<?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-29789316</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:30:49.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my hand, take me to neverland &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-550079753336623760</id><published>2007-05-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:55:37.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how sometimes random desires hit you SO hard you just wish you could fufil them immediately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i wish i could just run out to chinatown/arab street to get the nuts &amp; bolts for my accessories, as well as to town to get the clothes which i oh-so-fcking love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grey/gold,  colours that turn me on (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-550079753336623760?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/550079753336623760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=550079753336623760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/550079753336623760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/550079753336623760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-know-how-sometimes-random-desires.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6617318651879806945</id><published>2007-05-14T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:46:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was family day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad drove us, or rather ME, to ntu for the high tea session for accountancy. met up with sarah thereafter and got a better idea of accountancy in ntu. funny thing was, most of my friends i met today were from rj, whom i met at the pwc/smu interviews. they too, were caught in the middle of smu and ntu. im secretly wishing all these people would go to ntu and prove that the environment there aint cheena/dry/boring as what its made out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, that aside. everyone was happy today cause everyone of us got a tinge of retail therapy. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dad got his shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mum got her mother's day present from us &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bro got his adidas sneakers and a bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got 2 tops today + a Balenciaga wallet on friday with joce (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;highlight of the day was definitely Andrew Lloyd Webber's &lt;strong&gt;Phantom of the Opera.&lt;/strong&gt; [: i have to admit, i was kinda lost having not read/watched any Phantom of the Opera books/films. but nevertheless the lighting, the visual effects, the smoothness of the entire musical was superb! but the best part was still the orchestra and the singing; unbelievable really! so everybody who hasnt watched it, do so before it's too late! &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/29789316-6617318651879806945?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6617318651879806945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6617318651879806945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6617318651879806945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6617318651879806945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-family-day-dad-drove-us-or.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-390402807993024308</id><published>2007-05-13T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:33:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawning till tears flow yet not being able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;the moments that linger before you actually snooze&lt;br /&gt;tossing and turning in an air-conditioned room till the bed gets warm&lt;br /&gt;to only end up bunking in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the best description of the past few nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is a good night's sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 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/29789316-390402807993024308?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/390402807993024308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=390402807993024308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/390402807993024308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/390402807993024308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-insomnia-moments-that-linger.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-7329740846879936836</id><published>2007-05-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:24:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkNBQSbHzZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7WAxOHMz9N8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062962154173877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkNBQSbHzZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7WAxOHMz9N8/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's good&lt;br /&gt;to have a kindergarten friend,&lt;br /&gt;who's your pal's pal,&lt;br /&gt;living in your neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is small, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062968648164429234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkNHKSbHzbI/AAAAAAAAABk/eNjAKqwfwj0/s400/xh+and+i+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-7329740846879936836?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7329740846879936836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=7329740846879936836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7329740846879936836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7329740846879936836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-good-to-have-kindergarten-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkNBQSbHzZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7WAxOHMz9N8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-1203844312506238952</id><published>2007-05-09T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:03:35.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkFveybHzUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6vg8kxbr5Rs/s1600-h/loafers+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062450030863437122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkFveybHzUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6vg8kxbr5Rs/s400/loafers+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my latest craze (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;surviving on a miserable $165 of tuition fees this month,&lt;br /&gt;i could well start up the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEED THE JIALING FUND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freedom and carefree-ness of an unemployed&lt;br /&gt;vs the&lt;br /&gt;financial crisis of the cash-strapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even afford to buy my new love, KEDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062451791800028498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkFxFSbHzVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/INd6CI8yPnI/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why arent there any KED sprees! &lt;em&gt;ugh ):&lt;/em&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/29789316-1203844312506238952?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1203844312506238952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=1203844312506238952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/1203844312506238952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/1203844312506238952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-latest-craze.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkFveybHzUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6vg8kxbr5Rs/s72-c/loafers+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-403440270249014914</id><published>2007-03-24T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:59:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkBJDibHzSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gd4Qou8M2lI/s1600-h/outside+giraffeBLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062126306293435682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 15px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkBJDibHzSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gd4Qou8M2lI/s400/outside+giraffeBLOG.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long overdue photos of our outing at girrafe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos of us make me proud. think about it, which og mates acutally keep in close contact after orientation, even after the promos when they head into j2, and even after graduation. each time there's an outing, it'll never be without a smile or a cackle or laughter. &amp; thats the very reason why i love them, cause despite our differences, we can all sit down together and laugh our hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u304/kaylee_love/collageblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u304/kaylee_love/collageblog.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/29789316-403440270249014914?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/403440270249014914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=403440270249014914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/403440270249014914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/403440270249014914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CElzC-Vj83Y/RkBJDibHzSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gd4Qou8M2lI/s72-c/outside+giraffeBLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-7437890811854392793</id><published>2007-03-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:42:42.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wont look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u304/kaylee_love/nicelyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u304/kaylee_love/nicelyrics.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-7437890811854392793?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7437890811854392793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=7437890811854392793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7437890811854392793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7437890811854392793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/rushing-into-something-i-knew-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-3543464015937940639</id><published>2007-03-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:48:22.