<?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-9820693</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:24:51.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9820693.post-115451564971519008</id><published>2006-08-02T20:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:12:47.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>我们的故事</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;在你左右&lt;br /&gt;还有多久&lt;br /&gt;怎么样才能让时间倒流&lt;br /&gt;每一分每一秒都珍重&lt;br /&gt;握紧的手&lt;br /&gt;不愿放松&lt;br /&gt;十点半的飞机它在等候&lt;br /&gt;不要再让自己的眼泪流&lt;br /&gt;我必须要走&lt;br /&gt;要记得&lt;br /&gt;我们的故事真正难忘&lt;br /&gt;有太多的回忆和希望&lt;br /&gt;不管它有多疯狂&lt;br /&gt;我愿意一生收藏&lt;br /&gt;我们的故事不能忘&lt;br /&gt;有太多的情节要发展&lt;br /&gt;不要放弃&lt;br /&gt;因为有一天缘分会继续&lt;br /&gt;一定会继续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你左右&lt;br /&gt;还有多久&lt;br /&gt;怎么样才能让时间倒流&lt;br /&gt;每一分每一秒都珍重&lt;br /&gt;握紧的手&lt;br /&gt;不愿放松&lt;br /&gt;十点半的飞机它在等候&lt;br /&gt;不要再让自己的眼泪流&lt;br /&gt;我必须要走&lt;br /&gt;要记得&lt;br /&gt;我们的故事真正难忘&lt;br /&gt;有太多的回忆和希望&lt;br /&gt;不管它有多疯狂&lt;br /&gt;我愿意一生收藏&lt;br /&gt;我们的故事不能忘&lt;br /&gt;有太多的情节要发展&lt;br /&gt;不要放弃&lt;br /&gt;因为有一天缘分会继续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你寂寞&lt;br /&gt;一个人确实好难过&lt;br /&gt;思念是一种痛&lt;br /&gt;没有你叫我怎么活&lt;br /&gt;身边充满诱惑&lt;br /&gt;不坚定就容易犯错&lt;br /&gt;你是否能看见未来的收获&lt;br /&gt;你愿意在耐心等候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-115451564971519008?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115451564971519008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=115451564971519008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115451564971519008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115451564971519008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='我们的故事'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-115382395098981671</id><published>2006-07-25T20:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:39:11.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Know</title><content type='html'>When you know what has been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;When you know its not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you want to do or hear anymore. All you can do is live life to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-115382395098981671?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115382395098981671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=115382395098981671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115382395098981671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115382395098981671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-you-know.html' title='When You Know'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-115373871488654798</id><published>2006-07-24T20:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:58:34.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of my final semester</title><content type='html'>The first day of my final semester.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Has not gone well. As usual. Anything I do nowadays do not go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the whole world has given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With or without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-115373871488654798?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115373871488654798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=115373871488654798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115373871488654798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115373871488654798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/beginning-of-my-final-semester.html' title='The Beginning of my final semester'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-115327275221989645</id><published>2006-07-19T11:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:32:32.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning and the end all in one day</title><content type='html'>What is the end of a student's life? What is the beginning of a student's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just attended a graduation 2 days back (my first UQ one) with alot of our friends graduating this semester. Suddenly friends that we see normally all dressed up for the occasion, friends that are graduating dressed in formal wear, in their graduation gowns and mortar hats. Friends I didn't know were graduating were also seen that day. Seeing them on stage makes me think, is this an end to a student's studying life and marks the beginning of another kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who graduated said he often wondered what is the value of the piece of paper he's holding. He does not understand what the hoo-hah about that piece of paper (an expensive one I might add) till it was finally in his hands. I'm not sure still if he understands the big hoo hah about the piece of paper. I of course as an undergraduate do not understand the full meaning of that piece of paper since it has not been passed to my hands yet. But what I do understand is that the day you get this piece of paper is a day of joy, sadness and tears all in one. Its like a wedding, once in a lifetime. Well, maybe for some people, its more than once but everyone can only graduate as a bachelor graduate once, an honours graduate once, a master graduate once. Its a day where all previous grievances are put down and people shake hands with congrajulations in hand or hugs with love and joy. Its a day where suddenly a whole batch of people become a different set of people. They are graduates. But it was that day that made me finally want to become this way. To wear the same gown. Same mortar board. Hold the same scroll. Same feeling. Because when that day comes, I too will become a graduate and hopefully will be able to understand the meaning behind that expensive piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully its just one more semester to that. Because in the  middle of it all, the pain, the anger, the tears, the loss of hope will kick in. Just like every other semester. But just like what the graduates say, just hang in there and in no time, you'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never as easy as it sounds. But of course nothing's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's proud of the graduates. I hope that someday, people will be proud of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just 13 weeks more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Congrajulations to all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9820693-115327275221989645?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115327275221989645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=115327275221989645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115327275221989645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115327275221989645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/beginning-and-end-all-in-one-day.html' title='The beginning and the end all in one day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-115091908934865269</id><published>2006-06-22T05:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T05:44:49.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>Please end. Just end. Everything just end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to my limit. With one more exam to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please kill me and release my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I implore you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-115091908934865269?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115091908934865269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=115091908934865269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115091908934865269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115091908934865269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-115054607389307686</id><published>2006-06-17T22:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:07:53.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Exams are always jinxed. I can never study well for them because everything happens during exams. Oh well, 2 down, 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go through this period of time without any more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*you will never know how much it hurts me anymore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 seperate ways it is then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-115054607389307686?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115054607389307686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=115054607389307686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115054607389307686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/115054607389307686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114975226398994572</id><published>2006-06-08T17:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:37:44.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting</title><content type='html'>I will be shifting blogs. Not just yet. But soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114975226398994572?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114975226398994572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114975226398994572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114975226398994572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114975226398994572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/shifting.html' title='Shifting'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114951322246554209</id><published>2006-06-05T23:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:13:42.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling</title><content type='html'>What's this feeling inside of me? I cannot pin point it. I cannot cannot cannot cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go crazy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you love me like before? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114951322246554209?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114951322246554209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114951322246554209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114951322246554209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114951322246554209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-feeling.html' title='This feeling'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114914827005309624</id><published>2006-06-01T17:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:51:10.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The facts of Life</title><content type='html'>What are the facts of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have self-control is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;Decency is a mask.&lt;br /&gt;Deception becomes normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just who's the better liar. Who can absorb all these lies more. Who hides their facts better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the better sponge. To take in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a baby. Taking her first steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114914827005309624?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114914827005309624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114914827005309624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114914827005309624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114914827005309624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/facts-of-life.html' title='The facts of Life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114886356808274681</id><published>2006-05-29T10:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:46:08.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>and finally...</title><content type='html'>The last one is in. Oh well almost anyway. In about 4 hours time, my last assignment for the semester will be going down the chute. That chute being the assignment box in my psychology building. After one month of non stop slogging, week after week, day in day out, in uni. Today is the last day of that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither did the sense of accomplishment. This semester really made me feel the true meaning of the words - Hard work pays off. Or so I hope anyway. So far so far it is. It is paying off and if my grades carry on this way, I should be getting my honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I hope. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos, all these will not be possible without my darlings around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah darling housemates who are always with me, who make sure that I have transport home. Who sends supper to me as a surprise. Who gives all the encouragement to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/93/2683999/16509734646181l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/93/2683999/16509734646181l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/50/2370557/26943081056193l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/50/2370557/26943081056193l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/93/2683999/26980071314126l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/93/2683999/26980071314126l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you my darlings for all support and love. =D&lt;br /&gt;Love you both very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course I cannot forget my trackie babies who always delight me with our track blog. Though I don't have the time to blog in our common blog, its always such a joy to read entries about your outings. Its like my medicine where it cheers me up instantly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4313/2943/320/DSCN3307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4313/2943/320/DSCN3307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And according to my darlings, there's enough space to squeeze 2 of me in. I hope that when I come back, it will not be squeezing just one of me (my size might balloon you know?) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course people who have been seeing my msn nicks and asking after me. I'm learning to appreciate the little things in life. Especially conversations with people who I have not heard from in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Thanks Kian*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple days of relaxation and its back to swot vac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Study Study Study... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114886356808274681?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114886356808274681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114886356808274681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114886356808274681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114886356808274681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-finally.html' title='and finally...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114844250368377850</id><published>2006-05-24T13:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:48:23.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Endless workload. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Endless worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Endless pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When will this ever end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114844250368377850?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114844250368377850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114844250368377850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114844250368377850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114844250368377850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114763366795267675</id><published>2006-05-15T05:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:07:47.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying in Uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC00545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC00545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC00546.jpg"&gt;After &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC00546.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for studying in uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9820693-114763366795267675?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114763366795267675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114763366795267675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114763366795267675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114763366795267675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/studying-in-uni.html' title='Studying in Uni'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114741546980553773</id><published>2006-05-12T16:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:31:09.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl that I am</title><content type='html'>I am that girl who stands behind that self-defensive line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my safety zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a brand new day every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of carefreeness. Days that are burdeness. Days without questions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114741546980553773?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114741546980553773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114741546980553773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114741546980553773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114741546980553773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-girl-that-i-am.html' title='That Girl that I am'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114734654002470508</id><published>2006-05-11T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:22:20.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't love you no more (I'm sorry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;For all the years that I’ve known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure out the reason why lately&lt;br /&gt;you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)&lt;br /&gt;if there’s a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;so why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)&lt;br /&gt;okay I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)&lt;br /&gt;but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick and tired of this silly game&lt;br /&gt;don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but never thought things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;me at the door with you in a state&lt;br /&gt;giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;they turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;on that night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114734654002470508?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114734654002470508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114734654002470508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114734654002470508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114734654002470508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-love-you-no-more-im-sorry.html' title='Don&apos;t love you no more (I&apos;m sorry)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114716114436236513</id><published>2006-05-09T17:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:52:24.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>Somehow, just those days. I miss alot of things about them. Those very happy days of my first year in Australia. Alot of shit happened, but those were days that I truly enjoyed myself, with people I can trust, people who care, people who bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner with at a table of 8.&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the cinema as a house just to watch a show at night.&lt;br /&gt;Those Ipswich coke bottles.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking at that balcony.&lt;br /&gt;Shivering our ass off in our balcony with a row of 4 people eating instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Pissing our landlady off.&lt;br /&gt;Boys in the house standing up for us girls.&lt;br /&gt;Taking the last train to the city, watch a soccer match and took the first train home.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a room with my babe.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her from my balcony door and saying hello&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her with that green blanket of hers studying.&lt;br /&gt;Those days where I have to put buckets on my bed to collect rain water.&lt;br /&gt;Those days where I walk into uni and I know every other person there.&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk in that house.&lt;br /&gt;Being called smeagol.&lt;br /&gt;The whole smeagol and frodo fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;Going to church together and never waking up on time.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the boys play their lan games.&lt;br /&gt;Doing our facial masks together.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 7.30am just to reach GC at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;and many many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I miss. So much I wish is still happening. So much I wish it'll happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they only last in memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what we can only do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114716114436236513?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114716114436236513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114716114436236513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114716114436236513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114716114436236513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114655653375088807</id><published>2006-05-02T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:55:33.