nothing for me to do. Omggg I can't believe I am going to be working in an office! I've never imagined myself joining the workforce, working on a typical schedule from 9am to 5pm, 5 days a week. Cross my fingers for the existence of office politics. It's a small firm anyway! Oh yes, I've been shopping for work clothes too. It's fun yet demoralising because the clothes are so matured and I feel so old. I still want to wear my tees and shorts! Le sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, something more academical: EXAMINATION RESULTS! The day falls on 14th July, about 3 weeks from now. I'm already feeling the butterflies in my stomach. How badly did I do? Omg!!! The jitters is killing me. Even though I initially thought that 40% being the passing rate will not be a problem, HEH, now I realise that I'm being a joke. A foolish, proud and totally idiotic teenager who thinks she can rule the world!* Seriously Inggrid, you think you can easily pass LSE papers? Did you see how crazy difficult the papers were?! Did you realise how retardedly careless you were for Maths and Stats?! Did you realise how bad your time management was for all the papers?!??!! AHHHHHHHHH this is driving me insane! It's super pressurising since LSE does not do resits. It's definitely one of the things that I'm not proud of being a (current) LSE student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than those mentioned, I'll be extracting my wisdom teeth, hopefully sometime soon! I'll be taking summer one day at a time with my results being the next major thing. My beloved's heading to Taiwan in 2 months time for &gt;= 20 days... and I've heard stories which are really unpleasant, but shutting it out! Out out out. Carpe Diem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Nuff said for now. A few pictures and then time for me to have some brown lovinggg ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8JISdvuJI/AAAAAAAADrk/6eeI4aR1ys0/s320/DSC09276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485112909160757394" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at the airport a few hours early. 1.5 hours was spent shopping for perfumes, chocolates and random stuff. The other half an hour or so was spent sitting around, on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8JJFWZOsI/AAAAAAAADrs/QdQpbZIdOpQ/s320/DSC09289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485112922820131522" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;View from plane &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="text-align: left;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I always love how endless the sky looks. It's not cool when the sky scrapers are eating so much into panoramic views.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="text-align: left;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8JJmfBphI/AAAAAAAADr0/XaaB0adR2zY/s320/DSC09291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485112931714704914" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Limitations of a camera and a small aeroplane window. I had a rare window two seater all for myself! However, there were a lot of elderly couples and there was one who snored really loudly. I didn't manage to fall asleep, had a very bad jet lag and fell sick for half a day in Singapore. Lemon Chicken Rice was my choice of plane supper and it was the first time I felt that SIA food is bad.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="text-align: left;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8JKeW_0BI/AAAAAAAADr8/mmQu1UJOMeY/s320/DSC09294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485112946713415698" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pitch dark by take off = gorgeous view of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8JK6UyNpI/AAAAAAAADsE/yS1F4svE10c/s320/DSC09296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485112954220328594" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up, up and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8ThK4f8CI/AAAAAAAADuE/NzEgl43IWGU/s1600/DSC09299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8ThK4f8CI/AAAAAAAADuE/NzEgl43IWGU/s320/DSC09299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485124331738492962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SING-A-PORE! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MfBr4WrI/AAAAAAAADsU/2N8DW_Bdsz8/s1600/DSC09302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MfBr4WrI/AAAAAAAADsU/2N8DW_Bdsz8/s320/DSC09302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485116598328515250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met up with Rachel a few days after I reached Singapore. Yong Tau Foo yumm the sauce yumm yumm yumm (hehe Mila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MfkTl-2I/AAAAAAAADsc/Ehw0k0ax7wU/s1600/DSC09305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MfkTl-2I/AAAAAAAADsc/Ehw0k0ax7wU/s320/DSC09305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485116607621888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had tea at Cedele, chatted and read ViVi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MgMTksfI/AAAAAAAADsk/HxdQZPqpBHw/s1600/DSC09327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MgMTksfI/AAAAAAAADsk/HxdQZPqpBHw/s320/DSC09327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485116618359222770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel decided to walk me home because my stomach was feeling upset (AWW HOW SWEET RIGHT!). Then we saw this advertisement for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MgmneltI/AAAAAAAADss/bD7rM-6oomo/s1600/DSC09328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8MgmneltI/AAAAAAAADss/bD7rM-6oomo/s320/DSC09328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485116625422030546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enlarge to read. By the way, there's a couple more of them being hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yea this was the day when I gave Shaun a surprise. Teheheheheheehehe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="text-align: left;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love you chubbs!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="text-align: left;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OhSN-YCI/AAAAAAAADs0/jlabfoV-Y78/s1600/DSC09338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OhSN-YCI/AAAAAAAADs0/jlabfoV-Y78/s320/DSC09338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485118836149477410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladylike, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8Oi_oMWNI/AAAAAAAADtE/CJ4fa0rW8W0/s1600/DSC09343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8Oi_oMWNI/AAAAAAAADtE/CJ4fa0rW8W0/s320/DSC09343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485118865518909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SNOW CRAB RAMEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OiTlf6eI/AAAAAAAADs8/kiDbzo-qgCE/s1600/DSC09342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OiTlf6eI/AAAAAAAADs8/kiDbzo-qgCE/s320/DSC09342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485118853696448994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rei had some ramen with butter, corn and shio pork. Looks really good too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OjciW8HI/AAAAAAAADtM/A_tnpf4WBxM/s1600/DSC09344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OjciW8HI/AAAAAAAADtM/A_tnpf4WBxM/s320/DSC09344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485118873279066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gyoooooooozaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OkI3KKtI/AAAAAAAADtU/9-e-KE2DwM4/s1600/DSC09348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8OkI3KKtI/AAAAAAAADtU/9-e-KE2DwM4/s320/DSC09348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485118885177469650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rei's treat at Coffeebean. Thanks lovelette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QIq_A42I/AAAAAAAADtc/5zYQgBbAC1M/s1600/DSC09354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QIq_A42I/AAAAAAAADtc/5zYQgBbAC1M/s320/DSC09354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485120612324139874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malibu (or something) was really good!! The cake was disgusting. Literal sponge cake (though it's supposed to be a tiramisu) with green tea powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QJVfg_2I/AAAAAAAADtk/-zIZ1rHxtbM/s1600/DSC09353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QJVfg_2I/AAAAAAAADtk/-zIZ1rHxtbM/s320/DSC09353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485120623734751074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ended the day feeling super sleepy and the worst part of all: I LOST MY PHONE. Oh my God. I think I left it at the table and it got stolen. Sigh. It's such an old number and it's becoming a part of me. D: Anyway I've a new number now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QJ8gElVI/AAAAAAAADts/Da9rsg1FwYw/s1600/DSC09359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QJ8gElVI/AAAAAAAADts/Da9rsg1FwYw/s320/DSC09359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485120634206066002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at Shangri-la Japanese restaurant with the Ngs invited by ageless mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QK5YkoRI/AAAAAAAADt8/d3CIKKLLZFI/s1600/DSC09364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QK5YkoRI/AAAAAAAADt8/d3CIKKLLZFI/s320/DSC09364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485120650549174546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummm $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QKe0S3jI/AAAAAAAADt0/BOKqXOV25rM/s1600/DSC09361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8QKe0S3jI/AAAAAAAADt0/BOKqXOV25rM/s320/DSC09361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485120643417693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaun's brother (what's with the pose), me and beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8ThwfIZnI/AAAAAAAADuM/mUkgbY9WoRc/s1600/DSC09372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8ThwfIZnI/AAAAAAAADuM/mUkgbY9WoRc/s320/DSC09372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485124341832640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is this skinny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8Ticv7SPI/AAAAAAAADuU/X2AeWp-5d04/s1600/DSC09379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8Ticv7SPI/AAAAAAAADuU/X2AeWp-5d04/s320/DSC09379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485124353714243826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken yesterday. Ageless mother was sending me home after which she went to a rock gig with her sons. Ageless isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, that wasn't little! Toodlesss all, eat your poodles' noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm joking about the last part, just being dramatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: blogging on Chrome is officially a pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3856673541186806496?