<?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-4880827736827897352</id><updated>2011-08-22T22:11:25.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarette Lighter Love Song</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8158283785409660646</id><published>2010-11-25T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:29:25.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/TO4dsYymeOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fTN1rjfo_04/s1600/P1050347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/TO4dsYymeOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fTN1rjfo_04/s400/P1050347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543400839745796322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda miss the KK trip, tho we didn't get to go Kinabalu Park to snorkelling, I enjoyed the company, the walking around (pretty aimlessly to me), trying to bargain in Malay and failed, the different side of life from Singapore, the getting drenched in the rain with Leonard and us not getting frustrated by it. Situations can get ugly, but as long as company's wonderful, all will be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a traveller one day. When I grow up. But I don't think it'll ever happen. I'm too picky when it comes to toilets. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8158283785409660646?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8158283785409660646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-kinda-miss-kk-trip-tho-we-didnt-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8158283785409660646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8158283785409660646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-kinda-miss-kk-trip-tho-we-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/TO4dsYymeOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fTN1rjfo_04/s72-c/P1050347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-3193309204345383969</id><published>2010-11-25T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:21:49.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I think I'm gonna be back to blogger. Livejournal seems like a place to post sad stuff on, so I'm not gonna go down that lane hahahahaha whatever~~~~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being bored and having nothing to do. And then regret when I have to rush my work the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-3193309204345383969?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3193309204345383969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-i-think-im-gonna-be-back-to-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3193309204345383969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3193309204345383969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-i-think-im-gonna-be-back-to-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5954386175227502161</id><published>2010-02-13T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:40:28.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for the surprise last night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5954386175227502161?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5954386175227502161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-for-surprise-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5954386175227502161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5954386175227502161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-for-surprise-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8029528267572981253</id><published>2010-02-08T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:42:15.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I adjusted my body to be in the best comfortable position on the bus seat,&lt;br /&gt;drowning myself with melancholic music,&lt;br /&gt;feeling the cold harsh air against my neck and thigh,&lt;br /&gt;i looked out the window,&lt;br /&gt;with that little bit of light shining on it,&lt;br /&gt;just enough to shine my own face back at me,&lt;br /&gt;i saw my reflection,&lt;br /&gt;and i gasped to myself,&lt;br /&gt;'OMG, MY FACE FREAKING OILY'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha good night world. It was a good Monday, and good Mondays don't come very often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8029528267572981253?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8029528267572981253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-i-adjusted-my-body-to-be-in-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8029528267572981253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8029528267572981253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-i-adjusted-my-body-to-be-in-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-25938092974602196</id><published>2010-02-07T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:14:39.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I give up on myself leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-25938092974602196?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/25938092974602196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-give-up-on-myself-leh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/25938092974602196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/25938092974602196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-give-up-on-myself-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5584728633453574845</id><published>2010-02-05T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:11:11.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you love someone, ask him for nothing. Don’t hold him from his destiny. Don’t keep him from going off in search of his own answers. Don’t ask him for commitment. You will know commitment is real when it is something given willingly, and not as something obligatory. Don’t ask him for promises. If you are patient, if you have faith, you will know in your heart when the right time for promises has come. And when that time arrives, then you will see that you have both lost nothing by setting each other free, and have instead gained a richer, fuller life, a wealth of experiences, and a stronger certainty of your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should he not return to you, then life hasn’t cheated you because no promises were broken. Your bitterness will not last long, and you will feel thankful and blessed that at the very least, this beautiful soul has colored your life, that knowing him has already made life infinitely more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By setting a person free, you run a risk of him not returning. But always remember that you found him beautiful precisely because he was free. People are like sunlight. You can feel their warmth, and their glow, but you can’t hold them in your hand and keep them with you forever. People choose to stay. But a choice is made more meaningful when it is made despite so many other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala Paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Joan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5584728633453574845?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5584728633453574845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-love-someone-ask-him-for-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5584728633453574845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5584728633453574845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-love-someone-ask-him-for-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5725592624484571071</id><published>2010-02-02T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:46:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night I feel her holding me tight,&lt;br /&gt;never enough blanket but to me it's alright,&lt;br /&gt;she can have it, she can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not lesbian. It's from a song. She Is by Gabe Bondoc. Love it love it love it! Sweet song. Guitar part a bit too difficult for me tho, so... I give up! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5725592624484571071?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5725592624484571071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-middle-of-night-i-feel-her-holding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5725592624484571071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5725592624484571071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-middle-of-night-i-feel-her-holding.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-2360118541534217169</id><published>2010-01-30T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:36:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My feet are accchhhiiingggg. This is either a sign of turning 20 soon or just having not worked for a nong nong time. Endless waves of customers today, and some weird and unreasonable ones, those who expect their food to be prepared 2 minutes after they've placed their order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked with Nicole today, funny sia. We got confused quite a bit, and Kai Yuan realised our similarity of having taken orders wrongly throughout the day. I almost got killed at work today by a metal pole. Thanks ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP has started and I'm super confused. I hate it when I'm confused.. makes me just not.want.to.do.anything.anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lepak and be bored. Wedding tmr. I LUV WEDDDDDINGS, MAKES ME CRY :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-2360118541534217169?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2360118541534217169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-feet-are-accchhhiiingggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2360118541534217169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2360118541534217169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-feet-are-accchhhiiingggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-3072798968249814467</id><published>2010-01-26T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:11:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2V0ZPwFCbE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2V0ZPwFCbE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to share&lt;br /&gt;Share the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Know my intimate details&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;And give me support&lt;br /&gt;And in return&lt;br /&gt;She'll get my support&lt;br /&gt;She will listen to me&lt;br /&gt;When I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And life in general&lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;They may even be perverted&lt;br /&gt;She'll hear me out&lt;br /&gt;And won't easily be converted&lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;In fact she'll often disagree&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;She will understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;For me passionately&lt;br /&gt;With every thought and&lt;br /&gt;With every breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll help me see things&lt;br /&gt;In a different light&lt;br /&gt;All the things I detest&lt;br /&gt;I will almost like&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;To anyone's strings&lt;br /&gt;I'm carefully trying to steer clear of&lt;br /&gt;Those things&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And kiss me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Though things like this&lt;br /&gt;Make me sick&lt;br /&gt;In a case like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll get away with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-3072798968249814467?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3072798968249814467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-somebody-to-share-share-rest-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3072798968249814467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3072798968249814467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-somebody-to-share-share-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7465095203048886370</id><published>2010-01-26T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:26:52.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty good day, and good Mondays are rare. Do you think Monday / Tuesday's worse? Everyday can be a '___day blues' to me except for Thursday, it has to be green. I don't know why. And my favourite day has always been Wednesday, ever since TK days. We were always released earlier that day and no remedial or sth, and during my first Poly year, Wednesday was my self-proclaimed rest day ( hee hee ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of Wednesdays, just like even numbers. Odd numbers are just odd. They're just hanging and have no root. And can't be divided by two. I like numbers divisible by 2. So I take even numbered buses more often than odd if I had a choice. But I have no choice but to make myself odd every morning on 15. That bus that takes a cruise around Eunos just to get to Tampines. And there are people in the morning heading to Ubi on 15 who has weird smelling perfumes. But some can be really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling asleep la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7465095203048886370?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7465095203048886370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-pretty-good-day-and-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7465095203048886370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7465095203048886370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-pretty-good-day-and-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-2927997946272923573</id><published>2010-01-18T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:33:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to always fall sick. And still have to do work at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;To hell with stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thump thump thump thump thump thumpity thump thump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-2927997946272923573?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2927997946272923573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-to-always-fall-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2927997946272923573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2927997946272923573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-to-always-fall-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1294928409754056976</id><published>2010-01-13T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:42:22.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopedoodles, the next week or so will be one hell of a crazy one. Seriously, what happened to starting on the project early :( Now rush here rush there, go for consultation WITHOUT having anything to consult, see past year works, get stressed up, feel feverish, go home, sleep, wake up, go to party, come back, blog.... and probably sleeping soon. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now till 20th /22nd of Jan, I will have no life. If I jio you out, say no. Okay la, say yes. Cos if not I'll just rot and kill myself at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday eh bee bee, i luv u still &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1294928409754056976?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1294928409754056976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoopedoodles-next-week-or-so-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1294928409754056976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1294928409754056976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoopedoodles-next-week-or-so-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7896689452306810858</id><published>2010-01-11T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:32:56.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I'm stressing over what to crap out for Colour and Light journal, she walks in the room with a bowl of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7896689452306810858?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7896689452306810858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-when-im-stressing-over-what-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7896689452306810858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7896689452306810858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-when-im-stressing-over-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5253853433915635977</id><published>2010-01-10T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:30:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With hatred or with love,&lt;br /&gt;You cannot decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah die, haven't start work. At least got to spend some time with mum. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5253853433915635977?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5253853433915635977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-hatred-or-with-love-you-cannot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5253853433915635977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5253853433915635977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-hatred-or-with-love-you-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4009264679608094549</id><published>2010-01-06T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:45:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tell me, what should I be thinking? Once bitten, twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;Twice the confusion, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Adobe flash, pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put myself inside the programme so that someone can show me where to move to at which frames and what shape I should tween to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4009264679608094549?