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When Twice Said</title><content type='html'>When someone calls you a bitch twice. What do you do? Especially when they are called by different people. Do you get angry at those people or do you reflect and sit back and think if what they are saying is true. I belong to the latter now. Yes at first I'll think I'm angry but then I sit back and reflect why do people call me such. I guess in some sense, actually in most sense they are right. When you make a mistake, people judge you for what you have done wrong. Never for what you have done right. Or the times I have done right before. It hurts to know that friends or so called friends have become like that. Especially if its friends that I have cried for. Friends that I actually treasured, turned their back against me when I make a mistake. Yes a mistake, my mistake. But yet, it warranted the bitch word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, that's what I am. Cos that's what people see me as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that you're trying to help as a friend. But I think there are so many others out there who are better and more deserving of your help. Someone better. Someone who deserves your love. Someone you can love. Someone who's not labelled as a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114655653375088807?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114655653375088807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114655653375088807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114655653375088807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114655653375088807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-twice-said.html' title='When Twice Said'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114602373620502174</id><published>2006-04-26T13:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:55:36.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>It really has been a long time. Ok I have no idea how long, but I just cannot be bothered to blog. The enthusiasm I have for blogging have long been be gone. Gone are the days where I put happy pictures of myself enjoying life, gone are the days that I put my thoughts and feelings into this blog. Why I wonder? I have no idea myself. Not that I'm not living a colourful life. I am. Too colourfull a life I feel. Too many problems. Somehow, its like my new room and I clash. Like it jinxes me. Or is it just my bad year once again? Every year, I say the same thing. Its never a good year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of all these, I have learnt. Letting go is the hardest thing to do. But if letting go makes my life easier and gets me outta this rut, maybe, then maybe I'll stop having such a shitty life. I wonder, I am supposedly having such a wonderful life. But yet I complain so much. I really need to stop and smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done. Especially if you find out that you're going to be taken for a ride. Payback time and all those crap. Playing with feelings. I once said that I became a softie after something drastic happened. Last night, my heart hardened again. It'll make me become the girl before, the one who does not care about anyone else except people who matter to me. Its back to that girl behind that self-defensive line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God, please let me stay that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114602373620502174?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114602373620502174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114602373620502174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114602373620502174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114602373620502174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114473830117525491</id><published>2006-04-11T16:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:51:41.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I already don't know what to write anymore. Some one I love wants me to fall. And so I'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114473830117525491?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114473830117525491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114473830117525491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114473830117525491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114473830117525491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-already-dont-know-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114462873878495039</id><published>2006-04-10T10:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:25:38.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No one understands</title><content type='html'>This time, I'm really alone. No one understands. Or rather no one takes it seriously. Everyone takes it lightly by saying AGAIN? So when is it going to end? They don't listen to what I say and just think that you know what, its just normal. When this ends, just let us know. Everyone. Even the ones closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you'll think I like this feeling? That I thoroughly enjoy it? That I like this feeling of 'normality'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they understand the finality of it. The pain of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they don't. They never will. Because they think I'm just going on about it again. Move on. Grow up. I'm not allowed to even wallow in self-pity. I'm just expected to pick myself up and move on. Like come on, it has happened so many times, surely you're numb to it by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people understand that it hurts still. Maybe like a certain someone said, I'm a FB who does not deserve any friendship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love. No care. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114462873878495039?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114462873878495039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114462873878495039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114462873878495039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114462873878495039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-one-understands.html' title='No one understands'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114451077652506843</id><published>2006-04-09T01:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:39:36.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are Like</title><content type='html'>1. Men are like . .Laxatives ...They irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like Bananas ...The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like . Weather... Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like . Blenders ... You need one, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like . Chocolate Bars .. Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like Commercials... You can't believe all they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like .. Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like . Government Bonds .. They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like . Mascara ... They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like Popcorn ... They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like . Snowstorms ... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like Lava Lamps... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like . Parking Spots ... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like that. But women still love them. Unfortunately mine doesnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114451077652506843?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114451077652506843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114451077652506843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114451077652506843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114451077652506843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/men-are-like.html' title='Men are Like'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114450018920011875</id><published>2006-04-08T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:43:09.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>爱与诚</title><content type='html'>其实自己一个更开心只等你讲&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实大家早已嫌大家却扮忙&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨有多一点碰撞仍然无聊事干不敢打搅对方&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要是你愿意诚实讲一趟&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彼此都起码觉得释放&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要哭我也忍得了这些年来的委曲&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没法真心爱下去只好真心真意的结束&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别再做情人做只猫做只狗不做情人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做只宠物至少可爱迷人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和你不瞅不睬最终只会成为敌人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沦为旧朋友是否又称心&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有心只像闲人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若有空难道有空可接吻&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;注定似过路人陌生你怎么手震&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这预告发自虔诚内心&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长期被迫恋爱也真比失恋更惨&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长期扮演若无其事般更困难&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我专登反应慢明明为时甚晚牌一早该要摊&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再像我伴侣仍望多一眼一生都将会记得今晚&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起自动分手错愕的你怕会伤感&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;盲目的我现在也可转台来贺你新生&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别再做情人做只猫做只狗不做情人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做只宠物至少可爱迷人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和你相交不浅无谓明日会被你憎&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沦为旧朋友是否又称心&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有心只像闲人&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若有空难道有空可接吻&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;注定似过路人陌生你怎么手震&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114450018920011875?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114450018920011875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114450018920011875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114450018920011875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114450018920011875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='爱与诚'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114277961021911732</id><published>2006-03-20T00:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:46:53.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed</title><content type='html'>I feel so tired. So jinxed. When will my bad luck ever end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114277961021911732?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114277961021911732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114277961021911732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114277961021911732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114277961021911732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/jinxed.html' title='Jinxed'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114232190840874827</id><published>2006-03-14T17:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:38:28.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm in shock</title><content type='html'>I guess the word to say is I'm in shock. Reading some of my cousin's blogs. I realised how much I do not know about them. Really absolutely nothing at all. Is it because of the huge age gap that we have? That I cannot understand them? Or is it I never bothered. Truth is, I never bothered. Mistake I say. Mistake. Perhaps as what Josh and I discussed last night. Smoking is an act we do ourselves, but smoking is something we cannot condone of people we love. Not even 18 yet, my cousin who just went over to perth this year started smoking. Not even 5 months and she start. Like yeah right, who is this big cousin to say her younger cousin when she's no different. I guess it just pulls some strings in my heart, to reach out. But yet I know she won't listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114232190840874827?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114232190840874827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114232190840874827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114232190840874827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114232190840874827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-im-in-shock.html' title='I guess I&apos;m in shock'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114177416800404914</id><published>2006-03-08T09:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:29:28.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BrissyLand</title><content type='html'>Havent been able to update since I came back to Brissy Land 2 weeks ago. Not much to update except have been going out and out and out since uni week stopped last Tuesday. But this week is hell. 10 hr days and 8am classes. Sigh, where is the time for sleep? I'm just stressed out from being 3rd year. &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/9820693-114177416800404914?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114177416800404914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114177416800404914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114177416800404914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114177416800404914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/brissyland.html' title='BrissyLand'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114069123336110616</id><published>2006-02-23T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:43:50.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Major</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Psychology major!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Anthropology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Psychology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Engineering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Journalism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Linguistics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Theater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mathematics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chemistry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114069123336110616?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114069123336110616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114069123336110616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114069123336110616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114069123336110616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/perfect-major.html' title='Perfect Major'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-114005968255304605</id><published>2006-02-16T13:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:14:42.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm leaving. Next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Postcard_from_Heaven_by_Svirlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Postcard_from_Heaven_by_Svirlo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To here (I wish...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Down Under of course together with my frenzily packed bags, and packing all friends in one week.&lt;br /&gt;And still working for Sony *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Wonder Woman *ta-da* See my buldging muscles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/aeroplane_window_by_Zenxiora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/aeroplane_window_by_Zenxiora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon Soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-114005968255304605?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114005968255304605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=114005968255304605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114005968255304605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/114005968255304605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113990096343707981</id><published>2006-02-14T17:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:14:04.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/heart.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/heart.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/heart.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/heart.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/heart.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/heart.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/heart.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/heart.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/heart.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/heart.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/heart.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/heart.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113990096343707981?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113990096343707981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113990096343707981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113990096343707981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113990096343707981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113963287560034083</id><published>2006-02-11T13:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:41:15.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure not many people know what bridge this is. When I see this bridge, I myself cannot recognise this bridge even though I have crossed this bridge probably hundreds of times when I was younger. This is the bridge of 'love as quoted from the ex PM Goh of Nanyang Girls and Chinese High.&lt;br /&gt;A group of 'kind hearted' souls made a cartoon strip about love by the bridge. Must admit its pretty funny and sometimes if its true cos I guess it has never happened to me. Grinz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1a-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1a-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1b-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1b-E.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1c-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1c-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1d-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1d-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1e-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1e-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1f-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1f-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1g-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1g-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1h-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1h-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1i-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1i-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/despo1j-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/despo1j-C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is a typical love story on the bridge. Which is true only to a certain extent I guess. The website that had this made alot more cartoons of other schools like AC, MGS, SCGS. I guess the only thing is to read it with an open mind and have a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the website: &lt;a href="http://studentssketchpad.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Students' Sketchpad&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113963287560034083?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113963287560034083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113963287560034083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113963287560034083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113963287560034083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/infamous-bridge.html' title='The Infamous Bridge'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113953702503408068</id><published>2006-02-10T11:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:03:45.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2/8 Campus Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2/8 campus street has hired a gardener! (Hopefully a hunky one) but I was told by April unless I consider an old man with a beard and hobbling along hunky then our gardener is hunky. What can I say? Obviously, Jeff would have to remain the hunky one in the house. Right girls? Anyway I was sent photos of my current residence in Australia all together with over grown weeds and all. Blardy agent is picking on us cos we gave him trouble. Like honestly, how does he expect us to tend to our lovely garden when we're NOT IN THE COUNTRY? Seriously, the way people think sometimes. So here's a peek into our 'lovely' garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2006-02-08%20005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2006-02-08%20005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2006-02-08%20004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2006-02-08%20004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2006-02-08%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2006-02-08%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2006-02-08%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2006-02-08%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2006-02-08%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2006-02-08%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hunky gardener, do your job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;agents. bah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113953702503408068?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113953702503408068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113953702503408068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113953702503408068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113953702503408068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/28-campus-street.html' title='2/8 Campus Street'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113937768825050358</id><published>2006-02-08T14:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:56:21.