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3856673541186806496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3856673541186806496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3856673541186806496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3856673541186806496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/plans-for-summer.html' title='plans for summer'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TB8JISdvuJI/AAAAAAAADrk/6eeI4aR1ys0/s72-c/DSC09276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-505982957094042459</id><published>2010-06-20T15:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:20:50.270+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>internal conflict</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEAAAARURGH. Stories can be scary. To know or not know? Having knowledge may help to prepare for &lt;i&gt;the thing&lt;/i&gt;. Having knowledge may also ruin &lt;i&gt;the things&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days are getting tougher. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-505982957094042459?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/505982957094042459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=505982957094042459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/505982957094042459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/505982957094042459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/internal-conflict.html' title='internal conflict'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2006671080712386342</id><published>2010-06-12T03:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T03:17:49.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>another quickie baby</title><content type='html'>(no, not that sort...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise! I'm back in Singapore!! Yes I absolutely love teleporting around. Unfortunately I'm still jetlagging. I haven't slept more than 5 hours straight for the last.. 3 days and counting. First day in Singapore was the worst. I had a vomit spree but thank goodness it didn't stay for long (half a day)! I never really had jetlags until last year when I flew to London for the first day of uni (!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back: wow I was so excited for LSE. I wonder where all the enthusiasm has disappeared to... all I feel now is fear for my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall zoom away now before time eats me uppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2006671080712386342?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2006671080712386342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2006671080712386342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2006671080712386342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2006671080712386342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-quickie-baby.html' title='another quickie baby'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2210509361994086767</id><published>2010-06-10T11:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:12:48.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>Can I have some tea please?</title><content type='html'>"Would you like sugar in your tea?" I politely declined. He smiled to himself and said, "I thought you'd say 'I've enough sugar in my life'".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH EMM GEE!! Who would have thought of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2210509361994086767?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2210509361994086767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2210509361994086767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2210509361994086767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2210509361994086767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-i-have-some-tea-please.html' title='Can I have some tea please?'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7523276116294583828</id><published>2010-06-05T20:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:59:15.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>captured the nightsky on my fingernails</title><content type='html'>I was pre-packing my luggage and seriously think that I have too many things to carry back- again. Omg? Clothes alone takes about half of the luggage. I am still debating with myself whether I should bring back as many or hope to stock up during GSS. What if there aren't any nice ones to buy/ mom isn't willing to finance me? What's going to happen to the ones I've recently bought! I have yet to include snacks, gifts, books and a whole lot of things! 25kg limit is seriously too littleeeeeeeee why SIA why must you do this to me :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of changing to day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7523276116294583828?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7523276116294583828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7523276116294583828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7523276116294583828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7523276116294583828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/captured-nightsky-on-my-fingernails.html' title='captured the nightsky on my fingernails'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3628306648624420210</id><published>2010-06-04T23:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:32:41.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>where's my brief?</title><content type='html'>Here it is: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Badly jetlagged without actually travelling. Yey me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously tempted in getting a Blackberry even though I've already scraped it off my list. Vivaz Pro/ Iphone 4!! Stop the reconsiderationnn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light My Sapphire description:  A deep, dark blue like the midnight sky. FINALISED! My nails shall be your sky. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopped today without any sales around. Somehow it doesn't feel as satisfying...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam performance is giving me serious chills down my back. Mid July. Mid July. Mid July. Oh my God!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If there's a camera around, we bring the sexy!" Annoying line from Cougar Town keeps repeating over and over on TV = stuck in my mind now. Oh great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's bedtime baby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3628306648624420210?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3628306648624420210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3628306648624420210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3628306648624420210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3628306648624420210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/wheres-my-brief.html' title='where&apos;s my brief?'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4136269370115017094</id><published>2010-06-03T21:42:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:48:54.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>this one is quite long too</title><content type='html'>I just realised my camera either doesn't have an outlet for a wire to connect it to laptop/computer/tv or it's very well disguised. I've got this mega disgusting photo of a flattened bug on the envelope of my bank statement. It's all fat and squished, totally grotesque! I accidentally snapped it using the internal memory of the camera and I have no clue of how to transfer it over. It's such a disgusting photo that I really want to share. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I suppose that's a sign to spare anyone (oh unlucky people!) from seeing it. Henceforth, only nice(r) ones will be on show today! Yesterday, my plan to bake cookies was postponed due to... personal reasons. But I've got them done today. In fact, I just baked them! My virgin try at baking cookies turned out to be just alright. The last batch didn't turn out nice due to over-baking. Le sob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY6cPYY1I/AAAAAAAADpc/UufU9muwhAc/s1600/DSC09218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY6cPYY1I/AAAAAAAADpc/UufU9muwhAc/s320/DSC09218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478656338988393298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for delaying you for ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY7J7anpI/AAAAAAAADpk/aFwYEbs_SAw/s1600/DSC09221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY7J7anpI/AAAAAAAADpk/aFwYEbs_SAw/s320/DSC09221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478656351252684434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY6cPYY1I/AAAAAAAADpc/UufU9muwhAc/s1600/DSC09218.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't camwhored for ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY8JZ07wI/AAAAAAAADp0/HpBj7H-wIlE/s1600/DSC09244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY8JZ07wI/AAAAAAAADp0/HpBj7H-wIlE/s320/DSC09244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478656368291671810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY8lqtzDI/AAAAAAAADp8/q_OqY2hwtZg/s1600/DSC09246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY8lqtzDI/AAAAAAAADp8/q_OqY2hwtZg/s320/DSC09246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478656375878700082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY8JZ07wI/AAAAAAAADp0/HpBj7H-wIlE/s1600/DSC09244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really simple: mix butter and egg and then stir in the cookie mix. Then we're ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdEunpKpI/AAAAAAAADqs/17W2AIJJ-Xw/s1600/DSC09249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdEunpKpI/AAAAAAAADqs/17W2AIJJ-Xw/s320/DSC09249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478660913767197330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First batch, ready to be baked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdFbEni6I/AAAAAAAADq0/nCENzoL6Z-M/s320/DSC09252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478660925699885986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They looked so fluffy and nice while in the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdFviFRaI/AAAAAAAADq8/zdTi3vYJtHY/s1600/DSC09262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdFviFRaI/AAAAAAAADq8/zdTi3vYJtHY/s320/DSC09262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478660931192178082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 batches. 