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4009264679608094549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-tell-me-what-should-i-be-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4009264679608094549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4009264679608094549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-tell-me-what-should-i-be-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8421950508664019975</id><published>2010-01-03T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:54:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days into the new year and it has been alright so far, though it feels like i've seen the monstrous side of people so much over the past few days. We are all turning into people we hate the most, ironically. Why har??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings have occured and I'm sorry if I have created heartbreaks or upset anyone related, but my intention all these while was purely for the benefit of all. I have been trying, too. My friend, I am still here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family has been here for quite some time now. Not used to the company and the noise at home. Good at times, bad at times because I feel like as if my lifestyle has been disrupted and it's just weird. Well, been sleeping latest 12 everyday. Ever since I came back from Indo, my tummy has been attacking me everyday. Like there's this endless churning that comes in waves right after another. My stomach is no longer immune to the food in Indo, but whatever it is, food there is damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much reflection for 2009. Went by too fast for me to reflect on. I think I have my ultimate New Year Resolution. And I have to stick by it, if not.. I... I.. suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sleepy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8421950508664019975?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8421950508664019975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-days-into-new-year-and-it-has-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8421950508664019975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8421950508664019975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-days-into-new-year-and-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-259436197227251274</id><published>2010-01-01T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:21:04.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Either I've come to terms with it, or I've given up and not want to give a shit anymore. All I have to say, I don't have a good feeling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate myself for giving in, all the time, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline.&lt;br /&gt;( The more I read it, the more it seems like I'm referring to watching porn. It's not hor! Just in case you had funky thoughts in your head )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year you guys. Is it too late to make resolutions? Shit man, girls, I miss you guys a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-259436197227251274?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/259436197227251274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/either-ive-come-to-terms-with-it-or-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/259436197227251274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/259436197227251274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/either-ive-come-to-terms-with-it-or-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6733650612515314868</id><published>2009-12-31T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:36:02.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The coming new year isn't gonna be as trashy as this one. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my confidence will spread the joy to you, to your veins, to your windpipe,to your nostrils,to your throat and make you sing a joyful song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6733650612515314868?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6733650612515314868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-new-year-isnt-gonna-be-as-trashy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6733650612515314868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6733650612515314868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-new-year-isnt-gonna-be-as-trashy.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1436416070587915728</id><published>2009-12-27T01:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:51:31.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloria in excelsis deo</title><content type='html'>I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZKoo064cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uIO78F8jIno/s1600-h/10326_297780605205_799450205_9205191_1213237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZKoo064cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uIO78F8jIno/s400/10326_297780605205_799450205_9205191_1213237_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601263601574338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJ5_XndpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YYGs2YMov60/s1600-h/2249209984003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJ5_XndpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YYGs2YMov60/s400/2249209984003l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600462198830738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJwU7gEdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8i7KI21pmgs/s1600-h/14833553115277l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJwU7gEdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8i7KI21pmgs/s400/14833553115277l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600296187793874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJwEtBCYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ifrfFk1iE1c/s1600-h/1_690012661l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJwEtBCYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ifrfFk1iE1c/s400/1_690012661l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600291832072578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJvv13syI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gfs43eTGJ8c/s1600-h/1_394787763l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJvv13syI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gfs43eTGJ8c/s400/1_394787763l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600286232064802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJvA2DM1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/OZnhPXXnJ5A/s1600-h/0_354905539l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJvA2DM1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/OZnhPXXnJ5A/s400/0_354905539l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600273616352082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJu04w9RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qIeXqDhCnaA/s1600-h/0_353926095l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZJu04w9RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qIeXqDhCnaA/s400/0_353926095l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600270406513938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIc6LEWSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nvNqTlTXZRg/s1600-h/P1000700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIc6LEWSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nvNqTlTXZRg/s400/P1000700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598863076186402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIcVkwHOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FDjYugHl1BI/s1600-h/P1030556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIcVkwHOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FDjYugHl1BI/s400/P1030556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598853251800290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIb0oovJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPPAz8r2sqY/s1600-h/92440020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIb0oovJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPPAz8r2sqY/s400/92440020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598844409724050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIbgYEmiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a9Kik279Y4w/s1600-h/IMG_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZIbgYEmiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a9Kik279Y4w/s400/IMG_2772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598838971537954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZGl0BDY6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/btJETxY3SRI/s1600-h/bienalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZGl0BDY6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/btJETxY3SRI/s400/bienalle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419596817019134882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZLhaTcDBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/x2tsorMnEWY/s1600-h/Cafe+Del+Mar+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZLhaTcDBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/x2tsorMnEWY/s400/Cafe+Del+Mar+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602238955588626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sha la la it's so nice to be happy sha la la.&lt;br /&gt;I luv christmas, reminds me of my primary 1 days back in Indo when I spent Christmas in the school chapel singing 'Angels we have heard on high'. &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I ever got caned. I think I did, for not knowing the answer to a maths sum. Oh well, my teachers in kindergarten taught us how to brush our teeth while squatting beside a drain armed with a pail, toothbrush and toothpaste. Did yours? He he he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me has been quite happening with lots of things going on, and it's back to school on Monday piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1436416070587915728?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1436416070587915728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/gloria-in-excelsis-deo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1436416070587915728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1436416070587915728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/gloria-in-excelsis-deo.html' title='Gloria in excelsis deo'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzZKoo064cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uIO78F8jIno/s72-c/10326_297780605205_799450205_9205191_1213237_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8260000539050937598</id><published>2009-12-24T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:24:36.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzJST8gE_4I/AAAAAAAAAII/GG5aVTVQNgQ/s1600-h/19143_245961125662_718955662_4636628_8344802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzJST8gE_4I/AAAAAAAAAII/GG5aVTVQNgQ/s400/19143_245961125662_718955662_4636628_8344802_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418483804291792770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8260000539050937598?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8260000539050937598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8260000539050937598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8260000539050937598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SzJST8gE_4I/AAAAAAAAAII/GG5aVTVQNgQ/s72-c/19143_245961125662_718955662_4636628_8344802_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4956758737514950992</id><published>2009-12-22T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:22:04.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indonesia's not all that bad when it is overcrowded with your aunties and cousins. I like that feeling, of having to squeeze on small mattresses and hearing a symphony of snores and waking up to my cousin smacking my eye, and be able to eat my favourite home cooked food first thing in the morningggggg. Mmhm, But i can't wait to get back to Singapore hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Shearen yesterday to shop... Walked till our feet hurt. I bet she hates going shopping with me now cos I'm so fickle-minded he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some more shopping today before I head off to do some more shopping? Hopefully.. if not I'll just be stoning in the office. Oh zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I hope it doesn't flood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4956758737514950992?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4956758737514950992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/indonesias-not-all-that-bad-when-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4956758737514950992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4956758737514950992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/indonesias-not-all-that-bad-when-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4538322514522768504</id><published>2009-12-18T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:21:29.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I luv road trips,&lt;br /&gt;I luv road trips with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv the holidays, and I can smell Christmas. Mmmmmhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Nicole, I miss you so. If you happen to drink the hot chocolate at St.Andrews, do think of me when you do so he he he he. Hope you're having a good one, best friend, and congrats ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4538322514522768504?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4538322514522768504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-luv-road-trips-i-luv-road-trips-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4538322514522768504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4538322514522768504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-luv-road-trips-i-luv-road-trips-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8057492771610579030</id><published>2009-12-09T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:58:51.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just still cannot accept it. I don't know if I'm really ready to see you, and at such a time. I don't know why this affects me a lot. It made my heart sink, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sink or float, who decides? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I just ate prata at 11pm just now. Ok, half a cheese prata. and a few spoonfuls of beehoon goreng and a cup of Teh Cino which is lasting me till now, but the effect is wearing off soon. I can feel it. It's intuition, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;I am still a survivor. Time check : 3a.m. I MADE IT THIS FAR COME ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8057492771610579030?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8057492771610579030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-still-cannot-accept-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8057492771610579030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8057492771610579030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-still-cannot-accept-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8896777237041871390</id><published>2009-12-08T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:48:47.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending it with another night of chionging work. Rejection is harsh, and if I get it one more time tomorrow, I will flip the tables, flip the chair, flip whoever's beside me, and flip myself. Submission is on Thursday. I AM NOT DONE WITH MY FRIGGING SYMBOLS HELLO WHO THE HELL AM I SHITTING AND I SERIOUSLY AM GOING CRAZY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Im going overseas with Nicole now. What a golden chance to lose. What to do, no money, no holiday lor. Only can go back Jakarta in two weeks time. At least can get to meet Shearen and go for a lil shopping session or something. I'm a true blue Indonesian and will be speaking Bahasa over there. Yeah right. I even talk to my mum in English most of the time even though she doesn't understand most part of what Im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember about 3 years ago when Boon ( Justin ) taught me how to say the 'pi pa li ge long ting tong' thingy. So I kept practising at home, and my mum learnt it from me, and couldn't stop saying it, and everytime she does it, she gets super amused. I'm not surprised I'm like that too. First day I got to know Leonard, I was bombarding him with the jokes Jo told me, and I was the only one laughing at it. He thought I was cuckoo, and probably still does. Jo, see how influencial and lame you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sx50uMxUCQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XKuQ4SxFEFM/s1600-h/3794589363_a05b23dbdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sx50uMxUCQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XKuQ4SxFEFM/s400/3794589363_a05b23dbdd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412892139196778754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a sweet tooth and love caramel AND nuts, and if you have the guts ( oh it rhymes), try this. Hazelnut Caramel Tart from Coffee Club. This will bring you to heaven, slam you down to hell, and after a damn long time, back to Earth. It prolly killed my taste bud. It's like just drinking caramel. If you don't have a sweet tooth, and want to commit suicide, this works well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I WILL SURVIVE THROUGH THE NIGHTTTTTT I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to put up my Christmas tree and just sit on my couch admiring the light. Luv luv luv luv luv luv luv luv luv it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8896777237041871390?