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Concord College VS UQ Ipswich VS JCs in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/sport4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I attended a seminar with my brother at Goodwood Park Hotel on Concord College. Not sure if many people heard of this college, I for one certainly have not heard of it until last night. But apparantly it is quite a prestigious college in the UK for students who want to take their A levels or O levels to carry on to study in Prestigious Universities in UK. It's quite interesting really except that the way they marketed their college was that they completely just dissed the A level system in Singapore which of course being an A level student, I felt strongly about. But on the other hand, I thought I studied in the most ulu place that could ever exist, I was wrong. This Concord College is located in &lt;em&gt;Shrewsbury&lt;/em&gt; ( say whaaa?) in the UK, which is well a countryside in goodness knows where, 1 hr drive from Birmingham and a 2 hr drive from London. Well which is equivalent to you know, Ipswich which is nearly 1 hr drive from Brisbane and 2 hr drive from Gold Coast. But suddenly, after that talk, I found out that Ipswich was not all that ulu after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the campus of Concord College (which I must admit is beautiful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/introduction1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/introduction1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/introduction2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/introduction2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/introduction3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/introduction3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/collegeobjectives1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/collegeobjectives1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks like a rich man's house right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/location2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/location2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And by the way this is the show that the campus is in the middle of no where. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their facilities around campus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/accommodation5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/accommodation5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/modernfacilities3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/modernfacilities3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/modernfacilities4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/modernfacilities4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/relaxation4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/relaxation4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm their discotechque (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/sport1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/sport1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/sport2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/sport2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/sport4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/sport4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sports Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/snuffles123/map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A map to show where Concord College is located. Far Far Far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But anyways, it is I must admit it's a beautiful place with a really condusive environment as it only has a small cohort of 340 out of which 120 students who take their A levels, 20 of them made it to medical school. Which is about 1/6th of the cohort which is quite an impressive statistic I must say. But I just didn't like the way they put the JC system in Singapore down. Even though yes its probably more stressful in Singapore but it does not mean that students in Singapore do not do well to enter universities in the UK. Because different countries have their different ways of handling things, and probably it is felt that this system is good for Singaporeans? Many would beg to differ but sometimes I guess reality is like that. You live with whatever you have. Not everyone has the opportunity to study overseas at such a young age because of the exhorbitant fees for international students. So what then happens to people who cannot afford it? Yes students make it Oxford and Cambridge, UOL, London School of Economics, etc but not everyone in Singapore can afford an education like that. What then happens? Do we just say, you know what too bad, because you don't have the money to have that sort of education. It does not mean that people who do not have the education of top universities, they are in any way not as good as those who have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But of course, I'll be labelled as a jealous Singaporean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess all I wanted to say was, be happy with what is provided for you and don't complain. If you're able to get an overseas education, good on ya. If not, a local university education is equally as good because its the student that make their grades, not their schools that make their grades. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my old campus in Ipswich, admist all those trees. But really definately more populated and less ulu than Shrewsbury. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="249" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/snuffles123/tour1.gif" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A note: this is purely based on my personal views even though I am educated overseas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay Happy!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113937768825050358?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113937768825050358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113937768825050358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113937768825050358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113937768825050358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/concord-college-vs-uq-ipswich-vs-jcs.html' title='Concord College VS UQ Ipswich VS JCs in Singapore'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113930293856379099</id><published>2006-02-07T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:02:18.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps I should Let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps its my turn to say I should let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113930293856379099?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113930293856379099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113930293856379099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113930293856379099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113930293856379099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/perhaps-i-should-let-go.html' title='Perhaps I should Let go'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113928785582761690</id><published>2006-02-07T14:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:51:36.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored @ Work Once More</title><content type='html'>Bored at work once more. Think I have not been bored of work in a while. Notice the lack of updates since the 1st of Feb. Work has surprisingly been busy the past week, screaming and running up and down. Heaps and heaps of calling to do, to chase people for RSVP lists. For most who don't know, my company organised 4 luncheons for their major clients starting from today till friday. The amount of work involved just to pull it off is tremendous. Not just on me but on my bosses who of cos in turn all presurise me. But oh well, I think its all good or so I say. As of yesterday, I think I scolded more &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; words than I have had in my entire stay in Cisco. But of cos, when deadlines are met, people like me gets let off and now I'm back to slacking in the office. Well, till my bosses come back from the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better enjoy my slacking abit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a dinner last saturday in Toa Payoh in the Chinese Association Clan. First-timers to this event, we did not know what food was served but CNY well being CNY usually is served with the normal 7 course dinner. But hmm, when my mum mentioned the &lt;em&gt;disturbing&lt;/em&gt; amounts of monks around, we were starting to suspect that it was vegetarian. Not that there is anything wrong with vegetarian food, its just not filling enough. And not surprisingly, we were right. Well, it was alright just the amount was not enough to make us full and the dishes took a long time to be served. But meantime, throughout the entire course meal, there was performances by urm &lt;em&gt;aunties and uncles&lt;/em&gt; who actually bought tickets to this event under the persuasion of their Karaoke Teacher! In exchange for them buying the tickets, some of them get to perform. Now, normally shouldnt it be: in exchange for your performance, we give you free tickets? But anyway it all for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I was wondering throughout the performances. Looking at the ages these performers were in, they are mostly people who have already retired or somewhere near there. Is there really nothing to do in their older age that people go for dancing classes and karaoke classes. Makes me wonder would I be like this next time when I'm at that age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, work ends next week. &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt;! And its time to start packing my millions and millions of stuff back to Brissy Land. Finally the mood for going back comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/snuffles123/winter_light_by_foureyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Embarking on this road when opportunities lie ahead of me once more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its 10 mins to lunch! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grinz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113928785582761690?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113928785582761690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113928785582761690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113928785582761690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113928785582761690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-bored-work-once-more_07.html' title='I&apos;m Bored @ Work Once More'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113880192534187207</id><published>2006-02-01T22:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:15:48.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog!</title><content type='html'>Cny this year was an interesting affair as for the first time (as least for as long as I can remember), we ate out on the eve and the 2nd day of New Year. I bum around on the 1st day by the way. But I realise its not easy eating out as well cos it just seem that waitresses there cannot wait for you to just leave! As in, they serve and clear so fast that meal was kinda stressful after a while. But anyway, CNY a joyous affair.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Youngest brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger brother. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad got crazy eating the suckling pig's ear.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant when we actually had a breather waiting for the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to a longer break than expected and thus photo taking was in order.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/94072430_71041ebab4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/94072430_71041ebab4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/94072431_7baf978535.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/94072431_7baf978535.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins.&lt;br /&gt;And that's my CNY. Boring but at least it was a break with mahjong with the older generation. ;)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my babe just before CNY eve. My babe being my darling who came all the way from HK visiting! There were slight misunderstandings but darling I'm so glad that we're alright now. Brought my babe to Clark Quay where we were spoilt for choices for food and in the end we settled for Thai food. Service was great there and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed myself that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course us being us, we over ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentil Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saffron Rice - till now I still don't know what saffron really is. Or the spelling even right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter Nann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb Chops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the night, we have like half of dinner left on the table. Ooops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/P1000332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/P1000332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/P1000331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/P1000331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Wonderful Night Babe. Hope you have had one too.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting to blog about my trackie babies outing but there has been always a problem with uploading photos. Today I feel inspired to photo-blog. Havent done that in a while now but looking at many photo blog entries by other people, inspiration came to photo blog! Hopefully it works this time. That day was present giving day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0030.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0030.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was Meiyi's present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0031.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0031.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummaging through her pressie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0033.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0033.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finding out it is.. Well its for us girls to know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was my turn! I got a pretty pretty white bag from them. Its liks m absolute favourite bag right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0039.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0039.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0035.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0035.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Simin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0034.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0034.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeongshi. Meiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0038.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0038.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magical four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113880192534187207?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113880192534187207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113880192534187207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113880192534187207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113880192534187207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/02/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113867944905969045</id><published>2006-01-31T13:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:50:49.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year. Hmm what is the meaning of it? To some its just a holiday, to some its just red packet collection, to some its a festive occassion which brings a family together. Sometimes I feel envious when people tell me they are so tired from visiting, like stop complaining? Cos you don't know how lucky you're to be able to see the rest of your extended family at least once a year. There are people, like me, who don't get a chance to. Every year its a small family affair. Not that I'm complaining, its just I miss those days of going back to Ipoh, meeting up with relatives on my dad's side. The extravagant affair of have a huge dinner and being seperated by tables, one for adults and one for kids. At least during those times that I remember is when I'm still a child. Now we would all be adults. It has been a long time I guess. Not only that, the after dinner sitting around, children running outside to play with fire crackers, running away when the p0lice comes. Its such fun to be part of a big family. I am part of a big family, but that big family is in parts right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling rivalry is deadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113867944905969045?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113867944905969045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113867944905969045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113867944905969045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113867944905969045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113826542160518455</id><published>2006-01-26T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:50:21.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a lone girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admist frantic typing, voices shouting over each other, shifting of the papers, there sits a lone girl in white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A girl who sits at her desk quietly with a lone tear down her cheek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A wrenched heart and a tear stained face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A lone girl sits quietly in her office. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overwhelmed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With sadness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113826542160518455?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113826542160518455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113826542160518455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113826542160518455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113826542160518455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/lone-girl.html' title='a lone girl'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113825252904636713</id><published>2006-01-26T15:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:15:29.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113825252904636713?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113825252904636713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113825252904636713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113825252904636713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113825252904636713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel.html' title='I Feel...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113808644072074045</id><published>2006-01-24T16:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:07:20.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with someone who hates me</title><content type='html'>How do you live with someone who hates you? Who does not understand that everything lies on top of you. Expectations, frustrations, stress, hate all comes onto me. Things at home are always tense, always all the nagging. All because of me. Me me and me. My education to be exact. I blame myself constantly for putting my family in this plight. My brothers without a doubt blame me constantly for the plight that my family is in. They get the nagging, and the scolding but they don't understand that I get it worse. Because I don't get the support from people that are supposed to be my closest. Instead, I get blamed constantly. When I come back, I spend my own money. The money that I earn from work. When I go out, its using my money. I don't use my parents money anymore. I already try but yet. I still live with someone who hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exerpts from his blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired.i dunno what to feel.everytime i go home, i feel so sian.i dont wanna do work.my parents always lament short of money.my sis acts like shes some big deal.my brother is screwed up.money's not increasing at exponential rate(if only)i can't afford to go do ex stuff like buy a new instrument.my father still clips my wings.i stay in school till bout 7 then go home.ok i had np trainings on those days!but its rally sian la.my sis don't realise the reality and still keeps going out like nobody's business.not to mention spending money.i'm pissed and fed up of the same talk from my dad and nagging from my mum.my ears ring and i dunno how long i gonna take it before i juz leave the house and change my name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno what to feel man.i am pretty stable.just that i've had it with these $$ problems and people who don't care a shite about it and still keep going out.and when i ask her to get her friend donate to my 120 cause.the guy attitude me and i tell em go and die.and its not face to face.its just overheard on phone.stupid bastard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt realise he got me into trouble for nothing.He doesnt even treat me like a sister anymore. Why should I even want this little brother of mine. He never thinks he's in the wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113808644072074045?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113808644072074045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113808644072074045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113808644072074045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113808644072074045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/living-with-someone-who-hates-me.html' title='Living with someone who hates me'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113772240173745919</id><published>2006-01-20T11:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:00:01.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>4D &amp; ToTo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2006%20Lucky%204D%20&amp;%20Toto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2006%20Lucky%204D%20%26%20Toto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best people. If anyone hit the jackpot with these numbers. Remember me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113772240173745919?