12 fat cookies and 6 mini ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that my OPI nail polish arrived yesterday? I guess I didn't! I was excited as Mad As A Hatter was part my order. It's such a quirky and delightful colour! Oh and it's sold out at some stores so YES! I'VE GOT ONE IN MY HAND! Whoohoo! I just can't decide which one to use first. Oh bummer! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaparbm_I/AAAAAAAADqE/N01Ktf4wn3g/s1600/DSC09195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaparbm_I/AAAAAAAADqE/N01Ktf4wn3g/s320/DSC09195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658245534653426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Order came and I quickly ripped open whatever wrapping it had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgap9Cp6CI/AAAAAAAADqM/9FbKrqI_A_4/s320/DSC09201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658254758864930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D !! The one in the middle is Mad As A Hatter while the ones next to it (which looks similar but they are not) are Lincoln After Dark and Light My Sapphire. Love the names but love the colour even more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaqSSVg6I/AAAAAAAADqU/0_2PA_Q9ER8/s1600/DSC09203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaqSSVg6I/AAAAAAAADqU/0_2PA_Q9ER8/s320/DSC09203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658260461781922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:O !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaqprHppI/AAAAAAAADqc/o-ltrWPjAzI/s1600/DSC09204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaqprHppI/AAAAAAAADqc/o-ltrWPjAzI/s320/DSC09204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658266739746450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgaqSSVg6I/AAAAAAAADqU/0_2PA_Q9ER8/s1600/DSC09203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgap9Cp6CI/AAAAAAAADqM/9FbKrqI_A_4/s1600/DSC09201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgarL57P8I/AAAAAAAADqk/gzp2K74Wzp4/s1600/DSC09207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgarL57P8I/AAAAAAAADqk/gzp2K74Wzp4/s320/DSC09207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658275928653762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This came in the package. Cute isn't it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip to NatWest turned out to be a useless one. For some reason a Cashcard and a debit card is the same. &amp;amp; I will not be getting a cheque book according to the bank dude. It's quite confusing as according to internet banking, I have a new option which says "order a cheque book". I have yet to try requesting for one though... whatever it is, I am seriously going to wash my hands off this annoying business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back and did a bit of bag spring cleaning. Cleared out quite a bit of thrash that I've kept for ages such as...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdG7EiMxI/AAAAAAAADrM/6IhgQ8jYTLo/s1600/DSC09268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdG7EiMxI/AAAAAAAADrM/6IhgQ8jYTLo/s320/DSC09268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478660951469339410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdGUtF0fI/AAAAAAAADrE/zxRjVFumPJQ/s1600/DSC09265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgdGUtF0fI/AAAAAAAADrE/zxRjVFumPJQ/s320/DSC09265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478660941170463218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My scientific name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOESN'T IT LOOK FAMILIAR (for some)?! It's the name-order card from Serene's birthday dinner a year + ago! It seems ages doesn't it. I guess I kept it because it's somewhat meaningful. Yes, ultra sentimental I know. It's to make up for the fact that I have short term memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAggF7fTDYI/AAAAAAAADrc/WMj3NL3eNsM/s1600/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAggFdvZxGI/AAAAAAAADrU/OXRd6KWOk3k/s1600/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAggFdvZxGI/AAAAAAAADrU/OXRd6KWOk3k/s320/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478664224951092322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg. I even have the picture of me posing with the name-order card! (I'm starting to see a generic pose... hmm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAggF7fTDYI/AAAAAAAADrc/WMj3NL3eNsM/s320/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478664232936607106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good memories! :)&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/19327793-4136269370115017094?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4136269370115017094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4136269370115017094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4136269370115017094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4136269370115017094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-one-is-quite-long-too.html' title='this one is quite long too'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAgY6cPYY1I/AAAAAAAADpc/UufU9muwhAc/s72-c/DSC09218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2239645705086362595</id><published>2010-06-02T18:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:36:44.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>light</title><content type='html'>Second post of the day; I have nothing better to do. The weather is awesome beyond awesome outside but I'm inside. Aww, what a waste. Apart from experiencing the unfortunate Bank event, all I've been doing is chat and do little errands here and there. I will be baking my cookies in a moment (sister volunteered to buy my baking sheets for me yey!). My back is starting to ache from sitting all day. I'm glad I will be doing something more productive and yummy! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAaZ6yU5xtI/AAAAAAAADpM/XJrLjd7FqxE/s320/DSC09210.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478235231963694802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister's room, which is a current messy land (justified since she's preparing for exams). I love how the sunlight always pour into the room, making it all bright and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAaZ7cupf8I/AAAAAAAADpU/oxw7LUpKoH0/s1600/DSC09215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAaZ7cupf8I/AAAAAAAADpU/oxw7LUpKoH0/s320/DSC09215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478235243345969090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene from the window of my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spring&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&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/19327793-2239645705086362595?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2239645705086362595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2239645705086362595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2239645705086362595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2239645705086362595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/light.html' title='light'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAaZ6yU5xtI/AAAAAAAADpM/XJrLjd7FqxE/s72-c/DSC09210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2657289795841458853</id><published>2010-06-02T15:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:00:54.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Bank, Bank, you shoot me down</title><content type='html'>The Bank annoyance starts again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some knows about my ultra hatred for setting up bank accounts. About how it took me ages to find a bank that's willing to give me an account at no fees at all (I just think that it's senseless for me to spend money every month just to keep the account open- we're lending to the bank after all). Maybe I was being a bit too picky about which bank to go for but who wouldn't want to go for the best aye? So anyway, come January and I settled with NatWest. Up till last week, I've been pretty satisfied with the bank. Everyday transactions are problem-free, just a few glitch with International orders. It saved me money by not spending, so I'm not going to complain about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I mentioned "up till last week". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Last week, NatWest called to tell me that they will be opening me a Savings Account because it was supposed to come along with the account that I applied for. Apparently the bank dude who opened an account for me didn't apply for me. No complains because I was planning to switch banks at the end of the year. Since the lady over the phone recommended me to open a Savings Account due to the large amount that I had in my account (my brother transferred my annual school fees over), I said sure. So she did and I have an additional account to my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later, when I was about to pay my school fees, the website recommended that I should call the bank to check if I have a limit to my debit card. I called them and the dude told me that I have no limits (dangerous much?). No complains because other than the school fees, there isn't much money in my account. Seeing the amount I had in my account, he told me that I'm eligible for a Current Account. With a Current Account, I will be able to get a cheque book which is the sole thing that wins me over. So I said sure, I would love to apply for it and he transferred me to his Indian guy (accent tells all). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indian guy arranged for my upgrade. He asked for details, put my through this 1 minute and a half of recorded message on information sharing and privacy policy AND even recommended me to their products. Okay fine, standard stuff. But the problem was that he just wouldn't stop! I told him "no, it's alright I will think about it another time". He said "why don't just get over it now" so obviously I had to say "ok fine" and let him continue. Do note that this conversation happened twice. I was definitely not thrilled when he kept on rambling about the exact same products that I had rejected. I was definitely not thrilled, at all, that I will be liable for the cost of the phone call. Not when he's recommending things that I really don't need. Should I give an example? Bank accounts that comes with a monthly fee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally he gets the point that and the phone call ended. Great! Is this the end of my Bank headaches? No way ho say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend, I received a letter from NatWest. It contains my new pin and the letter says that my new card is on the way. New card?! It's probably for my new upgraded account. Today my new card arrived. To be honest, I was pretty excited because it's a new card. A real debit card. The ignorant me thought that the card that I have been using all along is a debit card, but no, it's merely a Cashcard. It's a terribly embarrassing thing to admit because it does say so on the card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited, I took the new card off the paper and it says "for accounts ending with xxx6". It's not my main account number, but looks really familiar. Then it hit me. It's the account number of my new Savings Account. Omg. Debit card for my Savings Account?! Shouldn't it be for my Current Account?! Afterall, it's my normal account that's supposed to be upgraded to a Current Account. Why would I need a debit card to my Savings Account? Unless I'm a super shopaholic who needs two cards to gain access to the total amount of money I have... but I'm not. Besides, I have decided to start saving up for rainy days (whoohoo new aim in life!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut the (already) long story short(er), I now hold 2 cards. Not that it's a completely bad thing, but I find it more convenient to hold only 1 card. It's just like having 2 keys to your door when you only need 1. It's either a new debit card replaces my old Cashcard (but same account- Upgraded) or Cashcard all the way. Whatever it is, I will have to make a trip down to NatWest to sort it out tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to have the same Indian guy to serve me, it'll probably be another story for me to recount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2657289795841458853?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2657289795841458853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2657289795841458853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2657289795841458853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2657289795841458853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/06/bank-bank-you-shoot-me-down.html' title='Bank, Bank, you shoot me down'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4208028752440374316</id><published>2010-05-31T17:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:03:59.140+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>totally pigged day 2</title><content type='html'>I only had an agenda for today: play Sims 3. It's quite sad to be wasting my life away like this! I sort of lost track with my days. Initially I thought today is Sunday but it's Monday. Le sigh. This is bad! I shall start exploring the streets from tomorrow onwards. Or start doing more domestic/educational activities e.g. read books, bake cookies or clean the apartment, the lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally opened Mila's box of cookies a while ago. It was a souvenir from HK Disneyland and I couldn't bear to open it until the moment is right (OCD much?). I love the box, it's so cute! But when I opened the box, it's even more adorable than expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAP3KGp0l0I/AAAAAAAADo8/N8_ZXDKZM2w/s1600/DSC09187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAP3KGp0l0I/AAAAAAAADo8/N8_ZXDKZM2w/s320/DSC09187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477493324769433410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAP3KnLx6hI/AAAAAAAADpE/xd_2mraZL7Q/s1600/DSC09191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAP3KnLx6hI/AAAAAAAADpE/xd_2mraZL7Q/s320/DSC09191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477493333501798930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWW!! Looking at it makes me want to learn how to make cute cookies like that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4208028752440374316?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4208028752440374316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4208028752440374316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4208028752440374316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4208028752440374316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/totally-pigged-day-2.html' title='totally pigged day 2'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/TAP3KGp0l0I/AAAAAAAADo8/N8_ZXDKZM2w/s72-c/DSC09187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5631092194813276420</id><published>2010-05-30T14:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:04:15.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>totally pigged day 1</title><content type='html'>Plan for today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play Sims 3 (After eons!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Online browse (done this) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn a new dish (I'm thinking of something more British...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a nap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read magazines downloaded last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan what to bring and buy home (yes I love making lists and crossing them out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more days of this. Oh mm gee!&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/19327793-5631092194813276420?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5631092194813276420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5631092194813276420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5631092194813276420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5631092194813276420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/totally-pigged-day-1.html' title='totally pigged day 1'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-119824418755401167</id><published>2010-05-29T22:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:28:43.777+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>need to rehab</title><content type='html'>Yet again, another night with a glass of mint baileys mixed with milk. Calories filled but I just can't resist the goodness of it! Beloved mentioned that I lost weight but I think I will be gaining them back before I touch down in Singapore. No more gym since my membership will be frozen from next month onwards! Le sob. I guess that gives me more reason to go shopping/ window shop. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be spending the next few days at home. No reason to go out tomorrow, Monday is going to be a Bank holiday and Tuesday should be the day when my online orders get delivered. I'm stocking up on entertainment that I've been deprived of for the last month or so. Think Japanese magazines, doramas and the long awaited O.P.I nail polish(es)!! I might have ordered quite a number of them because of bulk discounts. Oh, anyone who wants to get cheap O.P.I nail polish do contact me! It's going at (cheapest) £7 per bottle. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed Mila on MSN today :( different time zones can be such a pain in the ass!&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/19327793-119824418755401167?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/119824418755401167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=119824418755401167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/119824418755401167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/119824418755401167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-to-rehab.html' title='need to rehab'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8839984574730751292</id><published>2010-05-28T22:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:52:15.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><title type='text'>olleh</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the last time I had a cup of baileys (with milk of course) in front of me. Exams seems so stretched out, it sure does feel like as though it was going on forever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More details tomorrow or so. Spent today window shopping! Craved for high street and high end brands for the longest time ever and I finally indulged in washing my eyesssss whooo! It suppresses my guilt about my performance at the very least. Yes, not a wise way to do it. Oh well. Anyway, saw the perfect wallet!! Crave. However, it comes with a price tag of £250 sob. It's so cute and functional. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright must go now. Head is throbbing like Blair's broken heart on Episode 22 of GG season 3. YES! Watched the last episode today. Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. Perfect wedding ring, perfect romance but the gravest mistake of the hour. I shall assume that it was a quick one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8839984574730751292?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8839984574730751292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8839984574730751292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8839984574730751292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8839984574730751292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/olleh.html' title='olleh'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3966139416920341008</id><published>2010-05-26T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:52:10.015+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under pressure'/><title type='text'>night before maths exam</title><content type='html'>My head will be exploding at any minute. Maths exam tomorrow auuuuueeeioogrrhhh&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ready For the Floor - Lissie Trullie &lt;/i&gt;blasting on my earphones wahoooooooo. Indulging in all the boom boom boom translates to total love! do it do it do it do it do it do it do it now say it say it say it say it say it say it say it now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams has officially driven me towards insanity. Either that or it's my intake. I suspect that Vitamin Water is making me have a high. Talking about 26% of daily intake for sugar.. oh dear Lord. Save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-3966139416920341008?