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8896777237041871390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8896777237041871390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8896777237041871390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sx50uMxUCQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XKuQ4SxFEFM/s72-c/3794589363_a05b23dbdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1771173148560484661</id><published>2009-12-07T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:12:06.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up 4 hours later than planned today at 1pm after having a chain of bad dreams that seemed to drag me back to sleep. Serious! The last one was me going for a trip to UK with some people whom I really dont recgonize, and realised at the airport I forgot to get a VISA, so I had to go to his room and got hypnotized and started cutting my finger off. And many other gruesome retarded adventures. Maybe I should compile my dreams into a friggin book.&lt;br /&gt;And get the money to buy friggin drugs. Just kidding, maybe more red bulls to get me through nights like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home 4 hours later than expected. Had fun laughing my ass off thooooo and I love those crispy garnishing, fried tanghoon or something, the one they use for yam basket. Mmmmhmmhmmhmh. So, to make up for the time lost, I am going to have to lose all my sleep tonight. I don't know how I'm going to survive through the night. Marcus says he'll be awake too but I doubt both of us can last through the night. My assignments.. I'm one whole week behind time, it's so scary. And submission week starts now. All hell breaks loose here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and cousin left the country today. So now it's back to peace and quiet. I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1771173148560484661?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1771173148560484661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-4-hours-later-than-planned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1771173148560484661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1771173148560484661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-4-hours-later-than-planned.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1672404052933034898</id><published>2009-12-04T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:43:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I forget my dream / nightmare....&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was in something similar to Final Destination 3, but this time, it's people killing each other, something like SAW or something.. and this small girl and her sister were running after me in my house back in Indo with fans...that were burning. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 3 hours later than expected. Ugh :( My mum woke me up and handed me a cup of juice, and for 10 seconds I stared at the cup thinking why she handed me a cup of cappucino.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1672404052933034898?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1672404052933034898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-forget-my-dream-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1672404052933034898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1672404052933034898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-forget-my-dream-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4534305492770176143</id><published>2009-12-03T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:46:50.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give shit / Give a shit?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes.. I really do hate you, for being the cause of all these, for me feeling so fucked up most of the time. I don't understand how you blow hot and cold so rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret? I kinda do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4534305492770176143?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4534305492770176143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4534305492770176143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4534305492770176143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes.html' title='Give shit / Give a shit?'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7723068298131495856</id><published>2009-12-01T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:34:16.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming! I was feeling the moooood last month but.. not now leh. Prolly cos Im down with a killer flu accompanied by all the happy two friends - sore throat and cough. Which afterwards, called along their other two friends - medicine and drowsiness. But well what comes out of it is a MC at least. But I dont want it today, I would have gone to school if I could. Missing Hon's explanation is gonna cost me lots of confusion for the next one and a half week to submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay this month may just be enough to get me a 2010 moleskin monthly planner, need to un-jumble up my life and remember events and to-dos. Like how I haven't returned library books, paid my bills, reply important smses from a month back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to do Hon's work after a nap. I feel ooooozy tho.. And I so want to eat my tapioca chips. I. Have. To. Resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7723068298131495856?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7723068298131495856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-i-was-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7723068298131495856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7723068298131495856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-i-was-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-115745135528693890</id><published>2009-11-28T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:02:09.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quite like creepy songs that make my hair stand. Imogen Heap is mmhm. Not those kinda creepy songs like the stupid song in final destination 3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wjlj0TZ8wb8"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; the link for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a relatively peace of mind and a peaceful heart last night. I enjoyed the talk last night somehow, haven't had one of those with you in a long time, I guess time constraint and all. I really did go to sleep happy, until I couldn't get back to sleep for 2 hours or so from 1-3 cos father was snoring. In the morning at about 7, he nagged at me for not being home early and not having enough sleep. Yeah well I would have.. if you weren't snoring like crazy. Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level people are done. ( Well, almost at least. ) I can't mock them anymore for being in JC, now's their turn to mock me instead. One more year in poly. And as Abby says, maybe One and a half. Ha ha ha ha ha ha sickening. Had dinner with the usuals yesterday at EWF and they pretty much liked the food ( i hope hehe ). Nice to see all of them again. Haven't seen anyone of them except for Abby for the past....one month or even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, we've missed you. And I can imagine your shock when you didn't receive anything from Shearen and me. Your phone lousy la. I even tried to stay up till 12 midnight to wish you happy birthday even though I was nodding off like crazy at 11.50 okkkkkk hahahha. Hope you had a good one :) Can't wait for you to be back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my mum to come, and about 10 relatives along with her. Hahahhhahahaha, I might have to sleep on the couch or something, whooopie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-115745135528693890?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115745135528693890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-quite-like-creepy-songs-that-make-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/115745135528693890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/115745135528693890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-quite-like-creepy-songs-that-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6778502552793324885</id><published>2009-11-24T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:00:07.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not brave enough?</title><content type='html'>Give up / in / love ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Baby please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, how I wish you're here for me to hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6778502552793324885?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6778502552793324885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-brave-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6778502552793324885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6778502552793324885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-brave-enough.html' title='Not brave enough?'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6529941540722963035</id><published>2009-11-23T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:53:24.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back. Hoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the A's people to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of feeling lost for assignments.&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of having to catch up like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I have hordes of family members coming here soon which will seriously make me go crazier.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I still have the time to go for race and play mahjong?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf am I doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet today.&lt;br /&gt;After vomiting air out halfway during mass.&lt;br /&gt;I cried because I felt so lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;And so damn exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I love running away from everything.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta start on InfoDes. Hopefully it'll be productive. Sigh, oh monday, do chase away the bad luck that's been with me the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO I LOVE YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6529941540722963035?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6529941540722963035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6529941540722963035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6529941540722963035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4686954072129136761</id><published>2009-11-19T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:07:52.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am alone in this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4686954072129136761?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4686954072129136761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-alone-in-this-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4686954072129136761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4686954072129136761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-alone-in-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-427685013505831100</id><published>2009-11-19T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:23:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwSr-ELhf0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ybNbMgNN9xk/s1600/P1030256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwSr-ELhf0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ybNbMgNN9xk/s400/P1030256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405634535513751362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and happy second, Nenard. l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ve l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-427685013505831100?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/427685013505831100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-and-happy-second-nenard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/427685013505831100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/427685013505831100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-and-happy-second-nenard.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwSr-ELhf0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ybNbMgNN9xk/s72-c/P1030256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8965800157177621250</id><published>2009-11-16T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:32:33.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does SHE make your day?</title><content type='html'>This weekend has treated me well. It felt weird not having to worry to do any / much work and having the time to actually be bored. It all ends here tho. Tomorrow will mark the start of a new block, with 2 boring draggy crazy modules &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief I managed to complete my book for Publication Design, pretty disappointed with it, but aiya, nehmind la, I think I tried my best alr. Spent shitloads on it some more. I definitely want it back. 60 bucks worth of stufffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been happening around / to me it seems and I just like a weekend away doing stupid things and slacking and spending time with Leonard after so long cos of his stupid exams that are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12, and I'm super exhausted, so Im gonna go and get some sleep, tomorro will be a new day. Oh my oh my. MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, JC people. Y'all can do it :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwAqMP2_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/n3s55YHKjcc/s1600-h/4705_100752868783_658588783_2635946_5348158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwAqMP2_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/n3s55YHKjcc/s400/4705_100752868783_658588783_2635946_5348158_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404365942748556274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've posted this up before but it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwAqosrfubI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdi3-N6z57E/s1600-h/tumblr_ksmjuySEEB1qzvqipo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwAqosrfubI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdi3-N6z57E/s400/tumblr_ksmjuySEEB1qzvqipo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366431521323442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahha wtf right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwArAha-bBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/58mWqWZ7jAY/s1600-h/a-funny-faces-sports-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwArAha-bBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/58mWqWZ7jAY/s400/a-funny-faces-sports-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366840816102418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8965800157177621250?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8965800157177621250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-weekend-has-treated-me-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8965800157177621250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8965800157177621250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-weekend-has-treated-me-well.html' title='Does SHE make your day?'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SwAqMP2_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/n3s55YHKjcc/s72-c/4705_100752868783_658588783_2635946_5348158_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8709128291518543436</id><published>2009-11-13T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:21:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvzesrzQrlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8YKZ5mMXmBU/s1600-h/9d904c6272ad93d033d68bfc6bb30a148f66af82_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvzesrzQrlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8YKZ5mMXmBU/s400/9d904c6272ad93d033d68bfc6bb30a148f66af82_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403438512191090258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8709128291518543436?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8709128291518543436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8709128291518543436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8709128291518543436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvzesrzQrlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8YKZ5mMXmBU/s72-c/9d904c6272ad93d033d68bfc6bb30a148f66af82_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6540342259258420012</id><published>2009-11-11T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:58:39.