<?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-6192261</id><updated>2011-12-08T17:17:45.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though my love is insane, reason calms the pain in my heart</title><subtitle type='html'>photos!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113561648978392741</id><published>2005-12-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:01:29.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i am from this moment on an lj convert.moved to www.livejournal.com/users/missdripdropnow i can forget about being cryptic because of PRIVATE entries! reserved for the most emo of days only. or maybe i just wanna gossip about you. HOWS THAT! hahjust kidding! anyhow so long and goodnight!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113561648978392741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113561648978392741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113561648978392741' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113493963790736192</id><published>2005-12-19T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:00:37.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fun facts about bern!1. bern cant burp - most close friends know this. esp the girls because on one night armed with our beers we actually discussed our not-so-secret fun facts. you know just in case we ever enter one of those reality tv shows called something like HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR BEST FRIEND. and the fact that im drinking BEER with my abnormality is shocking eh and youre probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113493963790736192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113493963790736192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113493963790736192' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113492975721587123</id><published>2005-12-19T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:15:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Its beginning to look alot like Christmas...quite a picture perfect grp i must say x)gingerbread house anyone?i smile happiest on weekendscheers to another smashing christmas!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113492975721587123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113492975721587123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113492975721587123' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113472190547736779</id><published>2005-12-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:31:45.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> LAST NIGHT:1) MET PANDA FOR THE 1ST TIME2) HE WAS SUBJECTED TO THE BOYFRIEND TEST3) SCRUTINIZED BY AN ESTEEMED PANEL OF JUDGES4) THE VERDICT: SUBJECT FOUND TO BE THOROUGHLY FAVOURABLE!!!!!heh happy couples all around!claire/kennethryan/fionaTODAY : NISE AND BERN GO SHADES HUNTINGTHEY MANAGED TO FIND THEM AND WENT STARK RAVING MAD!taking home a grand total of 7 pairs of shades! a combination of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113472190547736779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113472190547736779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113472190547736779' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113463202772394743</id><published>2005-12-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:36:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>recent shocking revelations make me feel like im the most grounded person I have ever met.are my eyes playing tricks on me or is tzehow waxing lyrical about love... and lips? interesting. i wont stop reading x)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113463202772394743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113463202772394743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113463202772394743' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113449666408521981</id><published>2005-12-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:10:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABCD - YES i know its puerile but that wont stop me saying it!Call me crazy but i swear the food tasted better with the four together.Taitaix... make me think of idbracelets and never want to stop grinningBALI - miss it already.sisters... makes me wanna bug and annoy her without fear of reprisalbrothers... make me want to strangle someonekudeta... makes me want to live forever in balidad... makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113449666408521981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113449666408521981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113449666408521981' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113380282489804351</id><published>2005-12-06T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:13:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my gooodness im so freakin happy that exams are over. read fee's blog and i really felt so much like the girl in the pic at the finish line. 2 weeks worth of exams is just too long to be kept inside when there is so much going on outside like clairee being home and all that. i even sacrificed one whole afternoon to go to starbucks with the girls so i could feel human. getting no studying done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113380282489804351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113380282489804351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113380282489804351' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113316101617171138</id><published>2005-11-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:56:56.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TWO more days to freedom!!! i hate it how i get addicted to watching inane shows like MTV REAL WORLD when its time to get studying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113316101617171138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113316101617171138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113316101617171138' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113222565662169293</id><published>2005-11-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:07:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever met someone whom u knew was just NOT on the same wavelength as u?i believe in waiting at least awhile before writing people off so yesterday i gave it a shot despite already feeling apprehensive. i sent this guy home after our group meeting ended cos he so happens to be my neighbour! yay. and this is how the awkward conversation in the car went:ME: so... what sort of activity are un involved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113222565662169293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113222565662169293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113222565662169293' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113198973499190523</id><published>2005-11-15T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T01:35:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im sitting here at my desk all cosy with liberalism and the social contract theory snuggling up to me. just thinking of good times.. with all this talk abt the alevels i cant help thinking back to last year when i was desperately dealing with the dreaded a's. anyway studying charismatic authority again just made me laugh cos last year before the south east asian history exam ming and i were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113198973499190523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113198973499190523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198973499190523' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113155347642926918</id><published>2005-11-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:24:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the immense amount of french that i have to study for tmrs test is just so daunting. i mean its a language, of which i know a paltry amount its just not possible to be 100% prepared. i was feeling so dejected until i flipped open my methode de francais and claire's yellow post-it was staring right at me saying good luck for your exams bern! with the ohsofamiliar xoxo love you -claire- at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113155347642926918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113155347642926918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113155347642926918' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113120781859918634</id><published>2005-11-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:23:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im in love... with shoes! one day im going to have a room full of them and they wont be disgusting thick-soled shoes that you see everywhere these days. there is a difference you know as ming found out in this weeks shoeshopping1101  lecture that lasted a grand week of just shoeeeee shopping. he now has the makings of the perfect buying assistant. cuts down shopping time by half! yea