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3966139416920341008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3966139416920341008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3966139416920341008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3966139416920341008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-before-maths-exam.html' title='night before maths exam'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-310226750169903252</id><published>2010-05-25T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:00:53.701+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>one of my favourite</title><content type='html'>"you bruise like a peach"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it sounds really cute! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-310226750169903252?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/310226750169903252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=310226750169903252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/310226750169903252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/310226750169903252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-my-favourite.html' title='one of my favourite'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8212597645386382149</id><published>2010-05-24T12:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:49:04.005+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>quote from statistics notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Statistics are like bikinis. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Aaron Levenstein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8212597645386382149?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8212597645386382149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8212597645386382149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8212597645386382149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8212597645386382149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/quote-from-statistics-notes.html' title='quote from statistics notes'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6292186439966144590</id><published>2010-05-21T20:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:10:47.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>chrome glitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S_big8KtVJI/AAAAAAAADo0/6SjE5i3sK3I/s1600/omg+chrome+coudnt+open+fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S_big8KtVJI/AAAAAAAADo0/6SjE5i3sK3I/s320/omg+chrome+coudnt+open+fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473811452650149010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WEB BROWSER COULDN'T OPEN FACEBOOK! JE NE CROIS PAS ABSOLUMENT! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shocker. After being creep-ed up by megavideo cutting short my GG episodes, which never happened to the first 2 seasons, seeing this makes me ponder if there's some sort of intervention from Above during times of distraction. It wasn't too long a ponder though as, to my relief, it went away after a while. I can now access facebook again! Yey! *displays level of addiction*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6292186439966144590?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6292186439966144590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6292186439966144590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6292186439966144590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6292186439966144590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/chrome-glitch.html' title='chrome glitch'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S_big8KtVJI/AAAAAAAADo0/6SjE5i3sK3I/s72-c/omg+chrome+coudnt+open+fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-1817879080393942697</id><published>2010-05-20T21:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:32:13.190+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>pump it</title><content type='html'>With respect to my beloved's suggestion, I'm back hitting the gym! Shame on me for giving excuses to him and myself such as, "Are you mad! I need to study..." WHICH I absolutely cannot believe that I said something like that. Sorry beloved, I'm just stressed with my recent performance for exams! I'm glad that I decided to add a last minute change to my plans. Thanks to you! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The work out today was really strenuous- I've lost the touch after about 2 months of inactivity. The (new) trainer was really energetic. She kept pushing us on and on and on. Mad exercise. Oh yea and she's so buffed! No trace of fats anywhere inappropriate, only veins and muscles... like female body-builders. Seriously. It was quite intimidating at one point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for exams (yes, I just have to include that again), it's depressing. Worse than depressing. I shan't dwell on that. Oh yes, now I remember something that I want to jot down. About 30 minutes into my Economics paper, we had a fire drill. How bizarre is that!? They had to evacuate everyone from the building (multi-storey FYI) to this gathering area a block away. It took about 30 minutes to settle us back to the building. The thing is my exam room was on the sixth floor and obviously we were not able to use lifts, so we had to climb our way up! Thank goodness they gave us an extra 10 minutes to compensate for the "distress caused". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Economics people have complained that it's unfair for the people who were taking the exam at different buildings. &amp;amp; now people who sat the exam at Clement House (where the fire drill happened) will be given special attention in marking- especially those who are borderline. Now that's unfair. Not all borderline people will resort to discussing about the questions openly while being evacuated! For example, myself (I hope I can even make the borderline mark -_-). Yes, I'm openly announcing that I'm borderline (Adverse Selection wts) but it's just unfair because there's no way to prove that I would go down to that level and get answer from the others! Talk can be cheap in this case (Costly to Fake omg). AHHHHH this is so frustrating! Of course, even though they didn't mention what sort of special attention they are giving to the borderline people, I'm just assuming that it's going to be more strict. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHHH. I shouldn't be thinking about this! The weather is lovely. :)&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/19327793-1817879080393942697?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/1817879080393942697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=1817879080393942697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1817879080393942697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/1817879080393942697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/pump-it.html' title='pump it'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5120047879312837359</id><published>2010-05-16T18:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:21:59.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video(s)'/><title type='text'>break time</title><content type='html'>This is probably nothing new to some of you. The first time I saw this was about 2 weeks ago and I'm still addicted to it. IT'S JUST SO GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOjL5S5J3xQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOjL5S5J3xQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I was acting like a paedophile. Awesome dance, I know. Enviable talent, I agree. Explosive energy, yep yep yep. But those are not the reason behind my addiction.It's really all about the girls' hair. O-m-g. I still can't get over the fact that they have such awesome hairstyle! It's really nice and voluminous and... totally funky! Love, love, love it. Full stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-5120047879312837359?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5120047879312837359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5120047879312837359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5120047879312837359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5120047879312837359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-time.html' title='break time'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6445152491105972849</id><published>2010-05-15T13:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:00:24.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>teeny</title><content type='html'>Just dropped by metoffice's website to find out what to expect for next week's weather. Cool-warm and sunny; I can't be any happier. Seriously, enough of the bone chilling wind already! I haven't got my trench coat yet so please hold the wind. (&amp;amp; yes I've succumbed to (much needed) investing in a trench coat, something that I thought I wouldn't need since it's only wearable during season transitions. But no, it's a wardrobe essential- LEARN!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neeways, weather aside. In the previous depressed post, something quite funny happened. Guess how I managed to save myself from having such poor state of mind? By studying accounting. How funny is that. Fine, not funny at all. But it's kind of amazing how some things that seem to be giving you problems turn out to be the solutions themselves. That is if you decided to be brave and face it. it. I'm still getting the jitters, yes, but I've calmed down for now. Panic tend to strike me bad before my papers. ... I'm such a nerd. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accounting, Economics, Maths and Statistics. Daunting. Daunting. Daunting. War it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6445152491105972849?