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wished the bus ride home yesterday was longer. I loved how I spaced out into nothingness instead of getting into deep thoughts and the fact that it was a good alone time, not wanting anyone there with me. Except for the fact that the tip of my nose was freezing and that the plastic sheet covering my a3 print-outs was starting to stick to my thigh, everything else was perfect. Because I was in a state of nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;Zen.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was just damn tired la wth hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in school again. trying to finish my work. Think PatTan will be sick of seeing me already, I tried to bribe her yesterday hahhaha didn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be home, but I don't really want to be here either. So where do I go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh , I appointed a safe room in my house already to protect me from the tank roaming around, bashing the hell out of everything. My toilet. Good hor, I spent an hour inside just sitting on the floor.. singing songs. hahhahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those few who made my day yesterday :) It was nice to talk to you again Jo, at 5a.m in the morning. I really do miss you. Wonder what you would have been doing if you stayed in Singapore instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then right right right! In the bus today my mind started to wander off, no zen moment today, and I started to wander, who the hell decided what was silly or what was appropriate or that thin is sexy and so and so. You knw what I mean? What if there was no bartering system long time ago, and money does not exist? Will it be better? Will people kill for money, for land? Or maybe not so drastic, will people fight about money?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all of us would be sharing and caring, like care bear, just that we'll be lazy as hell, ah dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority, my ass, wake up your idea, imeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to 1 of the 2 most important men in my life, your thank you made my day. But whatever you said before ruined it. So you were -1 at first, and then you +1 so now you're 0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach egg :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6540342259258420012?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6540342259258420012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wished-bus-ride-home-yesterday-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6540342259258420012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6540342259258420012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wished-bus-ride-home-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5780382653620219601</id><published>2009-11-10T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:24:19.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5780382653620219601?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5780382653620219601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5780382653620219601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5780382653620219601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5217536655779390677</id><published>2009-11-09T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:44:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be thankful for what you have right this moment because the next minute,the very same thing that you were thankful for might slam you down real hard, face first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rainy, monday night. I'm going to sleep at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine, you're gonna be just alright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those A's, GOOD LUCK OK I WILL PRAY FOR ALL OF U, JUST TAHAN A WHILE MORE, GRADUATE AND THEN YOU CAN LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE I'LL STILL BE IN SCHOOL. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5217536655779390677?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5217536655779390677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-thankful-for-what-you-have-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5217536655779390677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5217536655779390677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-thankful-for-what-you-have-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4679733138754086737</id><published>2009-11-06T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:31:54.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvOKfiER7WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jsWZP7yBm4I/s1600-h/Photo+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvOKfiER7WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jsWZP7yBm4I/s400/Photo+297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400812652472692066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;block&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4679733138754086737?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4679733138754086737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mind-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4679733138754086737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4679733138754086737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mind-block.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvOKfiER7WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jsWZP7yBm4I/s72-c/Photo+297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6024541902973735896</id><published>2009-11-05T10:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:02:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have always thought I can work better under pressure, but this year, I was proved otherwise. I can't multi-task under pressure and confusion during work. Add-on orders, takeaway orders, bill, more customers asking abt the cupcake. Just feel like shouting and asking them to queue up to tell me what they want. hahhahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've been getting anxiety attacks whenever I feel overly stressed, or when I have bad dreams even. Breathlessness and all gah :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe now because I refuse to think about P**D** ( taboo word ). Stupid module is killing me, mainly because I am confused as to what to do and ideas popping in my mind, and digressing from concept and information overload/&lt;br /&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/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvI_8R7bI8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/OYRLxA2knKI/s1600-h/38080004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvI_8R7bI8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/OYRLxA2knKI/s400/38080004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400449208007992258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, this is the start of something new :D :D (k) (k)&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/4880827736827897352-6024541902973735896?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6024541902973735896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-always-thought-i-can-work-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6024541902973735896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6024541902973735896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-always-thought-i-can-work-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SvI_8R7bI8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/OYRLxA2knKI/s72-c/38080004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1270342702812234297</id><published>2009-11-03T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:24:28.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-navailable.</title><content type='html'>I probably am adding unnecessary pressure on myself for this project, but there so many things and facts to consider and even my concept's not concrete enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's leaving tomorrow, how I wish she could stay here. I don't mind having whatever curfew she implements, I just want her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can handle this. I need you, now?&lt;br /&gt;But I know you can't be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY, thanks for being such a funny ass, I appreciate it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1270342702812234297?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1270342702812234297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-need-you-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1270342702812234297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1270342702812234297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-need-you-most.html' title='U-navailable.'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-935006745288000459</id><published>2009-11-03T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:02:00.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Su-qqe3BKQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Ycz2YHhWaU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Su-qqe3BKQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Ycz2YHhWaU/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399722125055568130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Imee, Imee, this one sounds like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I saw a white dove sitting in my backyard. This was surprising, considering I live in the midwest. I got really excited and ran to go get my mom. When we came back, she informed me that this was the same ceramic dove that's been in our backyard for 4 years. MLIA."&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"NO LA I WONT DO THAT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont lie. Oh oh this one another one!"&lt;br /&gt;"Today my roomie and I went out to walk the dog, we were walking down the street talking about how tired we were when we both got a feeling that we were missing something. after a minute or two we realized what we had forgotten: the dog was still at home. MLIA."&lt;br /&gt;"I can imagine you and Shearen doing this"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-935006745288000459?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/935006745288000459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-imee-imee-this-one-sounds-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/935006745288000459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/935006745288000459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-imee-imee-this-one-sounds-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Su-qqe3BKQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Ycz2YHhWaU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5338827393093970543</id><published>2009-11-02T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:58:14.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Su7kHsnIiAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qK9cATDHCaE/s1600-h/P1000561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Su7kHsnIiAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qK9cATDHCaE/s400/P1000561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399503824149317634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, happy birthday. What, 24 years old already? OLD MAN OLD MAN OLD MAN OLD MAN OLD MAN OLD MAN. Don't get wasted on your birthday, okay maybe do, but don't puke everywhere please like how you and your friends did at home the other day long time ago eeew so gross. I would have bought you a gift and maybe made a card for you too, well if you were here that is. HA, too bad , no gift! &lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, brother. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5338827393093970543?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5338827393093970543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-dude-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5338827393093970543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5338827393093970543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-dude-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Su7kHsnIiAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qK9cATDHCaE/s72-c/P1000561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6451177998899286775</id><published>2009-11-01T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:32:50.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't decide if having a bedtime of 10pm-11pm is a good thing or not? I was usually more productive at night ( till about 3 when I start seeing double vision of my cursor and can't seem to aim my trackpad properly ), but now my productive time zone is replaced by my eyes closing and my brain on standby mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am determined to get up tmr AT SEVEN to go to school and finish up my work at the library before consulting PatTan. Let's see how much determination I really have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been spent happily but not productively ( in school sense ). Can't seem to get in the mooooood, man :-( And I pity those having exams. Or those whose exams are coming, must feel like shit yes, people? Im so glad I didnt stay in MJ. Maybe if I did.. when i graduate I wouldnt have done design and prolly would heed my mum's advice to take Accounting or some beautician course or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee + Numbers = Like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true man... It's the heartbreak season now. Thank goodness no one directly related to me are experiencing it.. ( Ok, maybe one.. or two, ok no, 3 ) But it's like a chain effect thing. Maybe it's the exams and all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you are a fan of gore and can take gory stuff, go google 'diving accident lebanon cliff' or something, and go and watch. Jc boy and Choon Hua were watching it in the library and were describing to me the scenes cos I was too hum ji to even take a peek. Go go go go go go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darn, it's a monday tomorrow D: I hate mondays. What about chu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6451177998899286775?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6451177998899286775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-decide-if-having-bedtime-of-10pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6451177998899286775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6451177998899286775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-decide-if-having-bedtime-of-10pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1854632036149092001</id><published>2009-10-29T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:44:38.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got an 80% assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an 80% assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an 80% assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 15 minutes later )&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to re-announce....&lt;br /&gt;I've got an 80% assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an 80% assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an 80% assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1854632036149092001?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1854632036149092001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-80-assignment-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1854632036149092001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1854632036149092001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-80-assignment-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5997446255424056595</id><published>2009-10-28T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:21:36.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you keep carryin on the anger it will eat you up inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLgUuHl2xJo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLgUuHl2xJo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. these times are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined.&lt;br /&gt;And people filled with rage.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness, forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5997446255424056595?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5997446255424056595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-keep-carryin-on-anger-it-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5997446255424056595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5997446255424056595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-keep-carryin-on-anger-it-will.html' title='If you keep carryin on the anger it will eat you up inside'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4875278672831050623</id><published>2009-10-28T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:53:27.