so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113120781859918634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113120781859918634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113120781859918634' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113034385726251979</id><published>2005-10-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:24:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113034385726251979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113034385726251979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113034385726251979' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113033704494553093</id><published>2005-10-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:30:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something irks me and it prolly has to do with what i overheard earlier. i could not help overhearing too mind you. first off lets make one thing clear; and that is to each his own. everyone is entitled to their own opinions so lets get it right that im not stepping on anyones hopes or dreams aye?i just feel pretty annoyed that a certain mentality is being imposed on everyone. standards of what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113033704494553093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113033704494553093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033704494553093' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-113005970146924660</id><published>2005-10-23T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:36:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! if things go according to plan its off to study in Paris next year and then for Berkeley's summer programme! whee!! life is so exciting all of a sudden. must have been the exhilarating weekend. we had beers at molly malone's which was really refreshing cos i was the only chinese soul around. include or exclude ming if u may. include him la he uses so much singlish nowadays heh the irish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113005970146924660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/113005970146924660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113005970146924660' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112999777889885572</id><published>2005-10-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:07:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just cant quite put my finger on the emotion that this song inspires. on a good day it makes me feel so care free as if nothing could ever go wrong and on an overcast day it just translates into melancholy. the makings of a perfect song. too bad the maroon5 version sucks. everybody go download charlotte martin now.Childhood living is easy to doThe things you wanted I bought them for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112999777889885572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112999777889885572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112999777889885572' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112913983548000838</id><published>2005-10-13T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:57:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DRRRRIVEN.I am. yes i keep telling myself that. lots to live for lots to do :)  few people feel happy until they feel their plate is full right? till the cup of life runneth over then you'd start your bitchin abt how much there is to do. so little time. before that u just acquire all these little commitments that colour your transient existence here in the beautiful place till you start feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112913983548000838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112913983548000838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112913983548000838' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112899764905705130</id><published>2005-10-11T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:27:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*SCREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*I JUST FORCED MYSELF TO PICK UP A BUG!!!! i just happened to look up from my work and saw this THING that wasnt there a second ago on top of my inMotion speakers. IT Was GROSS!!!!! I feel like crying now la. trembling all over GOOSEBUMPS!!!! it was like a worm! a caterpillar in a cocoon that was wriggling eeeeyerrrrr....................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112899764905705130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112899764905705130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112899764905705130' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112843198956529509</id><published>2005-10-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:19:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>culture night was pretty impressive! at least it helped me wind down after that horribly intense session of french directions. sud is south haha. and its not pronounced like a soap sud more like soood. the class had a laughing fit over that one at poor sheryl's expense =) krx chose a really good song one of my favourites by GARBAGE. beautiful garbage. i dont know how the performers did it but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112843198956529509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112843198956529509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112843198956529509' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112791237862724837</id><published>2005-09-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:04:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BEST MOST INCREDIBLE AND I DONT MEAN TO BE LAME BUT AMAZING SHOW EVER IS ON TV NOW BUT I CANT WATCH IT EVEN THOUGH I ADORE IT AND HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEW SEASON FOREVER INSTEAD I AM SITTING IN MY ROOM STUDYING A GARBLED COMBINATION OF FRENCH FRENCH FRENCH MORE FRENCH AND POLITICAL SCIENCE FOR MY 3 TESTS TOMORROW WHILE EVERYONE IN KR HALL GOES FOR MOON AUTUMN FESTIVAL CELEBRATIONS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112791237862724837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112791237862724837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112791237862724837' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112783240300663264</id><published>2005-09-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:46:43.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE LAST WEEK &amp; A HALF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112783240300663264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112783240300663264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112783240300663264' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112732118855549082</id><published>2005-09-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:46:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Social night sizzles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112732118855549082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112732118855549082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112732118855549082' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112719512657799186</id><published>2005-09-20T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:45:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nise's room is so comfy! i liiiike!!  sleeping over is fun. i make good use of my friends cos now my computer is reformatted i have macromedia everrything and im downloading truckload of songs. haha. nise has somehow surreptitiously evolved right under my nose (and everybody else's) into a superprocomputergenius!! good job nise.  so happy met up with claire nise manda and bx yesterday and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112719512657799186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112719512657799186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112719512657799186' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112654760493630290</id><published>2005-09-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:53:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gah! bah humbug!! i have a test on wednesday!! being alone in a dorm aint fun when u have to study. its fun for a lot of other things though............ wellll thats not the case right now so lets not go there. not that any risque business happens in nus anyway, contrary to popular belief. everything seems clean to me over here unlike dear cheryls sordid night noises over in ozland. hahah. so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112654760493630290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112654760493630290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112654760493630290' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112605225821801003</id><published>2005-09-07T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:17:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nise claire manda!!!! im feeling much better now you'll prob dont need to rack your brains to know why. but yes in the light of this sudden cheeriness a very amusing incident flickered through my head. think back to yesteryear... or the last time claire came back ( it almost feels like a year dear) when we were outside zouk. remember how you all mixed up baobao for bobo as my name for ming ? btw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112605225821801003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112605225821801003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112605225821801003' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112601162501599762</id><published>2005-09-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:00:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was listening to this real heart wrending song for two whole days before realising how fitting it is. Its really beautiful. i love long songs that are hymns and tributes to god as well. very love song for a saviour-ish concept. i'm really counting down the days.Wait by The AftersWait, I can hardly waitTo look into Your faceWhen the world disappears into Your eyesBreathe, I can hardly breatheIn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112601162501599762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112601162501599762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601162501599762' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112559267130807255</id><published>2005-09-02T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:37:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NISE!! found this photo of you and me. happy times happy times! well.. im off to pulau aur also known as the land of no reception.muahh!! nise and i about to sleep together. right nise right??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112559267130807255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112559267130807255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112559267130807255' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112547437823449831</id><published>2005-08-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:46:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sadness....my luck seems to running real low.  didnt get to answer his call before he left because i was in lit lesson. as we speak, hes probably digging a trench  somewhere. he said hed be digging long before i sleep and long after i wake up. poor dear. i think im thrown off because we didnt get to say a "proper goodbye." i guess it sounds stupid but in almost four years he's called me almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112547437823449831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112547437823449831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112547437823449831' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112437278074038531</id><published>2005-08-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:47:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pilates yoga yoga hip hop yogalates pilates yoga!!! i love this nus sports buffet thing! i attend unlimited classes for only forty bucks a month so the past weeks been just rolling out of bed in kent ridge and taking the shuttle to the arts canteen... stuffing myself with reaaaaallly yummy black pepper beef, attending two hour lectures then shuttling off to one of those random body wellness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112437278074038531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112437278074038531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112437278074038531' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112309942385742547</id><published>2005-08-04T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T04:05:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the guys!!!a superr hot hansen and ithe four girls having quarter pounders at technoedge hahamichelle the most hilarious glittery thing you'd finda really happy me with mich and manda!mambo was really great!!! super fantastic company! everything was so explosive! except for the damn flaming lambos that just would not flame and the stupid minah who told me that the drink was 'standard'. please a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112309942385742547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112309942385742547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112309942385742547' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112162328142849776</id><published>2005-07-18T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:06:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well that was one helluva weekend. girls? acid bar was fantastic. van? joel sang like an angel haha crazy pre-uni shopping has resulted in a few muscle pulls here and there.. im all set for 2 weeks of stay-at-home reading with the new harry potter which hopefully will not be a letdown (as much as the order of the phoenix was), great expectations, the final few episodes of the sandman, and the </summary><link 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in the night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112136555723439593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112136555723439593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112136555723439593' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112132176480526544</id><published>2005-07-14T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:18:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Toxic Friendreading cleo really made me think. not that its a very thought provoking magazine or that it had something really profound to impart, but it did. in fact the article on The Toxic Friend was probably written to catch the general readers attention because almost EVERYONE im sure has a toxic friend. well no shit for me because ive had to put up with hell for someone for such a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112132176480526544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112132176480526544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112132176480526544' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-112054781828713468</id><published>2005-07-05T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:16:58.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooooh family day was such a breath of fresh air. its amazing what a hug, (even a secret one) can do for you.HASH BROWN.. luxury good right thereHello Sunshine!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112054781828713468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/112054781828713468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112054781828713468' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111989243448051577</id><published>2005-06-28T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:13:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAAAAAA! Camp was the  greatest ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it totally exceeded all ALL expectations it really rocked my socks... floated my boat .. whatever! i feel all warm and fuzzy inside haha. i would never imagine myself to be the rah-rah person i was... but i was! things really feel different when u love the people around u and they genuinely care about you. when everybody loves everybody. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111989243448051577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111989243448051577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989243448051577' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111844098039829519</id><published>2005-06-11T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T06:08:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hahaha... (its really a book you know)" i quote the greatest social retard on earth. Anyways... nise is such a blur sotong. she told me out of the blue that she was wondering all along and meaning to ask WHO is the MAD PROFESSOR?( refer to below) on my end of the line i just kinda gawked to myself. Mouth agape i wondered.. does she not see the messy white hair ( like any person walking along the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111844098039829519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111844098039829519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111844098039829519' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111769515632496459</id><published>2005-06-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:55:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had lunch at The Marmalade Pantry after the longest time. Nothing great seriously.. everythings all about the image nowadays. The novelty of the place is just so apparent. For one its located in the foyer of Palais Rennaisance, surrounded by DKNY, Jim Thompson and what have you. So big deal. The food is absolutely mediocre. good rocket salad but nothing to rave about. And yet you cant even get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111769515632496459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111769515632496459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111769515632496459' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111558411197197789</id><published>2005-05-09T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:42:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IRONY IS WASTED ON THE STUPIDIrony- the ironic thing about the term irony is that people use it to sound clever but most cant tell the difference between irony, paradox.. both? making their efforts to sound like socratic beings extremely.. hmm whats the word.. ironic?ISNT IT IRONIC?Today, a twenty something yr old girl messaged me on friendster asking a lot of um personal and disturbing questions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111558411197197789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111558411197197789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111558411197197789' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111394558784016800</id><published>2005-04-20T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T05:21:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tekong, oh tekong u and i have a love-hate relationship.u do barr me from what i love mostyet i run towards u hoping you'll embrace me on your shores.