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113772240173745919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113772240173745919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113772240173745919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113772240173745919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/4d-toto.html' title='4D &amp; ToTo'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113765367264693373</id><published>2006-01-19T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:54:32.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Bingo Days. Its always so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113765367264693373?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113765367264693373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113765367264693373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113765367264693373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113765367264693373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/bingo-days.html' title='Bingo Days'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113763623264211343</id><published>2006-01-19T11:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:16:08.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Weddings</title><content type='html'>I made up my mind to only blog about happy things. Even if I'm down, I'll not let it out here. I want people to read my blog and be happy and not be depressed about me. So yes, today I shall start blogging happy things. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain's this cool? The weddings of today... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00060.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00075.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00075.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00078.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00078.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00087.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00084.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/ATT00090.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/ATT00090.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113763623264211343?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113763623264211343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113763623264211343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113763623264211343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113763623264211343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/modern-weddings.html' title='Modern Weddings'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113750299905563865</id><published>2006-01-17T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:03:19.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Power Boss lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I saw the other side of my boss. I mean everyone has to sides, the side you show to people and the side that you don't often show. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal opinion: I feel that usually higher management have to show a certain amount good tempermental skils, especially in front of surbodinates. Because as the higher management, it is you who is supposed to set an example to the surbodinates and is actually a reflection on the department.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So anyway, today an alarm system was installed at my office. I mean yeah ok, normal, installing the alarm system, considering that I work in Cisco. Alarm being alarm will have cables and naturally cables will have covers right? I mean, its common sense. But my boss was out for a meeting when the guys came to do it, so they just did their job and then my boss sent an sms to our colleague to tell the guys to do not have cable covers. But by then, the entire job was almost done. Everything was drilled and then my boss slammed her way in. Sheesh, that look on her face, I sure hope that she'll never because of me give that look. But anyway, she came into the office and started screaming at the work guys how ugly it was and how the colour of the sable covers did not match the wall colour. Sheesh, she was there ranting and ranting and going on about how ugly it is. And best, she made those guys take out everything, pull the cables out and made sure the cables were to be installed hidden. Also, they were to cover the drill holes with the same coat of paint colour of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the ranting, it was done.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh and that's my boss.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113750299905563865?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113750299905563865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113750299905563865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113750299905563865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113750299905563865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-power-boss-lah.html' title='My Power Boss lah'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113739468435066470</id><published>2006-01-16T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:58:04.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In Her Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/desktop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/desktop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one show I missed in Australia. This is one show I hope I'll not miss in Singapore. Cos it just came out in Singapore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can resist Cameron Diaz? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113739468435066470?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113739468435066470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113739468435066470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113739468435066470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113739468435066470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-her-shoes.html' title='In Her Shoes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113712263071070793</id><published>2006-01-13T13:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:40:57.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Pagaent 2006 - Glass Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/final6_clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its 11am and I'm already starting to blog. Yup, today really other than packing 7 goodie bags, there really isnt much to do. In fact nothing at all. So here I am again, blogging at 11am. I already can forsee another entry later in the afternoon. But nontheless, since I'm bored speechless with my boss at a meeting, which means I got nothing to do. Hmm, contemplating going downstairs to help Ape. Heh, she'll kill me if she sees this. Oops, sorry babe, you know I love you right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on to happier things. The NTU Pagaent 2006 - Glass Slippers held yesterday at the NTU Auditorium. I was late to arrive there to start with, due to work committments up to 6pm. The pagaent was supposed to start at 7pm. However, when I got there, there was still a long queue outside the auditorium. But ok, at least it was great to see some old friends. Kianli, Yihui, Daphne, Soon Kwan, Kim Pern.. I seldom see them around and it was great seeing them once again, especially my girls. =D So seated at 745pm, half the auditorium was still not filled. Waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Unfortunately this event organised by NTU do not seem to adhere to wedding dinner rules that events must start on time. Note the word this event, I have not attended enough events at NTU to know if all their events are like that. But anyway, finally at 830pm, the 2 hosts came out of which one I cannot even be bothered to talk about cos her english was just atrocious. And my main aim there was to see my darling girl. She was great, her poise, walk, dance. Everything about her was beautiful that night! Though I left early, my heart was still wondering how she would fare. And.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/final6_clip_image002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st Runner Up and Miss Stylish - Mikeller Ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so so proud of her. More pics another time about her. Oh and another thing to bitch about. Qantas has f*cking cheap tickets! &lt;a href="http://www.qantas.com.au/regions/dyn/sg/globaldeals/SIN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;http://www.qantas.com.au/regions/dyn/sg/globaldeals/SIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its only $498 return to travel to Brisbane, excluding taxes. But that's f*cking cheap! Cos I pay $820 for an SIA ticket. But then again, think about the hassle I went through before in Brisbane International Airport. Nah.. No more Qantas for me.. And its &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45 mins to lunch time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113712263071070793?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113712263071070793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113712263071070793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113712263071070793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113712263071070793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/ntu-pagaent-2006-glass-slippers.html' title='NTU Pagaent 2006 - Glass Slippers'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9820693.post-113705740845486849</id><published>2006-01-12T19:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:18:18.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored @ Work. Help!</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored at work I'm actually blogging. Its not that my job is not fun. I must admit this is one of the most versatile jobs I've ever worked in. But assignments finished and its back to facing the computer and acting busy once more. BORING!!! But this job is interesting. My main job is to source for companies that will do like printing, event location, restaurant booking for CISCO. Oh yup, did I mention that I was working in CISCO? According to Wilson, he said its a high time that CISCO start hiring hot security chicks. I'm flattered I must admit. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, job aside. Tonight, tonight my darling Mimi is taking part in the NTU pageant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my babe. &lt;a href="http://su.ntu.edu.sg/up2006/final7.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://su.ntu.edu.sg/up2006/final7.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And honestly I think that she's the best of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 mins to the end of work! Woot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113705740845486849?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113705740845486849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113705740845486849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113705740845486849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113705740845486849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-bored-work-help.html' title='I&apos;m Bored @ Work. Help!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113687256947380227</id><published>2006-01-10T15:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:56:09.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas (Oops backdated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Wilson"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Wilson%27s%20birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Christmas%20Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Christmas%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Christmas%20Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Christmas%20Eve.jpg" 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/9820693-113687256947380227?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113687256947380227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113687256947380227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113687256947380227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113687256947380227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-oops-backdated.html' title='Christmas (Oops backdated)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113664140214519378</id><published>2006-01-07T23:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:43:22.163+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fufilling Life</title><content type='html'>Blog surfing today made me realised that my life is not very fufilled. Well, I go out, spend time with friends and stuff but my life just seem to be lacking something. I have friends who involve themselves in acting/drama, travelling, learning new things. Such a colourful life in Singapore. I always thought that you can never have such colourful life in Singapore and that you have to be overseas to experience a new life. Today, unfortunately only today, I realise a colourful life is painted by oneself, regardless of country or place. 21 years of age I am now, almost everything I do is always half half. Piano was not completed, japanese was given up after half a year, everything is done halfway. Somehow it seems boring. I had a normal secondary school life, a normal college life without much accomplishments. In fact a normal uni life too without much uni activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but all talk no action doesnt really help. So I finally found my wish for the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lead a more fufilling life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113664140214519378?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113664140214519378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113664140214519378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113664140214519378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113664140214519378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/fufilling-life.html' title='Fufilling Life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113659919854445039</id><published>2006-01-07T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:59:58.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Tears that flow freely. Like free. Or they are taken as if they are free. The wrench, the hurt and after all that. My tears are still taken as if they are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping 2006 will be a better year. Apparantly not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113659919854445039?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113659919854445039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113659919854445039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113659919854445039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113659919854445039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9820693.post-113630043960353881</id><published>2006-01-04T00:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:00:39.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year of 2006</title><content type='html'>I am so so lazy with updates but its always customary to have a blog entry about the new year and reflect about the old year. So here's my 2 cents' worth of my old year and welcoming the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2005 has been one heck of a ride for me. More downs are more in sight than the ups. This year, my heart has gone through alot more than I have gone through in a long long time. This year, I cant say for sure whether I have grown more mature or less. I cannot tell. And I don't even know if that is a good or bad thing. But one thing for sure, Jess has changed. Jess does not openly talk about her problems anymore, not just to anyone. Jess in someway has lost herself, wait it might not been losing myself. It would keeping to myself. Some has said that the beginning of the year me and the end of the year me is very different. 2005 has finally left my life but had brought some of its loose ends to 2006. Loose ends I hope to tie up soon before the uni starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006. What is there to expect? Alot. What is there to wish for? Alot. It is my final year of uni, and a whole heap of anticipation. Here's to a better year ahead of all of us. To wash away our old problems in this year of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113630043960353881?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113630043960353881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113630043960353881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113630043960353881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113630043960353881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-of-2006.html' title='A New Year of 2006'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113557541212816027</id><published>2005-12-26T15:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:36:52.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Update</title><content type='html'>Haha. Ape is screaming for an update. Hmmm but true enough I have not updated in a long time. I cannot even remember when was the last time I updated. Probably in November. Hm oh wait, its actually in December! *beams* slightly more proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what has happened in these 2 weeks? I got a new job. Working for the same company but different job scope. I work at a Sony roadshow, that was all fun and good. Then came the data entry job. I think I have never ever worked such a boring job in my life before. Such sadness, oh well its moolah. Something that I'm very very short of. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's next? Christmas! Woot~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I must say Christmas has been good, many outings, many presents(outgoing and incoming) which leaves me broke, family dinners, catching up with friends. The other day my dad just commented, how come all the friends I mentioned about are all guys? Sigh, that's cos I have not yet have the chance to go out with my girlfriends. So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIENDS. I wanna go out with you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry X'mas everyone! Keep well. Have fun this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113557541212816027?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113557541212816027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113557541212816027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113557541212816027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113557541212816027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-update.html' title='Update Update'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113405292200013164</id><published>2005-12-09T00:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:42:02.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my wretched hole again</title><content type='html'>Back in Singapore. Why is the feeling different? Why do I feel so lost? How often can a heart be taken apart and mended? Mine was taken apart 3 times and mended twice. But yet, its still taken apart. Its very very tired. Once again, I know what heart ache is, where my heart really really hurts, when I can cry almost anywhere and anytime I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being so foolish and stupid. For falling into this stupid web time and time again, for allowing myself to be hurt once more. I fall and pick myself up, once, twice. Third time, I really don't know how to pick myself up anymore. I want this behind me forever but yet I cannot put this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You looked so good today with that haircut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dignity thrown and returned leaving me with no dignity at all. How can I stand up again? With no support at all, from family, from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone is what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my dad hecks what I do. "Quoting him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113405292200013164?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113405292200013164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113405292200013164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113405292200013164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113405292200013164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-my-wretched-hole-again.html' title='Back to my wretched hole again'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113335773858788420</id><published>2005-11-30T23:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:35:38.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>me, myself and I</title><content type='html'>Results are out. Why do I feel such? Lost, depressed, forlorn. Everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I fucked myself up. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I just saw my honours fly away right in front of me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I cannot bloody piroritise and fix my majorly fucked up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Me. To mope the rest of my holidays.&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/9820693-113335773858788420?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113335773858788420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113335773858788420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113335773858788420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113335773858788420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-myself-and-i.html' title='me, myself and I'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9820693.post-113298414132495794</id><published>2005-11-26T15:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:49:01.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/19590218336777l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/19590218336777l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her already. Take care my dear babe.&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/9820693-113298414132495794?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113298414132495794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113298414132495794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113298414132495794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113298414132495794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-her.html' title='Missing her'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9820693.post-113250699795551806</id><published>2005-11-21T03:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:16:37.