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't follow you into the dark</title><content type='html'>That stupid Jian is asleep infront of me. Stupid coughing sneezing ass. So much for doing work, but he sick la hor so poor thing, let him sleep. I'll just throw a paper ball at him later on to wake him up. Can just predict what he's gonna scold me for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One and a half week into school, and I'm already feeling stressed? Wth. Not used to it I think. Just looking at past students' works made me shrink in my chair, like wanna give up already. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to think of concepts, just can't seem to understand. That's damn sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby told me she stalled her car while having driving lessons 3 times consecutively at the same traffic junction.I told my mum, she LOL-ed. I know I know, karma. I'm gonna get mocked at when I start driving lesson ( If I ever get my butt down to doing it. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I'm not feeling so positive about everything right now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4875278672831050623?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4875278672831050623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-follow-you-into-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4875278672831050623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4875278672831050623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-follow-you-into-dark.html' title='I won&apos;t follow you into the dark'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-2674414387899920020</id><published>2009-10-27T06:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:04:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i want a hug ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-2674414387899920020?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2674414387899920020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-want-hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2674414387899920020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2674414387899920020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-want-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7396752652102221233</id><published>2009-10-27T05:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:47:41.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it that hard to?</title><content type='html'>Im wide awake at 5.45 in the morning, after waking up to check if I've received a reply, only to end up lying on my bed, and feeling like shit. Can just imagine me singing All Out Of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is over/underrated. I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;Good morning wuurld. Have a good Tuesday, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7396752652102221233?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7396752652102221233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-that-hard-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7396752652102221233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7396752652102221233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-that-hard-to.html' title='Is it that hard to?'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8428236500221089385</id><published>2009-10-25T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:38:34.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had a planner / notebook, these are the categories i would have in it :&lt;br /&gt;1. To-do list&lt;br /&gt;2. Calendar&lt;br /&gt;3. Expenditure tracking&lt;br /&gt;4. Interesting things I stumble upon&lt;br /&gt;5. Things I wanna download / google&lt;br /&gt;6. Address(es)&lt;br /&gt;7. Magazine / Newspaper clips pocket&lt;br /&gt;8. Doodle pages&lt;br /&gt;9. Project / work / school notes&lt;br /&gt;10. Wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had it now, under my section 5, I'd put these stuff down to research on :&lt;br /&gt;1. Dejavu ( coincidental or ? )&lt;br /&gt;2. Dreams ( don't you ever wonder whether we are subconscious or what they mean or whether you really are resting when you have them )&lt;br /&gt;3. Difference between men and women&lt;br /&gt;4. How to abstain from messing my room up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's weird how within these two days, two guy friends of mine have outrightly told me that all guys are perverts. And... durian and beer do not go well together. They just make you smell really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh have I mentioned, school has started for a week already and I screwed up my first assignment D: And the second one ( major one ) does not seem so friendly, and mind you, this is just ONE module. I can't seem to get my project mood back. Maybe next week when I do work with Jian, he'll scold me till I really do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys are terribly bored, go do the impossible quiz. Go and google it. Leonard mentioned it to me once, so Abby and I tried. And I hate how determined she was to finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8428236500221089385?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8428236500221089385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-had-planner-notebook-these-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8428236500221089385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8428236500221089385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-had-planner-notebook-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1378346704561091728</id><published>2009-10-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:12.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just something gloomy about Friday nights and The Fray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1378346704561091728?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1378346704561091728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-something-gloomy-about-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1378346704561091728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1378346704561091728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-something-gloomy-about-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-4142455517963774826</id><published>2009-10-22T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:53:33.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took back my 'Ding' today from the messed up box outside PatTan's office. It still smiles at me, so the sun still shines and the morning will still come, and work must still be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No motivation AT ALL you know, so terrible :( Submission is tomorrow. I have plenty o time now, but noooo, I'm procrastinating like crazy and feels like as if i'm on auto pilot and my brain can't seem to tell my fingers to co-operate. I love grocery shopping and feeling excited to bake brownies. The last time I did it, I ditched it halfway and left the remaining half of the job to my mum. Mumsie's the best. But she far far away now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY GRADUATION KOR. YOU ARE OFFICIALLY FREAKING SMART AND STILL AS FAR AWAY AS EVER COME BACK HERE FORGET ABOUT PHD K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-4142455517963774826?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4142455517963774826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/took-back-my-ding-today-from-messed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4142455517963774826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/4142455517963774826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/took-back-my-ding-today-from-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-3906084811305508445</id><published>2009-10-18T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:52:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get super annoyed by people setting off fireworks and whatnots, ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS AT NIGHT. Coming from someone who could set fireworks off anywhere anytime for the first 8 years of her life, it's quite terrible. Countless times I got woken ( understatement ) up in the middle of the night by the sound of my neighbours who think that setting off fireworks at 4a.m is perfectly dandy and appropriate and considerate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I hear some of the "tiuuuu-poom" sound around my area, I get really annoyed. Im more immune to all the construction banging sound than I am to this. But well, let em' have their deserved childhood :) ( but shuddup, anyway ha! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents are going off to London tomorrow for a week ( WITHOUT ME, OH THE HORRRRROR ). So sad, I've always wanted to go there. Then can travel to other places ma, like Scotland, or just off-London where Steph stays :( Its okay its okay. Can one can one. NEXT YEAR I WILL GO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW *inserts final fantasy victory theme song* And Im getting one of my favourite lecturer for my first module. Oh, this is going to be so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That its gonna make me piss in my pants tomorrow when I see her face again &gt;=0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shit. Oh shit. Where is my pencil case?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-3906084811305508445?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3906084811305508445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-get-super-annoyed-by-people-setting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3906084811305508445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3906084811305508445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-get-super-annoyed-by-people-setting.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-2540284100439805643</id><published>2009-10-14T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:26:07.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leonard so poor thing, trying to mug his ass off for his exams. Two and a half years of no exams for him and a massive IQ deterioration in the army has killed his studying skill. I can't say I fully understand how he feels like cos... the last exam / test I had was O lvl and didn't make it for any quizzes in the history of my Design school life. What if I head on to UNI and take modules like Stats,Market Research, yada yada. I think I am going to K.O. And this time round, I'll be the one telling him "No mood to study. Sian. Been sitting infront of the tv for 2 hours. Sian " Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you JC kids out there. You've come so far, DONT GIVE UP HOR. And Shearen, hopefully you enjoyed your birthday celebration. Sorry we couldn't do anything big for you or anything, but we would have loved to. Thank youfor the accomodation and for not giving up on organising it. Hopefully the water from your ear will disappear ( EEEEEE )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly free this last week before school starts cos I gave me schedule late to my supervisor so less work and more play for me ( i dont mind ah heeeee heeeeeeee ) ( But just in case my colleagues are reading ), I luuuv working there nevertheless ( No, really ! ) So, jam-packed my days with activities and with meet-ups while I can afford the time. L4D-ed a lot ( Yes Ann Nee, sadly, I have been infected ), ate a lot, slept a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met rachel for dinner ytd at ewf and abby joined us later ( SHE PASSED HER FTT ON THE FIRST TRY AND SHE FAIELD BTT 2 TIMES???! ) and spontaneously decided to L4D. Most noisy creatures in the whole shop, I swear. The only 3 female species inside, w'dya think? We so noob, only ONE managed to limp and hop in the helicopter in No mercy map. (normal mode T.T ) Then after that tak shiok enough, so go teo heng. Best way to end the night - kill your throat and have the time of your life singing ( and screaming )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I HATE ROBOTS &gt;=0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2ekPtClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wtOnMNVK7ZU/s1600-h/8316_304985395636_857660636_9220725_2382121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2ekPtClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wtOnMNVK7ZU/s400/8316_304985395636_857660636_9220725_2382121_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392276027599555154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2eHsGFBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/e9Kk18OqgQU/s1600-h/8316_304985380636_857660636_9220723_8261526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2eHsGFBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/e9Kk18OqgQU/s400/8316_304985380636_857660636_9220723_8261526_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392276019934008338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have that pervertic look har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2d-LbaNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VQK5mhI1bLE/s1600-h/8316_304985150636_857660636_9220695_3962243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2d-LbaNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VQK5mhI1bLE/s400/8316_304985150636_857660636_9220695_3962243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392276017381075154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2daGO_dI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6ctng36iDYM/s1600-h/8316_304985815636_857660636_9220777_4920635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2daGO_dI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6ctng36iDYM/s400/8316_304985815636_857660636_9220777_4920635_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392276007695613394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2c9LkeVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9jlKz6UnkUQ/s1600-h/8316_304985770636_857660636_9220770_882026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2c9LkeVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9jlKz6UnkUQ/s400/8316_304985770636_857660636_9220770_882026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275999933364562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-2540284100439805643?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2540284100439805643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/leonard-so-poor-thing-trying-to-mug-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2540284100439805643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2540284100439805643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/leonard-so-poor-thing-trying-to-mug-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StU2ekPtClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wtOnMNVK7ZU/s72-c/8316_304985395636_857660636_9220725_2382121_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8907992610478089364</id><published>2009-10-13T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:02:35.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLIDAY'S ENDING WAH SHIT. WAH SHIT WAH SHIT. WAH SHIT. WAH SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;That was like what, 6 weeks of no school no submission no cabbing to school cos i woke up late T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next sem is gonna be.. I dont know what to expect actually. New Major, New classmates, New expectations and hopefully , new GPA tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJL0-DzoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oAuAsfU9hmw/s1600-h/P1020693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJL0-DzoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oAuAsfU9hmw/s320/P1020693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391944752671477378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see you again Ni even it was just for 5 minutes!Can't wait to hang out with you again and paint nails or sing along to Aqua songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJLVDLSFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Uyp_4vvLCO4/s1600-h/P1010179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJLVDLSFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Uyp_4vvLCO4/s320/P1010179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391944744103004242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJK2ZNwsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OSU1ntlyEbc/s1600-h/P1000929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJK2ZNwsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OSU1ntlyEbc/s320/P1000929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391944735873942210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That irritating look of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJJEcWa1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/PRhPIp20MhI/s1600-h/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJJEcWa1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/PRhPIp20MhI/s320/P1030263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391944705285450578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make Leonard look like a boyfriend that abuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJIYmlM4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/D-OVt3IKVwM/s1600-h/P1030725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJIYmlM4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/D-OVt3IKVwM/s320/P1030725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391944693517202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ah, we've been friends for 9 years. Seriously, those days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8907992610478089364?