(hey. i would actually sneak into tekong if i could btw)release him now!!at the turn of the tidei feel this part of me dieand i washed on your shore buried alive//</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111394558784016800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111394558784016800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111394558784016800' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111394508728598348</id><published>2005-04-20T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T05:11:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and my mad professor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111394508728598348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111394508728598348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111394508728598348' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111169006121952117</id><published>2005-03-25T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:58:28.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catchy incoherant blog entries seem to be the in thing of late. Or so it seems. Never could fathom the deep seated reasons for anyone wanting to do so. Its just so cool to string together a whole sentence of key words that describe the day. ahem, let me have a go at it : 4hrs of sleep. 120km/h on the freeway in the morning. superfunkytechpresent. clouds. cocktailsundergiantumbrellas. Granted by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111169006121952117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111169006121952117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111169006121952117' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-111043121529787981</id><published>2005-03-10T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T13:06:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people!! i can drive. Vroom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111043121529787981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/111043121529787981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111043121529787981' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110996649983333470</id><published>2005-03-05T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T04:03:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so maybe i didnt get to ogle atJON JONSSON while he was in townbut a miracle and a flimsy sheet of paper has permanently disfigured me.i know look likeTHIS!!! wooohooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! now if only i manage to pass my driving test....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110996649983333470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110996649983333470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110996649983333470' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110944752708326922</id><published>2005-02-27T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T03:57:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>drinking the water out of time- vday 05</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110944752708326922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110944752708326922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110944752708326922' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110754494580338590</id><published>2005-02-05T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T03:22:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreamdog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110754494580338590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110754494580338590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110754494580338590' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110754030812909457</id><published>2005-02-05T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T02:05:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my room is neatthe night air smells so sweetas i lay back satisfiedmy beautiful dog at my feeti know what i wantmy purple curtains are on their way...can life be more perfect than it is today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110754030812909457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110754030812909457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110754030812909457' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110598103483681669</id><published>2005-01-18T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:58:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And if I lived a thousand years you knowI'd never could explain The way I lost my heart to you, that dayBut if destiny decided I should look the other wayThen the world would never know The greatest story ever told And did I tell you that I love you tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110598103483681669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110598103483681669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110598103483681669' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110536723480728069</id><published>2005-01-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:27:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the perfect family photosisters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536723480728069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536723480728069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536723480728069' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110536710750352400</id><published>2005-01-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:25:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>claire &amp; i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536710750352400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536710750352400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536710750352400' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110536706345823427</id><published>2005-01-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:24:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nise &amp; clairee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536706345823427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536706345823427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536706345823427' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110536701660931914</id><published>2005-01-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:23:36.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love this photo its verrry yiying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536701660931914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536701660931914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536701660931914' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110536695376001663</id><published>2005-01-10T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:22:33.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the fullerton view</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536695376001663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110536695376001663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536695376001663' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110523700120478017</id><published>2005-01-09T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:16:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with elaine n sam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110523700120478017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110523700120478017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110523700120478017' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192261.post-110523611431202803</id><published>2005-01-09T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:03:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Christmas present that literally keeps on giving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110523611431202803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192261/posts/default/110523611431202803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsa-zsa-zsu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110523611431202803' title=''/><author><name>Lilith'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127293279892828919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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