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>Today's my day. Alright, technically its over. But today has been a lovely lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of wishes, warmth, pressies and most of all love from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for making my 21st a wonderful, unforgettable one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113250699795551806?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113250699795551806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113250699795551806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113250699795551806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113250699795551806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113228459458399009</id><published>2005-11-18T13:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:39:48.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, the scariest thought came to mind. Standing at my balcony smoking, I wondered what I would look like at the bottom of my balcony. Splattered? In pieces or just broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt like jumping. Suddenly, the 2nd floor seems to high up. So heavenly. So desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I scared myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved by a &lt;strike&gt;nonsensical&lt;/strike&gt; loved phone call. Though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113228459458399009?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113228459458399009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113228459458399009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113228459458399009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113228459458399009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113225844302887136</id><published>2005-11-18T06:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T06:14:03.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_1788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;不要放弃我，好吗?&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/9820693-113225844302887136?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113225844302887136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113225844302887136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113225844302887136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113225844302887136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont.html' title='Dont'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9820693.post-113202272256045316</id><published>2005-11-15T12:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:45:22.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should just let things be, To not hurt myself anymore. To not feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gek sim&lt;/span&gt; everytime I see their photos. The closeness. The proximity, or lack of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not feel jealous is impossible. To clean my act, maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart once more for you. A stab in my heart once more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my most perfect person has left me once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be her invisible man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113202272256045316?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113202272256045316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113202272256045316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113202272256045316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113202272256045316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-i-should.html' title='Maybe I should'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113189571952709614</id><published>2005-11-14T01:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:29:06.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I write?</title><content type='html'>what can I write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;- Gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;- Gone senile&lt;br /&gt;- Gone mad&lt;br /&gt;- Gone nuts&lt;br /&gt;- Gone cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. You get the point. I have exhausted what's left of my brain cells to think of synonyms to crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. Let's be just C.R.A.Z.Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113189571952709614?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113189571952709614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113189571952709614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113189571952709614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113189571952709614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-can-i-write_14.html' title='What can I write?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113178016043936006</id><published>2005-11-12T16:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:22:40.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I write?</title><content type='html'>What can I write? About my majorly fucked up studies or my majorly fucked up life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my studies. I have had 2 papers so far, both of which, I have absolutely no confidence in. In fact, I may fail them. Yeah, fail. Failure has not been part of my dictionary since I came to uni. But failure has been a major part of my life. All my life, my studies have been fucked up, till I was given the chance to study in Australia. Since then I have not failed. Till this sem, this word surfaced again. Why am I here for then? To fail again? To let my parents down again? Its all my fault, for not being able to control myself. To not be disciplined enough to sit my ass down to study. I have a paper on Monday which I have not even finished studying and at the rate I'm going, I doubt I'm actually going to finish it. Which doesnt surprise me. Cos this is what has been happening to my previous 2 papers. What a major fuck I am. Jess is supposed to be mature. Sometimes I think I'm just still a little kid inside of me. Needing someone to guide me around. To tell me what to do. To give me the answer I actually already have in my heart. To tell me what is right and wrong. I want to be that little kid. A kid that someone can guide. Making decisions is a pain in ass. Its hard, its horrid, its tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my life. Two words: Fucked up. Yeah, that sums up my life right now. Too many problems on my mind. Too many to think I about. Too many I shouldnt be thinking about. Too many I just want to let go. But problems are such a pain that I have to think about them. Letting go is hard but if there's nothing for me to catch on. Catching onto thin air, grasping onto nothing with not even a shred of thin line to hold on. Sucks. I picked up smoking. Yeah smoking. Which I intend to cut hopefully by the time I go home. But my bad habit. Yeah. I hate to admit but according to Anurax, admission is the first step to recovery. I'm admiting it. I better bloody well cut the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go cos I have never ever let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you moved on without me. I wish you all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113178016043936006?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113178016043936006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113178016043936006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113178016043936006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113178016043936006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-can-i-write.html' title='What can I write?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113125769267159604</id><published>2005-11-06T16:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:14:52.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>我死性不改</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;死性不改 - Twins and Boyz&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113125769267159604?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113125769267159604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113125769267159604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113125769267159604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113125769267159604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_06.html' title='我死性不改'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113100026194582581</id><published>2005-11-03T16:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:44:21.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Person</title><content type='html'>I once thought I met the most perfect person in my life. Till the most perfect person has left me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is there for me to meet then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113100026194582581?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113100026194582581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113100026194582581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113100026194582581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113100026194582581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/perfect-person.html' title='Perfect Person'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113093000716438376</id><published>2005-11-02T21:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:13:27.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Calorie Counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/CALORIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/CALORIE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe.. Nuff Said..&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Exams people..&lt;br /&gt;~Signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113093000716438376?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113093000716438376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113093000716438376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113093000716438376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113093000716438376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/sexual-calorie-counter.html' title='Sexual Calorie Counter'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113084792051859667</id><published>2005-11-01T22:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:25:20.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>我对你重要吗?</title><content type='html'>六个月的今天，我们在一起了。 六个月前的你和六个月后的你变了许多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾问你星期一有空吗。。你说没空，要读书。但今天你又出去了，还出去了那么久。难道和我出去吃顿饭那么难吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宁愿和别人出去也不和我出去。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;六个月可能对你来说没什么,可能这段情也对你没什么。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113084792051859667?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113084792051859667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113084792051859667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113084792051859667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113084792051859667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='我对你重要吗?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-113075448295889997</id><published>2005-10-31T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:28:02.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I'm been such a terrible blogger recently. I have plenty of pictures to upload - full of drunk parties. Alright not FULL of but a couple. Which means I gotta sit my ass down and study. Cos exams are in a week's time. Which means I'm flying home sooooooooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Really. Home beckons so badly no matter what entices me here, I would be hard to drag my sorry ass away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. I wanna go home.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-113075448295889997?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/113075448295889997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=113075448295889997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113075448295889997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/113075448295889997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112999684188390536</id><published>2005-10-23T01:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:00:41.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babe's Birthday..</title><content type='html'>16th October: My babe and My dad's birthday. Unfortunately, I cannot be in Singapore to celebrate with my dad. Quite sad actually, but luckily for me, I have my babe to celebrate her birthday for. Went to this place up the coast called Yama Sakura, which seriously was pretty outta the way for the Ipswich gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be a surprise that everyone was going out to celebrate for her, instead of just us 4 girls. So, we had to arrive fashionably late with the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we came (the bored people):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Couple on the Block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phyllis and Kenny (the visiting boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes yes, we could tell they were bored. Finally after making wrong turns and everything, the fasionably late people arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic and Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darlings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This birthday had MUCH less drinking that the usual birthday bashes. Mainly cos its a Sunday and its near exams and assignments and ALL that CRAP. But nontheless, what's a birthday without a little drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT00141.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, he's not mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT00161.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lot of Us outside Yama Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Photo%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Photo%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My babe once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, after driving up to the coast for dinner, we urm, drove back down to Brisbane to Pancake House to 'cut cake'. Petrol is cheaper in Aussie *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Pancake House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/pict0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/pict0038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Organiser for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her 'birthday cake' : which actually is her favourite pancake [Strawberry Patch]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a wish complete with sparkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT00471.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May the coming year be a great one for you&lt;br /&gt;Love ya babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112999684188390536?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112999684188390536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112999684188390536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112999684188390536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112999684188390536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-babes-birthday.html' title='My Babe&apos;s Birthday..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112908856759571216</id><published>2005-10-12T12:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:42:47.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Part of Mini Getaway</title><content type='html'>This is the 2nd part of my mini getaway. We went from one end of Brisbane to another. Yes, from Gold Coast to Boonah (near Ipswich) to look for a Lavender Farm. The find was horrendous cos everywhere just looked the same to us, ULU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Ipswich, cuddling up at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a little detour to this place called um Maroon Dam which is blardy ULU. But since we were there, might as well take a photo there.But I swear, that place is horrendously isolated with flies everywhere and the heat.. Sheesh, like its summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah yeah, there's nothing much here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on.. There was a switch in navigators and I have a new back seat mate. As you can see, we were pretty bored at the back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While this navigator was busy in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while the driver was busy, the 3 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the word Lavender Farm in smaller print...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Farm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a picture of this there. Beautiful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy after the Lavender Farm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if I cannot own a real lavender, I'll make do with this&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our trusty car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops, did I mention I stole a stalk of lavender? ;)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112908856759571216?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112908856759571216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112908856759571216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112908856759571216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112908856759571216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/10/2nd-part-of-mini-getaway.html' title='2nd Part of Mini Getaway'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112895336070236677</id><published>2005-10-10T23:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:09:21.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Updates Updates</title><content type='html'>Haha, I'm starting to think that my blog is boring.. Oops, perhaps it could be due to the fact that I do not blog frequently? Well, busy busy busy me. At least now I'm slightly better, I mean with assignments and stuff. Left with one final group assignment, I must say I finished heaps earlier than others. But when I was busy, they were all free! Justice *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the last assignment went down the chute, it was a mini getaway to this place called Byron Bay and a lavender farm in Boonah. Byron Bay is the most easternly point of Australia (in my geography teacher voice) and has one of the most beautiful sunrises around. Its about a 2hr drive from Brisbane. Setting off at 2am in the morning in our comfy PJs and nerdy specs, the boys (Francis and Teddy) started the drive down to Byron Bay while Jo and I cuddled up at the back complete with pillows and the quilt (so sweet of them right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the boys were driving down at 150km/hr, the girls were sleeping and woke up just in time for a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at 4am in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial euphoria of reaching our destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally some light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mucking around waiting for the Sun to really rise. Guess who is who??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But there was no sunrise. *sadness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See no sun.. What a cloudy morning.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*sadness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That hint of sunlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunrise! *finally*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The main point reached, now for some mucking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A happy bunch of tired people at 630am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most Easternly Point of Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/DSC01384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/DSC01384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An End to a Beautiful morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or is it a beginning to another part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off to the Coast we go with wide grins!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112895336070236677?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112895336070236677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112895336070236677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112895336070236677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112895336070236677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates-updates-updates.html' title='Updates Updates Updates'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112805699667084151</id><published>2005-09-30T15:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:09:56.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me myself and I</title><content type='html'>Its time to be just me, myself and I. Realised that I really wasted alot of time playing this semester. Time to study and not care about other things, the hurt, the pain the crying and focus on what I came here for. Once again, I'm back to that hole where its darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown up once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112805699667084151?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112805699667084151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112805699667084151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112805699667084151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112805699667084151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me myself and I'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112722382769803534</id><published>2005-09-20T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:43:47.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate?</title><content type='html'>Hate.. How do you justify hate? It is a very strong word and I usually do not like using that word. But yet today I used to quite a number of times. I wonder.. Am I too harsh or am I given that right to be upset? Though it does not directly concern me, but still, I'm affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soccer game. Rough, physical game. A game where people meet and make close friends. A game that brings people together. A social or competitive game. A soccer game, 2 boys walked away from that game. Rather, one was carried out from that game while the other walked. One has to defer studies to go home for an operation while the other probably will live with a little guilt and forget about the accident. One has to spent thousands of dollars in treatment, one barely bothered about the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social game, a friendly? Or someone who is out to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate comes into play now. For taking out the one who has to defer studies to go for an operation. For taking away someone I treasure times with, someone who will understand all my pain about my studies. Someone that I can stay up till 8am in the morning doing an assignment together. Someone who will share sweets with me during night classes. Someone who will always wake me up during lectures. Someone who will go with me to the City just to eat Jap food. Someone who I was suppose to graduate with. Now someone whom I dont know if I'll ever see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate comes in cos this someone has been taken away from me. Just because of a social soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112722382769803534?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112722382769803534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112722382769803534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112722382769803534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112722382769803534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/hate.html' title='Hate?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112662020016297708</id><published>2005-09-13T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:03:20.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Disney.. The much awaited DisneyLand in Hong Kong is finally opened. Hopefully at the beginning of next year, I'll be able to go to visit that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258501541063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258501541063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258503121063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258503121063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks really really grand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is a DisneyLand without its Classic Characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258504751063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258504751063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258513411063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258513411063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258511861063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258511861063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Dalmations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2004625849701063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2004625849701063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of cos Last of not Least.. We cannot do without Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258495991063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258495991063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/2004625851321063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/2004625851321063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258492621063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258492621063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with a BIG BANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/20046258484271063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/20046258484271063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*wistful*&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/9820693-112662020016297708?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112662020016297708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112662020016297708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112662020016297708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112662020016297708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/disney-in-hong-kong.html' title='Disney in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112625147473525511</id><published>2005-09-09T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:17:02.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DA Ipodnano</title><content type='html'>This is the New Apple Product - the IPOD NANO. I swear its one of the smallest things I have ever seen. Look at this baby, now who wouldnt want to own one of these? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/indextop20050907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/indextop20050907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The black's not bad too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/indexcompare20050907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/indexcompare20050907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it is that thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/images/galleryimage014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this really cool assessory (well to me anyway) to just bring your Ipod nano around anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons* Who wouldnt want to own something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/image1.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112625147473525511?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112625147473525511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112625147473525511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112625147473525511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112625147473525511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/da-ipodnano.html' title='DA Ipodnano'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112624880820584912</id><published>2005-09-09T16:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:53:28.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I. T. C. H</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm a bitch. I don't understand. You were never there when I need you anyway. What happened to I promise you that no matter what, in Australia, just say the word and I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm being a BITCH about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112624880820584912?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112624880820584912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112624880820584912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112624880820584912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112624880820584912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/bi-t-c-h.html' title='B.I. T. C. H'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112606407773106219</id><published>2005-09-07T13:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:34:37.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline Chatting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/offline%20chatting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/offline%20chatting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Offline Chatting. Dear dearest Pau, you light up my day just like that! Love ya..&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/9820693-112606407773106219?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112606407773106219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112606407773106219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112606407773106219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112606407773106219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/offline-chatting.html' title='Offline Chatting'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112597805467952524</id><published>2005-09-06T13:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:40:54.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly</title><content type='html'>Suddenly all emotions come flooding to me. Walking along the deserted walkway of Indroo mall, thinking. Do you ever notice how when the mall is closed, your footsteps around this mall echoes? Don't know how to describe how to feel. Just thought of all my ex bfs suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben- who traumatised me for 3 years, who took 3 years to get over me who is facing the same problem with a new girl. Who I feel sad for, him that is. Who has grown up finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James- who has also grown up, more matured. Who has lost his boyish looks. Who I'll just walk past without acknowledging his prescence cos he'll do the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruikun- who I have no idea where he is, who will walk past me without acknowledging my prescence. Though, I would expect nothing less from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112597805467952524?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112597805467952524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112597805467952524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112597805467952524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112597805467952524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112589417023134667</id><published>2005-09-05T13:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:14:33.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and More Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Celebration of Birthdays. These 2 months I reckon would be prettu busy, with birthdays. Kicking it all off is Aree's birthday held in Roma Street Parklands. It was a BBQ, and aussie bbq is different from the good old charcoal. It runs on electricity and um, you gotta turn it on every 15 mins. But nontheless, it was all good fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/PICT0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/PICT0047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Birthday Girl - Ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2984.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lot of Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babes at the Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2953.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2946.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/129_2922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/129_2922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following which, most of the troop decided that without drinking, it would not be complete. So some guys went to buy some alcohol. Of which they came back with A Vodka, A Tequilla (these 2 we finished), some thing else for the Birthday Girl courtesy of Andrew. Got started with playing Indian Poker and non drivers had other punishments. Keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Poker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Punishment (nicer and edited version) for the drivers who so kindly not drank to drive us home and still um undergo this shit. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water Parade for Wilson and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%200451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%200451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger Nail Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eyebrow Plucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the After Effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Aree%27s%2022nd%20B%27day%20-%2027.8.2005%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's the end of that night. One more of this coming this Saturday! This time its my darling housemate's birthday. Preferably a drunkless one...&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/9820693-112589417023134667?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112589417023134667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112589417023134667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112589417023134667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112589417023134667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthdays-and-more-birthdays.html' title='Birthdays and More Birthdays'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112531494909633671</id><published>2005-08-29T21:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:29:09.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile. I'm just so tired from uni and all those assignments and presentations. But I guess its all part and parcel of life but its just tiring. I wonder, one day can I stop being so tired? I think this semester is the toughest semester I have had so far. The work load is just tremendous. I see Josh like once a week. Though I understand that yes, this is nothing compared to people who are having long distance relationships. But the fact is we're both here and yet we're so busy that sometimes when his dad asks if he's with me, the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work aside because that we dont have a choice. I recently encountered the true pathetic-ness of men. Ever heard of the statement that men think with only one head at a time? Sometimes, I think men only have one head. Disgusting, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to go out with people I cannot trust but I guess I will just have to put my guard up. Makes me miss Singapore and all my friends whom I know that I can trust dearly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112531494909633671?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112531494909633671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112531494909633671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112531494909633671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112531494909633671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/been-while.html' title='Been A While'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112498100667926767</id><published>2005-08-26T00:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:43:26.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this is a little slow.. BUT</title><content type='html'>I know that this is a little slow, BUT these are our National Day Dinner photos! Yes, we appreciate National Day alot more overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Picture%20079%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Picture%20079%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Picture%20080%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Picture%20080%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Picture%20081%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Picture%20081%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Reds and the Whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Picture%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Picture%20084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Girls I Love in Brissy&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/9820693-112498100667926767?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112498100667926767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112498100667926767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112498100667926767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112498100667926767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-this-is-little-slow-but.html' title='I know this is a little slow.. BUT'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112451509001696247</id><published>2005-08-20T15:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:18:10.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'>突然累了</title><content type='html'>吃饭吃到睡了&lt;br /&gt;我开车开到傻了&lt;br /&gt;我看书看到你了&lt;br /&gt;开始怀疑我怎么了&lt;br /&gt;说话说到吐了&lt;br /&gt;我写歌写到疯了&lt;br /&gt;我爱你爱到盲了&lt;br /&gt;天知道我又怎么了&lt;br /&gt;不舍得舍不得都分手了&lt;br /&gt;舍不得不舍得散了&lt;br /&gt;爱是你的我是我的完了&lt;br /&gt;原来我只是&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;突然累了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来我不说了&lt;br /&gt;原来我撑着撑到麻了&lt;br /&gt;原来我不爱了&lt;br /&gt;哒啦......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me feel this way. Please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112451509001696247?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112451509001696247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112451509001696247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112451509001696247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112451509001696247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='突然累了'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112446706086081473</id><published>2005-08-20T01:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:01:16.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.. I guess</title><content type='html'>Haha, I have been told to blog about less sadder stuff. I guess people are not used to this side of me. The me that's serious about life. In fact just the other day, I apparantly impressed someone with my take on relationships cos I always portrayed myself to be one who is light hearted in relationships. I guess that's why when I usually blog, I blog about happier stuff. What has been happening to me and things like. To be honest, I'm lazy to photo blog nowadays and that's why I blog more of my thoughts. But true enough, I do not really like to show this side of me as well. Cos it shows me weak. And weak is something I think no one ever wants to show? I think anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus moving on to happier and hopefully more exciting things. I watched my first ever musical in my life! Ok, let's not count like those school plays or concerts that we were almost forced to go to. This was a REAL one, watched and paid for at the Queensland Performance Arts Centre. I watched &lt;a&gt;&lt;a country="australia"&gt;Saturday Night Fever&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/a&gt; It was really cool other than the fact I was completely completely underdressed. I swear, the next time I go to a play like this, Jess will NOT wear jeans, a tube and a fleece jacket, oh and flats. BIG SIGH.. But nontheless I truly enjoyed myself. The lead guy has like the best abs ever. Here's some evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at those Abs.. *woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply love this guy. He's the funniest of the lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very practiced stance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.hk/images/ZoomPic6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply looking forward to more plays. And the next time, I swear I'll be properly dressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112446706086081473?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112446706086081473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112446706086081473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112446706086081473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112446706086081473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh-i-guess.html' title='Sigh.. I guess'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112420277134204996</id><published>2005-08-17T00:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:32:51.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from Campus Street</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what is it like to be alone? Like feel really really alone in the world where it just seems that no one cares about you. Well, perhaps its not that they don't care. Its just that they can't help. Even the closest people to you just seem to not be able to reach out to you, to not be there for you. But its not their fault, its just by coincidence that they cannot be there for you. Alone is what I feel then. You see strangers walking around you, and suddenly you just want to reach out and talk to them but yet that is the point in time where you do not want to be disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone or Disturbed. Which is a better feeling to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone needs some alone time on their own at times. But alone is when thoughts run wild. Alone is when that single tear will just come out on its own. Oh well.. Being alone. I can handle that. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to slightly happier but not so fantastically happier things, I actually gave up clubbing today! While Josh is there, I'm not. Hm, that feeling, is weird. Trust has always been an issue with me, especially with boys clubbing. But nontheless, I spent some great quality time with my wonderful girls to take my mind of this matter. Ape made me leave my phone at home so that I'll resist the temptation to keep calling him like every erm 10 mins? But anyway, watched the movie Wedding Crashers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons* So in &lt;em&gt;lluuuuvvvvv&lt;/em&gt; with Owen Wilson. And maybe for that M word? And that bike session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons* once more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112420277134204996?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112420277134204996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112420277134204996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112420277134204996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112420277134204996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogging-from-campus-street.html' title='Blogging from Campus Street'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112400378299442875</id><published>2005-08-14T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:16:23.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Myself</title><content type='html'>This part of myself that I dont like. The part where I'm too emotionally attached to things. Why can I not go back to the Jess in the earlier part of the year where I can just disregard alot of things. I want to be indifferent once more to people who do not matter, instead of being affected by their actions, but I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must happen again once more to make me feel that this world is not worth me caring. But if something happens, I'll be really ice hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are a chore to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112400378299442875?