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8907992610478089364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays-ending-wah-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8907992610478089364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8907992610478089364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays-ending-wah-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/StQJL0-DzoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oAuAsfU9hmw/s72-c/P1020693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8955019194075000337</id><published>2009-10-09T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:03:23.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am laggy.&lt;br /&gt;I AM ADDICTED TO L4D. Leonard, all your fault hahhahaa. He has been so patient teaching me how to play and getting countless friendly fire from me. I even killed Alex cos I accidentally left clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most awake when I'm playing LAN. Bad bad idea! &lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a play/monologue 'Defending the Caveman'. It's good! Kinda explains the difference between men and women. Could see some relation to real life examples and some scenarious are just so annoyingly true! Hahhahahha.. I think plays are more worth the money than clothes ( Ok la, sometimes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Saturday to come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8955019194075000337?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8955019194075000337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-laggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8955019194075000337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8955019194075000337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-laggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-667321787079476861</id><published>2009-10-06T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:36:52.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think chinese songs more meaningful and more feeeeeeeel-ing ar.&lt;br /&gt;Had a tiring but productive ( and healthy ) weekend and after being in sentosa for 3/4 of a day and singing my lungs out at teo heng, i am dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, have to wait for washing machine, cos have to wash my apron for work tomorrow grr.&lt;br /&gt;I think I suck quite bad. Half a pint of Erdinger last night, and I had a hangover?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-667321787079476861?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/667321787079476861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-chinese-songs-more-meaningful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/667321787079476861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/667321787079476861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-chinese-songs-more-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-9169859290324114270</id><published>2009-10-04T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:15:16.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memorable photobooth moments :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjJbBWULnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iHkaAM7AenQ/s1600-h/Photo+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjJbBWULnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iHkaAM7AenQ/s320/Photo+342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388778420204482162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjJa69XHcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oo9JoC5IV2I/s1600-h/Photo+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjJa69XHcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oo9JoC5IV2I/s320/Photo+272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388778418489204162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjIHlzNTRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RMlndJHBj-E/s1600-h/Photo+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjIHlzNTRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RMlndJHBj-E/s320/Photo+325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388776986880331026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjHqo_OP0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/T232MLbTmVU/s1600-h/Photo+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjHqo_OP0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/T232MLbTmVU/s320/Photo+170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388776489519824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjHqo_OP0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/T232MLbTmVU/s1600-h/Photo+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjHdl1-hHI/AAAAAAAAADw/UO1qkoeWYLY/s1600-h/Photo+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjHdl1-hHI/AAAAAAAAADw/UO1qkoeWYLY/s320/Photo+79.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388776265337439346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for christmas to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen, happy 19th! we're gonna have a blast next week, promise! It's been 8 years of being friends with you. Thank you for so many things, even those you are not aware of. You're an angel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : I'm sorry to hear about your loss but there's always a better place up there ya :)&lt;br /&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/4880827736827897352-9169859290324114270?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9169859290324114270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/memorable-photobooth-moments-b-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/9169859290324114270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/9169859290324114270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/memorable-photobooth-moments-b-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsjJbBWULnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iHkaAM7AenQ/s72-c/Photo+342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7873575133055773191</id><published>2009-10-01T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:57:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the visa card advert, the dude dancing in many different countries? Check out his website. www.wherethehellismatt.com. It's quite interesting. He gets paid to travel and dance in different countries.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out Salar De Uyuni, Bolovia. It's the world's largest salt flat ( ? ) and when it is filled with water, it acts as giant mirror, like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsQ1mKbsTgI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uk8rdACxMDM/s1600-h/Salar-de-Uyuni-is-it-real-5728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsQ1mKbsTgI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uk8rdACxMDM/s320/Salar-de-Uyuni-is-it-real-5728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387489983993761282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice hor.But Maldives' still top on my wannago list. Should make one soon tho it won't be achieved in the near future, but NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE K I WILL GO TRAVELLING SOMEDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents are going to London a few weeks from now. If I could skip one week's worth of class, I could have gone too, but not a very wise decision. New semester, new class, start of majoring subjects, how to skip :( I have no clue when my grades will be out. Nor my timetable, eeeeeek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is stuck in my head after I heard it playing in the kitchen at work ytd when I was taking out the plates. OH TODAY PAY DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kl70X6BAp_k&amp;amp;hl=en&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/Kl70X6BAp_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4880827736827897352-7873575133055773191?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7873575133055773191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-visa-card-advert-dude-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7873575133055773191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7873575133055773191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-visa-card-advert-dude-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SsQ1mKbsTgI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uk8rdACxMDM/s72-c/Salar-de-Uyuni-is-it-real-5728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5957112175233959593</id><published>2009-10-01T04:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:26:02.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; really enjoy spending time with you, even if we're just going to be sitting around and talking about nothing. There are a million things i love about you, like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me in the eye too. And i just get the greatest feelng when i make you laugh, i feel as if my company makes you happy, and that's what i wish for. For you to be happy. and when i see you laugh at my clumsy ways, it just makes me want to spend the rest of my time with you so i can see a smile on your face.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5957112175233959593?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5957112175233959593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-enjoy-spending-time-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5957112175233959593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5957112175233959593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-enjoy-spending-time-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8157758047953841081</id><published>2009-09-30T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:48:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost control of my temper today. I feel so angsty. I hope it doesn't stay.&lt;div&gt;I am not angsty. I have never been. This is a phase, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll meet nice customers tomorrow that will make my life all rainbow and full of peanut pancakes and lollipops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like sketching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8157758047953841081?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8157758047953841081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lost-control-of-my-temper-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8157758047953841081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8157758047953841081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lost-control-of-my-temper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1934667090967971406</id><published>2009-09-29T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:19:34.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil Beer is evil &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also evil because after you read that repetitively after a few sips of beer, the word 'evil' will start to look warped and funny. Like how my name looks more retarded than usual. Imee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee Imee. Y'know what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby, thanks for being such a sweetheart! Shearen, you still make me laugh all the time regardless of how nerdy you are ^^ Manny, thanks for taking care of me and giving me a deserved smack when I say stupid things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Erdinger. No I don't. He's my fling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1934667090967971406?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1934667090967971406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/beer-is-evil-beer-is-evil-beer-is-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1934667090967971406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1934667090967971406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/beer-is-evil-beer-is-evil-beer-is-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5606805297385446360</id><published>2009-09-27T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:09:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't be silly"</title><content type='html'>About 2 hours of shopping today, not productive at all man! First time stepping in town to do proper shopping since... the last time my mum was here, so sad. The last time was 6 a.m in the mrng, waiting desperately for the first 36. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no clue when my next sem timetable will be out? Or when to choose CDS modules? I am so clueless? Or when my grades will be out? Everything also..don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole, I miss you la how I wish you went to Poly instead then now you won't be so crazily mugging, so annoying! Finally can see the VJC mugger soon :-D Why was it so simple 2 years back? School, parkway, home. Cycle, but I liked it the way it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple and happpppppppy yee ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai Yuan, your words are blunt and direct but they are spot on. People are being so randomly spot on today. In a bad way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4880827736827897352-5606805297385446360?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5606805297385446360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-be-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5606805297385446360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5606805297385446360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-be-silly.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t be silly&quot;'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-2260137832889416762</id><published>2009-09-26T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:47:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She knows best. She can see me through and through, without me having to say anything at all, even with me trying to convince her otherwise. &lt;div&gt;Mum, you're right, and you're so spot on, it's scary. How did you know all these and got worried? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All she wants is for me to be in safe hands and to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping today hopefully! *squeals*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked 10 hours yesterday, slept for about 11 hours and felt REALLY good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish all my Saturdays can be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-2260137832889416762?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2260137832889416762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-knows-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2260137832889416762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/2260137832889416762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-knows-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6681973904499240390</id><published>2009-09-23T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:14:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro5o_HtMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i8dWgJ1Xh54/s1600-h/Damien+Correll%27s+illustration+portfolio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro5o_HtMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i8dWgJ1Xh54/s320/Damien+Correll%27s+illustration+portfolio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384679680776155506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Damien Correll's illustration portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro5e-sc-YI/AAAAAAAAADI/zpxEz2GidGE/s1600-h/By+Dolciodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro5e-sc-YI/AAAAAAAAADI/zpxEz2GidGE/s320/By+Dolciodile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384679508863154562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By Dolciodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro7D53jB8I/AAAAAAAAADg/HXluMJnG7BE/s1600-h/Derek+Lam,+Carlos+Miele+Rebecca+Taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro7D53jB8I/AAAAAAAAADg/HXluMJnG7BE/s320/Derek+Lam,+Carlos+Miele+Rebecca+Taylor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384681242734299074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Derek Lam, Carlos Miele, Rebecca Taylor Spring 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the dress in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro6ABtrHwI/AAAAAAAAADY/ELtBeOHYzuI/s1600-h/4705_100752868783_658588783_2635946_5348158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro6ABtrHwI/AAAAAAAAADY/ELtBeOHYzuI/s320/4705_100752868783_658588783_2635946_5348158_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384680076609265410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'd dream that my house miraculously turned out like the one in the picture. I'd love that dream. It's so pretty and so sweet, brings out the girlliness in everyone, even in me the half boy half girl ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6681973904499240390?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6681973904499240390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/damien-corrells-illustration-portfolio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6681973904499240390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6681973904499240390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/damien-corrells-illustration-portfolio.