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6445152491105972849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6445152491105972849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6445152491105972849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6445152491105972849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/teeny.html' title='teeny'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6653051368817327949</id><published>2010-05-13T19:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:15:44.652+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>Oh my Lord, save me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;just had French paper 6 hours ago. C'était très terrible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my head hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 2 days to cram 3 modules of accounting. Not funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mega depressed + super unmotivated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my phone is lapsing again. URGH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is not a single word I can use to describe how much I miss you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I possibly forget the degree of agony I have to go through during exam period? COME BACK TO EARTH! This is war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6653051368817327949?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6653051368817327949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6653051368817327949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6653051368817327949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6653051368817327949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-lord-save-me.html' title='Oh my Lord, save me.'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2193646529079842922</id><published>2010-05-10T18:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:11:46.388+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>fascination</title><content type='html'>I was walking back from campus. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I took the park route since it's an awesome change of scene: green grass, trees and dogs running about (not liking the fact that the fierce looking ones are always unleashed too) compared to pavement, buildings and cars. Halfway across the park, as I was walking towards one of the exits, this particular man attracted my attention. Among the many people who were laying down on the grass(it was a sunny day), I think he's the most interesting of all. How so? He was wearing a full suit and basking in the Sun all by himself. His arms folded behind his head, one leg across the other and probably taking a nap. I have no exact idea why I was fascinated by the scene. Maybe it's because City people always seem like they are on a rush and have the impression that they don't ever stop. At least not in the day time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I took a picture of it. Observing the London crowd is slowly replacing my habit of listening to the MP3. Good thing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Public goods here I come. &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/19327793-2193646529079842922?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2193646529079842922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2193646529079842922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2193646529079842922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2193646529079842922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/fascination.html' title='fascination'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-3183599905554597707</id><published>2010-05-06T19:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:34:16.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>meilleure vie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S-MFMWoOg3I/AAAAAAAADok/jnVjkX0j9N0/s1600/IMG01148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S-MFMWoOg3I/AAAAAAAADok/jnVjkX0j9N0/s320/IMG01148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468220082348786546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are the flash-cards for the different presentations that I had prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. AM. DONE. WITH. MY. FRENCH. ORAL! Whohoooooooo~ It feels like the Eiffel Tower is off my back. Even though I made so many mistakes and there are a couple that are unbelievably embarrassing to mention, I am still pretty glad that the unanticipated French oral is over. It's just ridiculous to memorise 4 scripts of jargon plus to recite it on demand. It was a major headache. I mean literally too. Nonetheless, I did my best considering the self-inflicted time constraint. &amp;amp; as always, I feel like I could have done better. Perhaps, start earlier, not panic and uhh-ed for &gt;10 seconds at a go(yes I did that), handle the questions properly, ensure that my grammar is perfect, be more alert, list goes on.. but it's all too late oh dear me. &amp;amp; I really shouldn't feel that way because for 1, time is like a one way train and 2, it's not an exclusive line i.e. anyone could have said it... I just made a fool out of myself didn't I? (cold joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, guess what. For the presentation, I actually picked (by chance) Great Leap Forward! The presentation itself went alright. I was nervous and stumbled on my words while presenting. The general questions weren't too bad, horrible grammar but I managed the first 2 questions. The good thing was that I kind of expected the questions and randomly thought about it while I was showering. The last question was the worst. That was when I thought (evolved to panic) for so long that one of the examiners offered a helping word. The thing is, it's not really a helping word because I have no idea what it meant/ was. What a total joke! Anyway today my French teacher told me that she likes the structure of my presentation. I really hope it's an important component of how we're graded hehe. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the French oral exam, there's really nothing much to mention. So far, there is less than 2 weeks to the major exams, &gt;2 whole modules to study for and ~2kgs lost so far (according to the weighing machine at the gym). I started going to the gym and cooking again yesterday wheee! Ok, should really be devoting as much time as possible into academics. University examinations are so scary... especially after years of spoon-feeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck! :)&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/19327793-3183599905554597707?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/3183599905554597707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=3183599905554597707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3183599905554597707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/3183599905554597707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/meilleure-vie.html' title='meilleure vie?'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S-MFMWoOg3I/AAAAAAAADok/jnVjkX0j9N0/s72-c/IMG01148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8178900301194144585</id><published>2010-05-02T20:56:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:13:57.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>GLP</title><content type='html'>I'm totally stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. I'm stuck at my last French presentation that I'll have to prepare by this coming Wednesday (French oral exam). It's a free topic and ironically I'm totally out of ideas. Well, it's not exactly a free topic. It still has to be sensible i.e. something that has an edge because, according to the lecturer, we're LSE students. It's pretty much killing my appetite now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1 hour later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I've decided. I am going to talking about THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD. I kid you not. This is an ex-pure history student talking. It's time to show that what I learnt in history class will be useful tool in my path to become an accountant/ whatever my future profession is. Of course, with the help of internet to refresh my memory of the historical event! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S93pKvo0EuI/AAAAAAAADoU/t6J7wlktBsU/s1600/mzd06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S93pKvo0EuI/AAAAAAAADoU/t6J7wlktBsU/s320/mzd06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466781893493265122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures that brings up good old Anthony days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S93pK_IH4fI/AAAAAAAADoc/EYX48GvOcjg/s1600/files.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S93pK_IH4fI/AAAAAAAADoc/EYX48GvOcjg/s320/files.php.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466781897651118578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never seen this poster before, but it's my favourite one hand down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, credits goes to the people who uploaded these pictures up. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8178900301194144585?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8178900301194144585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8178900301194144585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8178900301194144585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8178900301194144585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/glp.html' title='GLP'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S93pKvo0EuI/AAAAAAAADoU/t6J7wlktBsU/s72-c/mzd06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-2950320053216267491</id><published>2010-05-01T20:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:56:34.163+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jargon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>go far out</title><content type='html'>I'm always coming back here with the desire to post something but once I look at the white screen, I go, "hmm, what should I talk about?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this ever happen to you? Maybe it's just this thing between me and seeing a sheet of white sprawled in front me. You know...