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112400378299442875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112400378299442875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112400378299442875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112400378299442875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-myself.html' title='Of Myself'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112369000816741326</id><published>2005-08-11T01:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:06:48.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd time today</title><content type='html'>I think I have come onto this new post page for the 3rd time today. Somehow, I dont know what to blog. It seems that I have a bloggers' block. Ok, that sounded quite and pretty lame. But alright, that's not the point. I'm just at a loss what to blog. Not that I dont have anything to blog, its just that my thoughts are all over the place. Somehow I cant seem to collate them all and pack them all into nice paragraphs to write about. So bear with me while I try to blog with my haphazard thoughts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts, how do I start? I guess its simpler to go by events. Lately, things have been really complicated. I mean I know that life is complicated cos that's the idiosyncracy of life but must life be that complicated until the extent where we cant even seem to make head or tail of it? I have blogged about life many times, what it has made me learn and the things it makes me go through. But life this complicated, I just wanna take a step back and breathe. Sometimes, I feel choked with life because its full of mistrust, betrayal, fake people and backstabbers. What ever happened to the beauty of life? After losing someone very close to me, I thought that I learnt to appreciate life more. I thought that I need to care more about the people around and not be indifferent to everything that does not seem to matter to me, but suddenly caring too much hurts. The pain I see going on in my friend's faces make my heart ache too. But then again, I'm just helpless to do anything because I simply cant. I want to do more than just offer a listening ear but I cant. Now I wonder, does making myself over invovled with other people's affairs hurt me even more? Or has it made me more sensitive to my surroundings and what's happening. At one part of this year, I'm indifferent to alot of things. I can be not affected by everything but now, I just feel slightly that I might fall apart. The strong me that is holding up this wall might not hold through any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I dont want to be weak. I mean seriously, who wants to right? A sign of weakness. I hate to show it especially crying. I have not cried in a long time till the passing of a close friend. And then it just seem that my eyes are taps, just turning on whenever I'm upset. I hate myself this way, this weak side of me because I want to be strong for people around me. This wall..  Made me needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to be Needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention I hate backstabbers too? Rather the accurate word is betrayers and people who think everyone else's business is theirs. There are people who exist in this world whom I actually think dont care about the feelings of others and just about themselves or wait, what they think is right. They enforce what they think is right, at the expense of others. How nice eh? I know of someone like that, sadly. Yes.. I should stay away from that person but I cant because she's everwhere. Thankfully, this feeling is mutual between us. If only she knows how to stop crossing boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a bitching session always cure wonders...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112369000816741326?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112369000816741326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112369000816741326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112369000816741326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112369000816741326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/3rd-time-today.html' title='3rd time today'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112364891973873907</id><published>2005-08-10T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:41:59.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was national day. Sigh, a 2nd National Day that I missed. But being patriotic us, we actually wore RED and WHITE! Haha.. But enough of that, Jessica is pissed at someone who cant keep her mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biatch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rudeness of people, its amazing. People who lived with you before can see you as non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112364891973873907?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112364891973873907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112364891973873907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112364891973873907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112364891973873907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112350140019857445</id><published>2005-08-08T21:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:43:20.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/mr%20rainbow%20edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/mr%20rainbow%20edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.. Dont know how to say this, but I guess you can see this from above. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112350140019857445?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112350140019857445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112350140019857445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112350140019857445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112350140019857445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112343117422584661</id><published>2005-08-08T02:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:12:54.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Waiting%20for%20the%20Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Waiting%20for%20the%20Dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting... What's the feeling like? It gives time to think. But then again it makes me think, what should one do when one meets with a situation like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112343117422584661?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112343117422584661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112343117422584661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112343117422584661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112343117422584661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-waiting.html' title='Of Waiting'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112279333415780650</id><published>2005-07-31T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:40:19.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Photos are UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from behind Sydney Opera House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The toilet in the Sydney Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from Circular Quay is simply the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney Harbour Bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some night views on our way to our dinner place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had dinner at this place called Star Bar which had a sign that looked suspicisouly like Planet Hollywood. But nonetheless it had a nice atmosphere BUT that place made us wait for our dinner for like 1 hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_08661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_08661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_08731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_08731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bored people waiting for their dinner (which took over an hour). After which 3 of us, including Wilson and Wayne decide to make the most of our last night and walked around Sydney City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_08751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_08751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some random tree we decided to stop and take pictures with. Apparantly I look thin against this tree for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_08771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_08771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same random tree. Goodness knows why we took a picture with that tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_08791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_08791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Ferrari showroom. Sydney is FULL of them. This is why I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Along the way, we saw a Wilsons Street..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the famous Hotdog place in Sydney. Cafe de Wheels.. After which we decided, we need to lose some calories after all the food we had in Sydney and ahem went on a walk along the Sydney Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halfway through the bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Night View of the city half way through the bridge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We completed walking the Harbour Bridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! I found my boyfriend's name! Muah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wilson and another drunk Aussie fella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Theme Park we never went in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo at the Luna Theme Park with some Aussie Drunks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2 Paddington boys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The final picture of the bridge. I swear.. keke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the train to go home and freezing our asses off. A complete end to our crazy last night in Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving our accommodation in Sydney of 6 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/IMG_0955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/IMG_0955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last breakfast in Sydney!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the train at Museum Station after breakfast. This station has a very matrix-y effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the train on our way to Peijuan's cousin place to collect the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before setting off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Illegal photos taken at the largest alcohol store I have ever seen. We actually got scolded. Oops.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before leaving Sydney, a very sad lunch eaten standing up. BIG SIGH..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to Hunter Valley which is famous for wineries where we met the cutest dog in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wilson and the cutest dog in the world at Hunter Valley. Before we could finally drag him away from the dog and move on with our journey to Port Macquarie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A stop for a snack mid way driving from Hunter Valley to Port Macquarie. Look at the tired drivers' faces. Poor them.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quick stop for pies! I seem to look gluttonly this trip. Sigh.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They seem to have the 24hrs Supermarket all over in New South Wales. Brissy really need to buck up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing was open by the time we reached Port Macquarie. So we had to have Pizza at our motel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Port Macquarie the next day. Its such a beautiful getaway place... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch at Port Macquarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1677.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving Port Macquarie for home! Stayed at this place called Port O'Call Motel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wilson and Wayne at Coffs Harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1683.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wayne and me at Coffs Harbour &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coffs Harbour is our last stop before driving all the way down back to Good Old Brissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We actually saw a mosque along the way in one of the small towns. Its erm rare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/116_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/116_1690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally reaching Brisbane actually Gold Coast, famished and everything having JAP food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112279333415780650?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112279333415780650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112279333415780650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112279333415780650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112279333415780650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/sydney-photos-are-up.html' title='Sydney Photos are UP'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112260766707640717</id><published>2005-07-29T13:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:27:47.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Week of Uni over</title><content type='html'>The first week of uni is officially over. Its weird, somehow I dont feel like I'm back at uni, I feel like I'm still in holiday mood. I guess its normal but people around me are already starting to study where as Jessica Lee here has not even bought her texts. Waiting for 2 to arrive from Singapore while the other 2, I'm hoping to buy 2nd hand. For the first time in my uni life, I dont feel an urge to study. I think its cos having been here for 1 and a half years, study life has just become mundane. No longer have that drive to study really hard anymore. Not good Not good. Maybe the feeling might come back once assignments start rolling in. Will it? I hope cos this semester is really crucial to me. I cannot play like last 3 semesters. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have a funny feeling. I dont know what's this feeling I'm feeling. Is it jealousy or is it sadness. I dont know.. Hopefully it comes out to nothing.. I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112260766707640717?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112260766707640717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112260766707640717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112260766707640717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112260766707640717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/1st-week-of-uni-over.html' title='1st Week of Uni over'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112190961469146577</id><published>2005-07-21T11:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:33:34.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What I received in the mail yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6389/368/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I love my trackie babies! Amidst all the rubbish that I'm going through, my trackie babies sent me some stuff to cheer me up. Really really very touched by their gesture, though their pressie was for a previous tough period, I'm currently going through a hard time too. But anyway, I'm still really touched by the video.. It makes me miss you girls heaps and heaps and heaps! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112190961469146577?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112190961469146577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112190961469146577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112190961469146577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112190961469146577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-i-received-in-mail-yesterday.html' title='What I received in the mail yesterday...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112139579460500039</id><published>2005-07-15T12:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:49:54.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A post. Just a post</title><content type='html'>The first post since I arrived in Sydney. Not about my happy moments here but about someone that is dear to me who has left. For good. Tuesday night, arrived in Sydney, checked my email and found out news that I never thought would receive. Regrets now in my head, deleting your smses when I should have kept them. Why did you choose this way out? Without leaving all of us a proper goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Reading through our mutual friends blogs. All their latest posts are about you. You mean so much to all of us. I was angry and hurt and guilty. Yes guilty esp after I read an email sent to me. An email just to inform me what was speculated to be going on. Some things are best left unsaid but I never said I didnt want you because you didnt know how to 'hong ren'. I wanted to explain to you but now I never will have a chance to. The hurt I feel among everyone save for your family is beyond what they imagine I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;When your brother called me, I thought I heard a voice from the past. Your voice. You always told me how alike the 2 of you sounded and just at that split second, I just thought, had hope. Always going to your friendster to see the present that I never received cos of your blurness to forget to put my name there and gotten my address wrong. We were supposed to go ktv together. When all your friends send me friendster msgs, I just felt tremendous pressure but now if its an outlet for everyone to blame, I'll be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dear @ntx, I loved you. I did. Take care my dear friend and may the next journey for you be a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 white roses every 11th July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112139579460500039?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112139579460500039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112139579460500039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112139579460500039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112139579460500039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/post-just-post.html' title='A post. Just a post'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112081594449785723</id><published>2005-07-08T19:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:45:44.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Sydney Preps</title><content type='html'>Sydney Sydney Sydney. A trip that I gave up going back to Singapore for. Now that its up and coming, the thrill has not gone down if not for the fact that I have 1001 things to do. It sucks to live alone because you clean up the house yourself with no help at all, but then again I dont want to live in a dumpy place, so yes I gotta grudgingly do it. I have not packed a single piece of clothing, in fact I have not even taken out my bag that I'm going to bring to Sydney but I guess other things do come first. I swear, I gotta be packed by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised today that I'm such a big mouth. Things just seem to spill outta my mouth to other people without me realising it. People have been hurt because of this, surprises have been spoilt because of this. Just for a spilt second today, I realise how it is like to lose a really close friend. That feeling is indescrible. Its scary and thus from now on, Jess shall try to be a good girl and shut her big mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt a lesson to appreciate the little things in life. Coming from a fast paced society like Singpaore, there are things to occupy almost every minute of our life. There's almost no time to slow down and enjoy simple things like nature. Today, I had the opportunity to sit at a bus stop for half hour to wait for the bus home. After I think about 10 minutes, I felt restless and the friend who was with me just told me, when you sit here, its not just merely waiting for the bus, its also about appreciating the environment, our surroundings, the people around us. Take a step back from what we always do and appreciate life. Life, appreciate life. How do we appreciate life? Good life bad life, who determines? Often good life is when people are living a comfortable life, bad life is one whereby people struggle to make ends meet. Or so we say that's the defination of life. Today I tried to take a step back and enjoy the surroundings that I'm in. To appreciate the fact that I'm in Sunnybank waiting for the bus, looking at the people surrounding me, wondering what they are thinking. Today, I notice the stillness of the clouds when clouds are actually some things with stones travelling at high velocity. Its not that still after all, but yet on the outside, it looks so still, so peaceful. Is life that way? Masked by its outlooks, always giving people the wrong impression of what it actually is. Its hard to define I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112081594449785723?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112081594449785723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112081594449785723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112081594449785723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112081594449785723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/pre-sydney-preps.html' title='Pre Sydney Preps'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112073686982564956</id><published>2005-07-07T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:47:49.