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sro5o_HtMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i8dWgJ1Xh54/s72-c/Damien+Correll%27s+illustration+portfolio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6173144223858448832</id><published>2009-09-21T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:14:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where trouble melts like lemon drops</title><content type='html'>Going to get some sleep tonight after a few consecutive nights of not enough sleep. It's my hols, man, I can do what I want. But work tomorrow :( Ok la, actually not so bad. Just.. nua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from YC retreat today, feeling refreshed, but still as confused as ever. The angel and devil on my shoulders are still at it. Watched Cars last night, and recalled how Nicole and I watched it in cinema because we were with her dad and he wanted to watch a NC-16 show and we couldn't get in. So we had no choice and we promised not to breathe a word about it. But after watching it again, I kinda got the hidden message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to be able to share your darkest moments out loud, to be able to trust that it is confidential and that we will be kept in people's prayers. Pair / group prayers always work best for me. Thank you Leonard for this weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week to come! Another good week to come? How I wish my hols will never end.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Rome so bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-6173144223858448832?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6173144223858448832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-trouble-melts-like-lemon-drops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6173144223858448832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6173144223858448832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-trouble-melts-like-lemon-drops.html' title='Where trouble melts like lemon drops'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7714892702470540333</id><published>2009-09-18T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:25:43.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDEEzS7OV2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDEEzS7OV2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;And when you left, you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would never, never forget &lt;br /&gt;These images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it that&lt;br /&gt;Easy to walk right in and out&lt;br /&gt;Of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7714892702470540333?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7714892702470540333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-fingertips-across-my-skin-palm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7714892702470540333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7714892702470540333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-fingertips-across-my-skin-palm.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7233223372295814756</id><published>2009-09-17T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:14:27.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You leave your traces everywhere and on everyone except me.</title><content type='html'>Oooooh work today.&lt;div&gt;Why am I letting myself feel this way? Why are you doing all that? Why are you so initiative the wrong way? Why are you so interested? Why do you give me second place? Why are they worth the effort and I'm not? Why do I not feel special? Why do you squeeze me dry? Why do you not compliment but crush me too? Why are you so insistent? Why am I still here? What am I waiting for? Why do I not care for what I feel instead? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fucken' idea, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma go bathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7233223372295814756?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7233223372295814756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-leave-your-traces-everywhere-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7233223372295814756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7233223372295814756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-leave-your-traces-everywhere-and-on.html' title='You leave your traces everywhere and on everyone except me.'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8491263524308088046</id><published>2009-09-15T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:07:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks, for making up my mind for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8491263524308088046?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8491263524308088046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-im-no-longer-here-cos-id-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8491263524308088046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8491263524308088046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-im-no-longer-here-cos-id-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-144097753020641506</id><published>2009-09-14T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:45:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was just having an online conversation with a friend, and we got to the topic of money. And it made me recall about the very topic that bothered me for quite a while and still sometimes do.&lt;div&gt;How did money come about? Why? I know about bartering and all, but... why did money have to surface and now be the controlling factor in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it used to be food, water, hugs, friendship, love.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"now it's just money"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst thing that can happen is to fight over money. Is to lose a friend over money, or to be angry over money. Tho it is so much easier said than done. Because it's become such a huge thing. And as I'm typing on my macbook, I have mixed feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only ah, the world can live on care and share. You don't have salt, I give you salt. But, people would take it for granted and take without giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it any better that money is killing many?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3Wa0gTYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/Wm_4gGkm97c/s1600-h/82550021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3Wa0gTYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/Wm_4gGkm97c/s320/82550021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381192886036685474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3XNTXY7vI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qx8GPti61q0/s1600-h/38080031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3XNTXY7vI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qx8GPti61q0/s320/38080031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381193753314258674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3XwBlmC7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/IonjqXR3qJo/s1600-h/92440018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3XwBlmC7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/IonjqXR3qJo/s320/92440018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381194349837421490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3YLgi9S0I/AAAAAAAAADA/7Njc-yJFagw/s1600-h/24340035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3YLgi9S0I/AAAAAAAAADA/7Njc-yJFagw/s320/24340035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381194822004329282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4880827736827897352-144097753020641506?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/144097753020641506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-just-having-online-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/144097753020641506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/144097753020641506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-just-having-online-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq3Wa0gTYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/Wm_4gGkm97c/s72-c/82550021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8108798459932868435</id><published>2009-09-14T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:11:54.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never ever seem to have enough cash to spare for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq01sz_p2GI/AAAAAAAAACg/4MjcePYcdWE/s1600-h/moleskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq01sz_p2GI/AAAAAAAAACg/4MjcePYcdWE/s320/moleskin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381016173765318754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moleskin notebooks are a necessity for designers. But expensive sia! But nice ah. Oh man, I need a planner. My life is jumbled upside down inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8108798459932868435?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8108798459932868435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-ever-seem-to-have-enough-cash-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8108798459932868435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8108798459932868435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-ever-seem-to-have-enough-cash-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/Sq01sz_p2GI/AAAAAAAAACg/4MjcePYcdWE/s72-c/moleskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-9011380144396857242</id><published>2009-09-14T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:17:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NOOO Tmr's a monday. I hate mondays! But it's ok, no work.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday full day. hopefully it wont be full house like the only day i was there. siao liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-9011380144396857242?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9011380144396857242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-nooo-tmrs-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/9011380144396857242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/9011380144396857242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-nooo-tmrs-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8240800790551941225</id><published>2009-09-11T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:25:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a fucking exhausting day of diner dash..&lt;div&gt;This happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday's gonna be a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8240800790551941225?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8240800790551941225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-fucking-exhausting-day-of-diner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8240800790551941225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8240800790551941225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-fucking-exhausting-day-of-diner.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7073426395808127075</id><published>2009-09-10T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:05:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I would have given up if I were you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels damn good to take a nap, wake up at 10.30pm, and being able to decide whether i should get up or go back to sleep wooooo hooooooooooo. Been out the whole of the past few days. I have songs stuck in my mind from Black eyed peas and Flo Rida, and have an uneven negligible tan, had chomp chomp and discovered that my friend can clear her bowels within 5 minutes and that her boyfriend can actually do it in 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tomorrrrrrrrow. Work starts :( Its good and bad at the same time. Eggcited, but there goes my holiday! It's okay, it's for a brighter future!!!!!!!!!! I've been taking money out of my piggy bank and got that stabbing sensation when I do so. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't managed to meet my bfffffffff ( hee heeheeee ) this hols tho. A levels ( or prelims, for that matter ) sucks ( everyone's soul out of their livessss ). Go, nicole. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;alright. GOOOOD NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880827736827897352-7073426395808127075?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7073426395808127075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-feels-damn-good-to-take-nap-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7073426395808127075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7073426395808127075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-feels-damn-good-to-take-nap-wake-up.html' title='&quot;I would have given up if I were you&quot;'/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-8443731726480330567</id><published>2009-09-07T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:01:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being so sickly. Monday's never a good day.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I managed to get a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-8443731726480330567?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8443731726480330567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-being-so-sickly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8443731726480330567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/8443731726480330567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-being-so-sickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1279178008643476825</id><published>2009-09-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:32:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"maybe we can catch up over dinner someday"&lt;br /&gt;"ehh how? you have the dvd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaahaaaaheeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1279178008643476825?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1279178008643476825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-we-can-catch-up-over-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1279178008643476825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1279178008643476825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-we-can-catch-up-over-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-3444677102135487024</id><published>2009-09-06T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:52:58.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fairytale dream last night, better type it out before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I lived in this apartment but in the middle of the apartment there's a hole kinda thing ( like bras basah complex or parkway parade ) where you can look down and there are escalators? Yeah. We wore ballroom gowns everywhere we go, and we were ang mohs. I was a blonde ( with straight hair ). And so my mum got curious about what happens at Level 8 because the lift can only go as high as level 7, and when we look up, we see chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she decided to explore. And so I tagged along. She walked into the lift and presed '7' while I was behind her. And then when the door was closing, there was a partition that acted as the lift door, so behind the partition was another compartment of the lift, and it was nicely furnished, mahogany and all, so I assumed that was the seeecreeet lift up to level 8, and so I asked my mum to quickly get out and to get in the other compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were in, I told my mum that a I saw a movie review that that floor is a scary one. And then she said, yeah exactly. ( ._. ) So we were fixing our hair and all, looking into the mirror and adjusting our dresses. All along we thought it was a ballroom and a high-class place, but the movie review kinda scared us, so we didn't know what to expect. And just when the lift is about to open... ( climax's coming up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE BLOOOODY RANG.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-3444677102135487024?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3444677102135487024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-fairytale-dream-last-night-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3444677102135487024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3444677102135487024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-fairytale-dream-last-night-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5522967574623529206</id><published>2009-09-05T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:03:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get some work done tonight. Need money, what to do. Oh I give up job hunting already. Got me so exhausted for two days. So I givvvv up. But I might have a chance. Chanced upon a person from my previous job all thanks to Gordon Woweeeee! Prolly give her a call tomorrow and go for an interview. *keeps finger crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not inspired!&lt;br /&gt;Had P&amp;amp;W Session today in church. I still feel super nervous being in front of so many (yellow) people, and hearing my voice amplified feels...