&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining now. Oh, what a great weather to stay indoors and hide under the duvet. I love staying indoors, where it's dry and warm, when it's wet and cold outside. Play some Jazz or Classical in the background to keep me company (and classy) or even cook something up. I get this sense of tranquillity inside me whenever I bake while it is raining. Something like a silent joy? I just love how it feels. Calm &amp;amp; carefree. Something subtle. Like someone's hugging you from the back with a duvet. (??!!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of weather makes me think of life. Yes, corny thought. Laugh, sneer, stare, glare at that, whatever, do what you like, I can't see you. For today, I thought about how people always say that getting a grip of yourself after having suffered a failure is the most important thing to get over it. Then I thought about how much effort is needed to pick up the pieces, mend it or even, just leave it there and move on. I thought about how the past is capable in catching up with the future, haunting the current and putting one into dismay once more. Then I thought about how another person can help to catalyse the process of getting over something; the strength that companionship gives to one. &amp;amp; then the corrosion and maybe extinction of long-term companionship in the modern world. Or is it just the same across generations? Has information actually allow people to be flexible in this sense too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I shouldn't be indulging in such thoughts (bad distractions). One thing that I would love to do now is... have a tv dinner with a nice company. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-2950320053216267491?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/2950320053216267491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=2950320053216267491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2950320053216267491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/2950320053216267491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-far-out.html' title='go far out'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-6424087144964890982</id><published>2010-04-28T20:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:23:40.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I CAN MAKE IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>My beloved and lovelettes, you're all dearly missed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The nerdy me has decided that blogging shall be my choice of break from looking at exam related materials. I am quite amazed at my inefficiency. Can you believe that I spent 7 hours doing a 10 page presentation for my French oral? Of course, having said that, I can say that I've finished one of them (both power point and script) which leaves me 3 more exciting presentations to prepare for. Note: it is only for French oral examination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way the French oral exam will go about is pretty interesting. We were given 4 topics to prepare beforehand. On the day of the oral exam, we'll present one of the four topics we had prepared. The thing is, we sort of get to pick which topic to present- out of the hat style i.e. pick a random piece of paper and present the one that is written on it. It sounds exciting issn't it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 3 days since I reached London. My flight back got delayed by 5 hours, which perhaps a blessing in disguise of some sort. It gave me around 3 more hours of my beloved without parents' presence! I ended up reaching London at midnight though. My poor sister had sacrifice her sleep which makes me feel bad as I think about it. She had to wake up early on the following day for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, both the underground and Heathrow Express had  ended their service by the time I got out. My sister was not willing to pay a hefty sum (£75 to be exact) for the cab back home. She so reluctant that she suggested to actually sleepover at the airport before Heathrow Express operates in the morning. My jaw literally dropped when I heard that. But of course, she was joking. We managed to hitch a ride back home though. Naw, now I'm just kidding. SIA provided a complimentary cab ride due to the delay. How nice of them! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully speaking, and perhaps scarily, it doesn't feel like as if I spent 4-5 months here after summer. The 5 weeks in Singapore was so normal and pleasant that I forgot all about London. I'm not even joking. I presume it's the LSE effect. My dread of coming back to London because of the exams has temporarily altered my memory of this city. It's such a shame considering how pleasurable the weather here is like... among other things. One thing that I'm really glad about being back in London is the current season, my favourite one too, SPRING! Gentle Sun, nice and cool weather, greeeeeen grass, flowers blooming, people enjoying the warmer weather.. sigh I can just go on and on talking about it. I'm in such a dilemma about my feelings towards London! Never ask me whether I love/dislike this place. I will never be able to produce a definite answer unless... the picture is complete. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, time to get back to work. I shall not get to bed before I finish a chapter (or maybe 2) of statistics + French homework. I CAN DO THIS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-6424087144964890982?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/6424087144964890982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=6424087144964890982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6424087144964890982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/6424087144964890982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-beloved-and-lovelettes-youre-all.html' title='My beloved and lovelettes, you&apos;re all dearly missed.'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5161688598729593658</id><published>2010-04-21T15:50:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:41:44.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>Eyjafjallajokull</title><content type='html'>An update! This probably won't be too long as I have decided that I shall finish French politics (literally in French fyi) by tonight. After which I'll have 6 more topics before I can announce that I am done with &lt;i&gt;reading&lt;/i&gt; the society part of my French module. I'm never good at absorbing facts, sadly. It takes me ages before I actually register them. What's even more unfortunate is that this disability of mine has been getting worse as I age. Urgh, it sure suck to be old.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all (probably) know, the volcano in Iceland (with a really long and gibberish name) that recently erupted has given a lot of problems to air travel. Flights to and from Europe was cancelled for nearly a week. Today is the day when aeroplanes are given the green light to start carrying stranded passengers across international borders. A few days ago I was worrying that my flight which is due this Sunday will get cancelled. It will be a quite a grave matter to me as I have a listening exam to sit for on Friday and I wouldn't want to land myself in the situation of rescheduling my flight and waiting for airspace to resume. In fact, I am still pretty worried that there might be hiccups with airspace. Afterall the volcano is still spouting ashes into the atmosphere. Mother Nature... please let me get to London safely before anything goes wrong!! (Mother Nature reading blogs... hmm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My previous week was occupied with my beloved. Spending time together with him easily reminded me of how CTC days used to be, minus all the college people and the awesome weather. Of course it felt different too. Actually, no, scrape that. It feels more like summer. Yes, summer. CTC days remains a part of the lovely memory of us that I'll never forget. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was saying... his company is priceless. Even though we just wasted our time away doing ordinary things that other couples do everyday, it's enough for me. Maybe it's because of the 4 month long deprivation that anything goes for me. For now. Come to think of it, I never really asked him whether he's fine with the way we were utilizing our time together- he did mention going to some local attractions. Ho hum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that he's back in, I forgot how it was like to not have him around. I forgot how to handle some things and lost a bit of control. Egawd this is so hard to explain. It's just... weird! It's like something obvious is missing. Ok I shan't go on and on about this. (GROW UP!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm meeting up with lovelettes tomorrow and will be having Korean!! It's a serious meet-up that shall be filled with nothing except eating and studying. Oh yes, studying. I shall head back to LA VIE POLITIQUE before I waste even more time! :)&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/19327793-5161688598729593658?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5161688598729593658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5161688598729593658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5161688598729593658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5161688598729593658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-this-probably-wont-be-long-as-i.html' title='Eyjafjallajokull'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-4280666633878936052</id><published>2010-04-12T15:18:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:51:46.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I'm down with 4 chapters of Macroeconomics</title><content type='html'>Another day spent attempting to be studious. I'm proud to say that my productivity has gone up by a couple of notches in the company of my 2 lovelettes who gave me glares to stop me from being distracted with the random-est things e.g. my hair (bad hair day), this little girl who's studying (her spirit amazes me), the air... if you get what I mean. Ahh, reminds me of the good old times of working over the same assignment together in class/school/old haunts of ours. This is especially relevant to Mila because we've been irregularly close to one another and we both (along with Hosanna) used to have study outings which, at the end of the day, often lose its main purpose. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, one delightful thing that happened today was that Mila surprised Rachel and me with home-made bentos! Japanese curry rice yum yum! I loved the curry :D &amp;amp; the rice tasted really nice too since it's Japanese rice and as you know, the texture is just different. It's like more succulent due to it's fat and round nature compared to the other types of rice. Even though Mila claimed that it came out too hard/ powdery, I felt all loved inside - even though I didn't finish the bento *hides face* BUT YOU TELL ME, HAVE YOUR FRIEND EVER MADE YOU A BENTO? HAVE YOU? HAVE YOU? My friend did and I am truly touched that she actually went through the trouble of making it early in the morning! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One interesting thing that happened today was that... Rachel spilt hot coffee over herself and she was still high on air ever though it was scalding hot. Imagine the horror. I would have screamed my head off, especially if I were to be wearing such a cute, pure white lace-trimmed camisole! Like, my jaw will completely drop as I stare at the aftermath of the accident with my eyes popping out of the sockets... okay enough drama. Anyway, she had to continue walking around with her funkily dyed garments, carrying a nice aroma of coffee along with her. The funny thing is that the coffee actually managed to dye half of the shorts darker brown (she wore a pair of light brown shorts) so it looked quite acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'est formidable que j'ai une amie à longtemps! Il y a beaucoup des choses et mémoires que je peux rapporter de temps à autre. Bien sûr, le même chose s'appliquer aux gens à qui on m'assortit étroitement. Et, Madamme Tay, merci pour des croissants délicieuse! Je pense sincèrement que c'est une charmante gâterie pour le soir. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things happened last week. In chronological order, my first niece's arrival to the world, lunch @ TNH with my green gay #2 (Grace!!) and Teng, my expensive haircut which only shows a fringe change (very short and highly temperamental) (all these on Wednesday, 14th) and Shaun's long awaited POP! I witnessed the touching moment of his graduation (his mom nearly teared up while putting his cap on for him) at the cost of getting a horrible and uneven tan. On. My. Face. Nevertheless, it was worth it and I thoroughly enjoyed being in the company of his mom and his grandfather. He's such a cute gentleman! Hehe, what are the odds of seeing your boyfriend graduating from BMT? Each recruit is only allowed 2 guests. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEDbEdk_I/AAAAAAAADnk/LebYNQiD2Eo/s1600/DSC08929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEDbEdk_I/AAAAAAAADnk/LebYNQiD2Eo/s320/DSC08929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459281998899942386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I'm not wrong, her name is Charis Nadia. Skinny baby, weighing at only 2.185kg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEDzVjS7I/AAAAAAAADns/dJ9esyHF7Zc/s1600/DSC08953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEDzVjS7I/AAAAAAAADns/dJ9esyHF7Zc/s320/DSC08953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459282005414071218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the haircut, we decided to walk from PS to City Hall because SMU is in between the 2 locations. We came across Ah Teng's Bakery which we all found pretty amusing. I wonder if she still pops this blog now and then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEEnpnMqI/AAAAAAAADn0/2IAPvG_ZRuo/s1600/DSC08994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEEnpnMqI/AAAAAAAADn0/2IAPvG_ZRuo/s320/DSC08994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459282019456856738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Shaun's granddaddy with his daughter (obviously Shaun's mom, just in case my attempt in being fanciful turns out to be an embarrassing failure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEFM5UrlI/AAAAAAAADn8/P_l4fbFWNXc/s1600/DSC09026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEFM5UrlI/AAAAAAAADn8/P_l4fbFWNXc/s320/DSC09026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459282029454863954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW CUTE IS THIS PICTURE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEFmlFyxI/AAAAAAAADoE/sPBYRhB1noM/s1600/DSC09038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEFmlFyxI/AAAAAAAADoE/sPBYRhB1noM/s320/DSC09038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459282036349324050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a picture to feed the curious cats out there. Anyway, over to my beloved, he lost too much weight in the span of 9 weeks!! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NF-QV6fQI/AAAAAAAADoM/RUTJSc7nELg/s1600/DSC09042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NF-QV6fQI/AAAAAAAADoM/RUTJSc7nELg/s320/DSC09042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284109144259842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose this picture won't hurt. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok hang on, one last revelation before I close. I'm starting to find Timbaland attractive... no no no don't get me wrong. Not in that sense. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-4280666633878936052?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/4280666633878936052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=4280666633878936052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4280666633878936052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/4280666633878936052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-down-with-4-chapters-of.html' title='I&apos;m down with 4 chapters of Macroeconomics'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/S8NEDbEdk_I/AAAAAAAADnk/LebYNQiD2Eo/s72-c/DSC08929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-7885368249435761022</id><published>2010-04-11T17:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T05:59:41.011+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought(s)'/><title type='text'>midnight thoughts</title><content type='html'>I often find myself with the need to look at the grass on my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-7885368249435761022?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/7885368249435761022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=7885368249435761022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7885368249435761022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/7885368249435761022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/midnight-thoughts.html' title='midnight thoughts'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-5969194746094521898</id><published>2010-04-09T15:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:27:59.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jargon'/><title type='text'>regretting?</title><content type='html'>She said it. She said it. Of all people who could have said it, she said it. She, the person who is related by blood and have witnessed a lot. It registered and matched my intuition. It's slowly creeping out.......... freaky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life, oh life, how unpredictable can you get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-5969194746094521898?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/5969194746094521898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=5969194746094521898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5969194746094521898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/5969194746094521898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/regretting.html' title='regretting?'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-119909805185134739</id><published>2010-04-08T17:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:17:55.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jargon'/><title type='text'>I'm too sleepy to think straight</title><content type='html'>One plans. Nothing ever goes to plan. One gets dejected but moves on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-119909805185134739?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/119909805185134739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=119909805185134739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/119909805185134739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/119909805185134739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-too-sleepy-to-think-straight.html' title='I&apos;m too sleepy to think straight'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19327793.post-8962325825652614499</id><published>2010-04-05T16:58:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:29:24.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend&apos;s thought(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote(s)'/><title type='text'>as for the 600th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 24px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue','Lucida Grande',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;div class="quote" style="font-size: 22px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(195, 76, 49); font-family: Cambria;"&gt;“A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;— Helen Rowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear beloved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is that true? O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With endless kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Inggrid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left; font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;somethings that slowly dies out just have to be revived once more, e.g. this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19327793-8962325825652614499?l=itswrittendown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/feeds/8962325825652614499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19327793&amp;postID=8962325825652614499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8962325825652614499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19327793/posts/default/8962325825652614499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswrittendown.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-for-600th-post.html' title='as for the 600th post'/><author><name>Inggrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVvHnAEFIg4/Sz6TnemJL4I/AAAAAAAADck/EVaU6lw6AP0/S220/DSC08147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