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>Havent really been posting. In fact I havent posted anything concrete since exams ended. Daphne says I have abandoned my blog... Oops, well not really, I havent really abandoned it, just been going out alot for the past 2 weeks. Exams are over and exam results are out, and I cleared all even the one that I thought I would have to retake next year. Thank goodness and now I owe someone a Hog's Breadth meal but at this point in time, I rather treat that person to a meal than having have a treat from him. Because it means that I passed all my courses. I'm just thinking, should I blog about my happenings, my outings and who have I met up with and what I have been doing this holidays. Mmm, that would make a better read cos I must admit I have had a great holiday with me going out almost daily. Staying over at friends' places, having friends over, going down to the Gold Coast, going down to the Sunshine Coast. Basically, I have almost been everywhere. So I guess I have too much to say about that and thus wont talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thought that struck me while we're on our 3 hour drive to the Sunshine Coast was the importance of results. Suddenly after checking my results, I wonder, what's the importance of it. What's the hype that everyone stays up just to check it. We work so hard just to get results, but is it really worth that we kill out guts just to get it? I see the way we study, its horrifying. I think back to the way I study, I shudder at the thought of it, and the thought of having to go through it next semester again. The min results were out, everyone just simply started msn-ing each other and checking how did everyone do. Some have failures, some do well. People close to you fail, even if you do well, its hard to celebrate. Why are we judged by results? Why are we judged thus and not for the person we are? Life is always as thus and saddens me just for that ride home. Just on that ride hom because coming back now, I know that its important. It is what defines my future. It is what we are still judged on no matter how much we dislike it. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking forward to my Sydney trip on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112073686982564956?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112073686982564956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112073686982564956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112073686982564956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112073686982564956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-112013843214947804</id><published>2005-06-30T23:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:33:52.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In 24 hours...</title><content type='html'>In 24 Hours, what happens? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-112013843214947804?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/112013843214947804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=112013843214947804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112013843214947804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/112013843214947804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-24-hours.html' title='In 24 hours...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111923908212166477</id><published>2005-06-20T13:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:44:42.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Here....</title><content type='html'>What did Jess do today?&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 630am for my exam.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to uni to take my exam&lt;br /&gt;- majorly fucked it up cos of my lack of preparation&lt;br /&gt;- called someone who in turn scolded me&lt;br /&gt;- depressed somemore, went to Indroo mall to shop&lt;br /&gt;- went to do grocery shopping because I dont have anything else to eat&lt;br /&gt;- carried 40 bucks worth of stuff back home in rain. What's the difference I wonder going today and yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- came home to an empty devoid house&lt;br /&gt;- still in that empty house wondering why the hell is my life like that&lt;br /&gt;- listening to Almost Here&lt;br /&gt;- thinking to myself: I hate my life now. I hate this whole alone thing. I hate this exam period. I hate this empty house. I hate myself for deciding not to fly back. I hate this cold weather. I hate myself just because I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its only 145pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-111923908212166477?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111923908212166477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111923908212166477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111923908212166477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111923908212166477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/almost-here.html' title='Almost Here....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111908316838941598</id><published>2005-06-18T18:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:26:08.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties?</title><content type='html'>Family relations are supposed to be the one that is the closest to you. Or that's what I thought. Now I know, my brother blames me daily for my dad sending me overseas to study. Daily my dad talks to them about me spending the family's money about my education and how everyone has to scrimp and save because of me. Yeah, to my brother I bring brightness to my house because of the mere reason that when I fly back, my dad will stop nagging at him and temporarily for that 3 months, my dad will be off his back.&lt;br /&gt;Family love is what I thought was the strongest, the only love that can never ever in my life let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Boy how wrong can I be? Now when I'm lost, where can I turn to if I cant rely on my family to support me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;*lost*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-111908316838941598?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111908316838941598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111908316838941598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111908316838941598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111908316838941598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111882891591630250</id><published>2005-06-15T19:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:48:35.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>November 20 - What does it mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: November 20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="    font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 20th day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 energy provided here is very social, allowing you to make friends easily and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very prone to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are going well, you can go just as far the other way and become extremely affectionate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&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/9820693-111882891591630250?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111882891591630250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111882891591630250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111882891591630250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111882891591630250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/november-20-what-does-it-mean.html' title='November 20 - What does it mean?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111879891994434572</id><published>2005-06-15T10:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:28:39.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in a life of a disgruntled student during Exam period</title><content type='html'>At exactly 624am this morning, *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phone rings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disgruntled me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ummmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disgruntled voice at the end of the phone:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oi, get up for your exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled me once more:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ummm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That disgruntled voice once more: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OI!!! Get up NOW NOW NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my morning call at 6.24am (for some reason, we should synchronise our times to prevent such weird timings). About 1 min later, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*handphone alarm rings*&lt;/span&gt;. Looks at the time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;625am&lt;/span&gt;, WHAT THE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally and grudgingly, dragged my sorry ass up from bed. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suddenly remembering the kiasu me, and turned off my other 2 alarms so that they dont wake Jasmine up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my eyebags in the mirror, YEP! I look like crap. What's new? Turned on the radio and the first sentence that floated through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the temperature outside is 16degrees*&lt;/span&gt; And for the first time of the day, notices outside, $%#@ Its bleeding raining and blardy cold, what a nice day to snuggle in bed. But yet.. Sigh.. Makes my already bad day even worse while at the same time murmuring to myself : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erikson's stage theories..What the hell was that again?&lt;/span&gt; Never mind.. Pushed that thought outta my head and walked to open my door, notice something in my blurry vision- 2 postcards! From my Darling Housemates- Jo and Jas wishing my luck and telling me to go easy to myself. Suddenly: *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flashback to 3 hrs before*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phone call to that same disgruntled voice in the morning. It went something like:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wish I'm dead at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled voice:Stop studying now&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want to puke and cry but I cant&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled voice: Stop studying now and go and sleep&lt;br /&gt;Me: My whole body is trembling.&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled voice: Where is Jo? I'm going to tell her to walk over to your room now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dont be an ass, she as an assignment and an exam to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled voice: Then Stop Studying now and go and sleep&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want to die.. I cant!I hate my life.. ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Door Knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: You idiot. I told u not to tell Jo. *hangs up phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jo came in super worried, started massaging me and making ginseng tea for me. Sigh, I'm so so sorry that I made everyone worried. Webcammed with Daphne for abit, cheered me for abit. Back to studying and studying.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fastforwarding to this morning once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the rain to the bus stop, just thinking to myself, why do I put myself through such shit. I mean its not the first time I'm taking an exam right? But I guess I aim too high at times. Now back at home blogging about it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*still shuderring at the thought of yesterday*&lt;/span&gt;, I realise that this can kill me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I'm really sorry for making so many people worried last night. Will try not to have a repeat of last night. Love you guys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me, I got a chess date with the Sleeping God. Tata~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-111879891994434572?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111879891994434572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111879891994434572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111879891994434572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111879891994434572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-in-life-of-disgruntled-student.html' title='A day in a life of a disgruntled student during Exam period'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111866056555467457</id><published>2005-06-13T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:02:45.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Singaporean Blogger Are You</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Daphne's bloggie. Interesting, its quite true and the way she writes, hm.. Not bad, not bad at all. Cept she whines about the littlest things. But nontheless, yeah. If you say I'm her kind of writing, so be it. *adopting that fuck-care attitude again* Time now: 9pm. My exam is in exactly 11 hours. Panicking my arse off with a pounding headache. What a wonderful feeling eh? Oh well, 625am, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: dashed; border-width: 2px;"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 9px;"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size:   large;"&gt;Congratulations Jessica, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finicky Feline&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://finickyfeline.liquidblade.com"&gt;finickyfeline.liquidblade.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may seem sweet on the outside but behind you hide a sharpened claw. You have the observation skills of a forensic detective and can see right through people easily. You attract attention, both good and bad, but more bad than good. You've seen more assholes in life than a proctologist. The bad ones tries to screw you over but quickly learnt that its a bad move because you enjoy screwing them back accordingly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which     Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/p&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/9820693-111866056555467457?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111866056555467457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111866056555467457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111866056555467457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111866056555467457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-singaporean-blogger-are-you.html' title='Which Singaporean Blogger Are You'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111858666408178837</id><published>2005-06-13T00:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:31:04.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Butch Hunt 2005</title><content type='html'>This is cool. I almost changed my mind and fly home for this event. Esp since someone I know is in it. But my personal fav is Xavier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.herstory.ws/grrrls/butchhunt/body_main_05.html"&gt;Butch Hunt 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-111858666408178837?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111858666408178837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111858666408178837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111858666408178837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111858666408178837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/butch-hunt-2005.html' title='Butch Hunt 2005'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111807701455158417</id><published>2005-06-07T02:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:31:14.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done since June came</title><content type='html'>What have I done since June came. As I looked through pictures, I realise, alot actually. Exams suck big time. I hate to be cooped up at home studying and studying and studying since the moment you get up. And even with such aparant hard work, there's still this feeling of dread that I cant finish my revision on time. Anyway, back onto June 2005. Today is the 6th of June, Monday. My exam is next TUESDAY. Can you believe it? I cant believe it myself. Oh well, at least as I look through pictures, I can see that I have been enjoying myself for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st June 2005 - A surprise awaited me when I came back from uni. Thank you so so so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd June 2005 - Met up with my Darling Nicole. Dont know what would I do without her really. Glad that we ironed out everything babe. Love you to bits!!! Went to our usual Cumquat House Gloria Jeans Haunt in _________! Cant say the place due "readership" ;). But yeah, havent been back there in a long time, its nice to remember once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 242px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 241px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the BABE! Ok I know I have posted her pictures umpteen times, but yeah just cant get enough of her cos I seldom take pictures with her anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I went down to Ipswich for Jade's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/123_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/123_2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls in Jade's birthday celebration - It looks like Phyllis or my birthday though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/123_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 242px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/123_2369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys in Jade's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd June 2005 - Went down to Southbank for the SSS event  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makan Night&lt;/span&gt;. But even before the event started, Wilson was already hungry. Went round Southbank looking for food. Brought Wilson and Josh to Decks: A fish and chips place that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson cant wait to dig in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/123_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/123_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Decks eating Fish n Chips!&lt;br /&gt;That was round 1. After we went for our event dinner, it was round 2. Walking around in the city, Wilson was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt; again! But first up, the boys went to play Daytona, its amazing to see the skill involved in it. But nontheless, after trudging around the city for a while, managed to find the Pancake House for some supper. However we got bored (really really bored) while waiting for pancakes to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the pancakes&lt;br /&gt;And this is where you see the really bored us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 164px; height: 124px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Portraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Moreton Brothers&lt;br /&gt;After a long long wait and many pictures later, our supper finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and his long stack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and his Hot Troppo. Ok which his hand is covering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my waffles&lt;br /&gt;That was a satisfying FOOD filling NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th June 2005 - Went Sunnybank to eat Steamboat @ Xiao Tai Bei with Wilson, Jo, Taro and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and his one man steamboat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT00521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT00521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly not! Went to get some Pao Pao Cha. Its all the rage here though its so OVER in Singapore. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the drinks to be served, more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I learnt with this group of people is that food and drinks is never an issue. Because, despite having Pao Pao Cha and super full steamboat dinner, we still decided to go chill out and have coffee and cheesecake at 3 Monkeys at West End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 164px; height: 124px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 3 Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;And lastly we were lost for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 125px; height: 166px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/PICT0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 125px; height: 165px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/PICT0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which direction are we in? Melbourne or Brisbane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eventful start to the month of June, hopefully more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9820693-111807701455158417?l=chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/feeds/111807701455158417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9820693&amp;postID=111807701455158417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111807701455158417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9820693/posts/default/111807701455158417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillicrabpiggyland.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-have-i-done-since-june-came.html' title='What have I done since June came'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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-9820693.post-111796898992501783</id><published>2005-06-05T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:56:29.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/640/Me%20and%20Mimi%20at%20the%20comfy%20couch.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1258/320/Me%20and%20Mimi%20at%20the%20comfy%20couch.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my darling Mimi that I miss DEARLY! I'm really sorry for being such a lousy girlfriend. Not knowing what happend to you. 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