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luvv blog surfing. And find interesting things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9ONL0F6I/AAAAAAAAACA/qBsCUUx-NtI/s1600-h/tumblr_koyb5ml5ZV1qzpgm7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9ONL0F6I/AAAAAAAAACA/qBsCUUx-NtI/s320/tumblr_koyb5ml5ZV1qzpgm7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377998588044646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9N_ss0EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eW5iUiy17Ck/s1600-h/tumblr_konf10PL1C1qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9N_ss0EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eW5iUiy17Ck/s320/tumblr_konf10PL1C1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377998584424484930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9vFDQ6aI/AAAAAAAAACI/5C8n3s4sKVs/s1600-h/c9wDpj47Rr1zu9faEGmZBU9Vo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9vFDQ6aI/AAAAAAAAACI/5C8n3s4sKVs/s320/c9wDpj47Rr1zu9faEGmZBU9Vo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377999152796985762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5522967574623529206?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5522967574623529206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-get-some-work-done-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5522967574623529206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5522967574623529206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-get-some-work-done-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SqJ9ONL0F6I/AAAAAAAAACA/qBsCUUx-NtI/s72-c/tumblr_koyb5ml5ZV1qzpgm7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-563602733682241050</id><published>2009-09-04T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:12:21.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Is this the Matrix, because I think you're the One." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&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/4880827736827897352-563602733682241050?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/563602733682241050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-matrix-because-i-think-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/563602733682241050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/563602733682241050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-matrix-because-i-think-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-5899465200703384893</id><published>2009-09-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:35:53.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Too many pigeons outside my window. I'm gonna die from the toxic fumes of their shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. I almost made Leonard wear a skirt, insisting that it was HIS shorts ( unintentionally )&lt;br /&gt;3. My london trip is definitely cancelled. Was so eggggcited! Never mind, save money, go Genting with the girls, go US next year and go Madrid in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;4.Groggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-5899465200703384893?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5899465200703384893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5899465200703384893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/5899465200703384893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-983965801356366696</id><published>2009-09-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:37:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abby pulled the blanket to herself. I no blanket.I cold. So I got up. :(&lt;br /&gt;Bad abby.&lt;br /&gt;She elbow me in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad abby.&lt;br /&gt;Rex is hiding underneath my chair now. He looks like a laaaamb.&lt;br /&gt;Bad abby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-983965801356366696?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/983965801356366696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/abby-pulled-blanket-to-herself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/983965801356366696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/983965801356366696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/abby-pulled-blanket-to-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-3983402014151359462</id><published>2009-08-31T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:18:28.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish this holiday would NEVERRRRRRRR end. I can wake up at 12, take a nap at 2-4 after my Hong Kong drama on channel 55, and mythbuster / some randow show on travel and living, and wake up again, go online, surf a lil bit, and go for dinner, and meeeet up with people, come back, watch some more tv, job hunt, talk cock, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I hear a terribly good harmonised song on youtube, I close the window. Got that goosebump feeling. I like :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those taking prelims ah, GOOD LUCK HOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to spice up my bedroom wall this holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-3983402014151359462?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3983402014151359462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-this-holiday-would-neverrrrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3983402014151359462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3983402014151359462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-this-holiday-would-neverrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1703001295641451643</id><published>2009-08-30T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:41:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I've done good work.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for a good sleep, to gear up&lt;br /&gt;for a good week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1703001295641451643?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1703001295641451643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-ive-done-good-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1703001295641451643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1703001295641451643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-ive-done-good-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-9018097080932072319</id><published>2009-08-28T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:11:00.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Packaging Designs. (www.thedieline.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like doing packaging design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP6QKuLdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0_e7GWP2zbU/s1600-h/6a00d8345250f069e20120a51e5215970b-550wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP6QKuLdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0_e7GWP2zbU/s320/6a00d8345250f069e20120a51e5215970b-550wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374922911225097682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP59_riHI/AAAAAAAAABI/66DteEWDPkY/s1600-h/rousse-rose_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP59_riHI/AAAAAAAAABI/66DteEWDPkY/s320/rousse-rose_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374922906346948722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP5YrVapI/AAAAAAAAABA/nwPnuDzgbJc/s1600-h/6a00d8345250f069e20115724897a4970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP5YrVapI/AAAAAAAAABA/nwPnuDzgbJc/s320/6a00d8345250f069e20115724897a4970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374922896329501330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Ding!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeQu3szFHI/AAAAAAAAABg/D1Re57kGeyA/s1600-h/6449_134577427528_704647528_2465619_6361263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeQu3szFHI/AAAAAAAAABg/D1Re57kGeyA/s320/6449_134577427528_704647528_2465619_6361263_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374923815190205554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeQuXPAOlI/AAAAAAAAABY/o1XbmmmEZ7w/s1600-h/6449_134577432528_704647528_2465620_1779860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeQuXPAOlI/AAAAAAAAABY/o1XbmmmEZ7w/s320/6449_134577432528_704647528_2465620_1779860_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374923806475303506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; My sweat and (not so much of ) blood. Thanks for all the feeeedback, especially nubcake jian and flabbygail and price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebrow is throbbing again. Sian lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-9018097080932072319?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9018097080932072319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/packaging-designs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/9018097080932072319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/9018097080932072319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/packaging-designs.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpeP6QKuLdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0_e7GWP2zbU/s72-c/6a00d8345250f069e20120a51e5215970b-550wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-7002072892467111323</id><published>2009-08-28T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:56:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quite like doing housework at 4am in the morning. I guess it's a productive 'alone' time. Especially when it rains and happy songs like 'Stoney' are playing on 90.5fm. &lt;br /&gt;I am tired from drama, from thinking too much and end up looking into the mirror and getting a shock from the red sore eyes staring back at me, looking like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 500 days of summer (movie title) to be out in the cinemas. Looks like a nice show. &lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to get over her, I wanna get her back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out this singer called Gabe Bondoc. Just listen to the song in my previous post. Can ignore the video. Quite distracting ah. It's a sweet song, the kind where a girl would wish the guy to surprise her with during a dinner date or something. You know what I mean, like those Korean shows, where the girl's looking out the balcony with the wind blowing her hair, and then she hears guitar being played from behind her, and she turns around and her silly-looking weird hair prince charming is singing to her. And camera can't stop rotating around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't like to watch this kinda happy ending shows because it makes me sad instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be treated rightfully as a girl :D Gottta luuuuuuvvv yourself. Tee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nicole, can't you just get over your prelims with so I can meet you? Would have been awesome if I had a chance to go Scotland with you this year. &lt;br /&gt;Parkway ain't that bad la hor :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another hour left for housework. Shit man, I'm surviving on half an hour of sleep 5 hours ago. I'm gonna be a zombie later. Confirm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING WORLD.HAPPY 28TH OF AUGUST. IT'S NICE TO KNOW YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-7002072892467111323?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7002072892467111323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-quite-like-doing-housework-at-4am-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7002072892467111323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/7002072892467111323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-quite-like-doing-housework-at-4am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-6675617419552081461</id><published>2009-08-28T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:34:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="105"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Euj-5-_2Qwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Euj-5-_2Qwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there is such thing as... Primary Cough Headache? Had a stinging pain at the corner of my eyebrow near to the nose bridge since afternoon accompanied by a headache till I ate panadol. Don't know if my cough caused it or wuttttt, but ok liao. So now I'm wide awake, and gonna do housework. Haha crazy right. Yeh, sudden crave for spring cleaning. ( Joke )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bus trips to the airport. For all the wrong/right reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpbJ_VBpJdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u6JXg3TXGHs/s1600-h/Changi+Boardwalk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpbJ_VBpJdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u6JXg3TXGHs/s320/Changi+Boardwalk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374705295126242770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4880827736827897352-6675617419552081461?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6675617419552081461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-is-gabe-bondoc-did-you-know-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6675617419552081461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/6675617419552081461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-is-gabe-bondoc-did-you-know-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RA0ipR17jWs/SpbJ_VBpJdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u6JXg3TXGHs/s72-c/Changi+Boardwalk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-1067374696691174746</id><published>2009-08-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:25:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my puberty just started ( at the age of 19 ) because pimples have invaded my face only from a few months ago. I was fine before that. Zzzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a BBQ-turned-house party cos the wind was too strong at the pit so we decided to adjourn. Now the revolting feeling in my tummy is well... revolting. But nevertheless, I still like BBQs, so unhealthy and friendly and oily.&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoy cleaning other people's houses, BUT NOT MINE. This is saddening. Gonna spend the whole of Thursday cleaning up the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here and Im pretty excited. Gonna spend time catching up with people whom I haven't seen in quite a while, gonna get Visa for UK trip, go for community service projects ( woo hoo hoo! ), gonna havoc a lil ( abby, i cant wait for your exams to be done ), sleepovers, and find a job hopefully! Need to fund myself for trips and DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyped with my brother yesterday and I realised how much I miss having the two of them here even tho we fight 3/4 of the time. Like how when my eldest bro wants to use my desktop and I insist on a 'No' even tho I'm using my laptop. What an ass right. I will be nicer to him from now on. But he's not here :(&lt;br /&gt;Kor Van, it must be hard for you to be there alone. Already im here, get to see mum once in a few months, and i feel sad about it already, i don't know how you do it over there, but I still want to further my studies in UK. &lt;br /&gt;Have always wanted to. Still want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-1067374696691174746?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1067374696691174746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-my-puberty-just-started-at-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1067374696691174746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/1067374696691174746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-my-puberty-just-started-at-age.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880827736827897352.post-3504019316862283471</id><published>2009-08-25T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:26:45.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. My neighbour vomits every night at approximately 12.20am&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stop accidentally walking past my potato chips on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;3. My shirts slap me all the time when I'm hanging them. &lt;br /&gt;4. I think mannequins come alive at night.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't want to sign up for FTT because I know I'll fail and fail and fail.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am on blogger because blogging on LJ makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;7. Note to self to cut nails before any game of frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;8. Need to raise money for a DSLR for London trip.&lt;br /&gt;9. My security guard is (damn) eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;10. Cockroaches should have been extinct long time ago. Persistent little... munchkins.&lt;br /&gt;11. My first ambition was to become a policewoman.&lt;br /&gt;12. My second ambition was to become a taxi driver. Now this is sad.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have sudden craving to cook for Nenard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880827736827897352-3504019316862283471?l=eyeofmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3504019316862283471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3504019316862283471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880827736827897352/posts/default/3504019316862283471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeofmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Imee Anra Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412119378026176204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