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever been so tired your eyelids seem so heavy they make your eyes smaller? ever been so tired where you feel like you've lost control of your entire physical being? ever been so tired you wish you didnt have anything on so you could sleep your life away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/BIG&gt; in times like these, &lt;em&gt;'tired'&lt;/em&gt; is an understatement. taking leave today was definitely a wise choice. at least for now, my eyes are visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passing white daisies, taking turns&lt;br /&gt;All those evenings on the back deck of our first apartment&lt;br /&gt;They meant everything but the wind just carried them off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you can't go back now, just a passing moment gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-3543464015937940639?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3543464015937940639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=3543464015937940639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3543464015937940639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3543464015937940639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/ever-been-so-tired-your-eyelids-seem-so.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6578780099029264868</id><published>2007-03-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:33:14.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's ironical and full of conicidences. just last year, bro got N80 on my birthday while i got nothing. This year, it being my beloved brother's birthday, i got a new phone. yes finally. as they always say, good things are worth waiting for ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/lhku800.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to my 2 MP phone, with 512 MB memory. yes, ive finally gotten rid of the loupok k750i. but somehow, i think i'll miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/-bro2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since it's my brother's birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEONG KORKOR!!! ♥&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like you'll see this.. but realised you'll be 20 this year. which is REALLY OLD. though you act like a real idiot at times, i think you're the best bro one could ever have. so in exchange for the YEARLY bodyshop gifts, i present you with a ticket to a pair of havianas (: love ya bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4631-lbornme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-6578780099029264868?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6578780099029264868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6578780099029264868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6578780099029264868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6578780099029264868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifes-ironical-and-full-of-conicidences.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6204141665486642593</id><published>2007-03-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:12:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;So, I will head out alone and hope for the best&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Yamagata is pure love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its been almost a week since i started work at IRAS. it suddenly dawned on me that being a tax officer there is indeed a good deal. not only do i gain good job exposure, I get paid to learn about something i'm interested in! now, doesnt that sound good? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used the phone for the first time today and oddly true, i kinda enjoyed it. ((: it just felt as if i was chatting the day away. &amp; the best thing was that because my mouth was kept busy all the while, i didnt have to munch to stay awake. nicely put, it would mean i was talking my tummy away. HEHEHE and and and... i also get to commit more time to TrueYoga, which is all the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-6204141665486642593?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6204141665486642593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6204141665486642593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6204141665486642593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6204141665486642593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-will-head-out-alone-and-hope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-7518785963160952546</id><published>2007-03-13T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:36:07.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times i wish i didnt have a brother who was such an over-achiever. &lt;br /&gt;at times i wish high standards werent the norm in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like the higher you go, good achievements would appear mediocre and you're expected to go even higher. maybe thats what &lt;I&gt;'Seeking to improve'&lt;/I&gt; means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;'Chase your dreams'&lt;/I&gt;, thats what they all say when we were younger. &amp; today, it suddenly occured to me why do adults even tell us that, when we grow up realising that reality is entirely different for dreams. &lt;b&gt;and then i realised, maybe thats why dreams are called &lt;I&gt;dreams&lt;/I&gt;, and not reality.&lt;/b&gt; So does it matter that I've always wanted to be a vet since young? Does it matter that I wanted to pursue a business degree in SMU? it doesnt, because at the end of the day, when it comes to decision-making matters that impact my future, adults bombard me with advice which eventually convince me to go for something i didnt exactly desire. and no, my parents have never disallowed me from taking a business degree. but eventually, i still bid goodbye to what i like, and say hello to something unfamiliar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i figured fear is the thing that gets me. the insecurities of what the future holds, not knowing what lies ahead, the fear of being in an unfamiliar environment. perhaps that is why i always take the safe route, why i always give up on what i like/what i want, be it in academics/relationships/whatnots. call me a coward if you must, but somehow my head always overrules the heart. &amp; i eventually end up taking the route that best assures me of something good ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;b&gt;please tell me I'm doing the right thing;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-7518785963160952546?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7518785963160952546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=7518785963160952546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7518785963160952546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7518785963160952546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-times-i-wish-i-didnt-have-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-2031569779174619252</id><published>2007-03-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:02:27.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;]:&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im getting fat. randel told me some lady behind me was checking out my butt today, &amp; when i asked why, he said it was prob cause my butt was too big. ): bro said i was dumpy today, and even told me to parade around the living room to flaunt my dumpiness. dumpy jialing aint happy jialing. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for smu openhouse with caryn in the morning, then met randel &amp; laoda for the ntu openhouse. got to know their classmate, wanling who was really nice. after visiting both schools, im still pro-smu. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be nice if life was just a straight path, without turnings. at times i wish decisions were already made for us, like how we knew we had to proceed on to secondary education after primary education.  but now, right after the trauma of mugging our guts out for the A levels, we're forced to make decisions within a short period of time, which would eventually determine our life ahead. Bombarded by propaganda of all forms from different sources, how then, are we supposed to make the best choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntu accountancy or smu? should i be a rich, toot accountant or should i be part of the hip &amp; happening business/econs/accouting grads from smu? &lt;b&gt;I DONT KNOW, i really dont. ): &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;long walks at night, hitching rides on bicycles; &lt;/I&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-2031569779174619252?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2031569779174619252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=2031569779174619252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/2031569779174619252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/2031569779174619252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-5708635343818198001</id><published>2007-03-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:56:13.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks my 3rd day at work. joined this company because it would allow me to learn alot about taxes, which would be good for my resume as well as job experience, since i intend to further my studies in accountnacy/business/banking&amp;finance related courses. but yet, the very reason behind my employment is the reason why i'm tired. If i were made to describe the past few days of training in 2 words, it would definitely be &lt;b&gt;INFORMATION OVERLOAD&lt;/b&gt;. training the past few days felt as if i sat through econs lectures on taxes from 8.30am to 5pm daily. so for those who thought econs in school was bad, go figure how taxing it is. but i'll hang in there, till 21st april at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with colin today. felt good since we havent met up in ages. played pool &amp; dined at crystal jade xiao loong bao, all of which was sponsored by colin ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;colin&lt;/b&gt;: thanks for dinner today, for accompanying me to ulu pandan simei &amp;... the secret to a hot bod. HAHA. take care &amp; have a safe trip in india yepp. (i'm sure there wont be spiders/wild boars/snakes.. not many at least!) TAKE CARE BOY! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-5708635343818198001?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5708635343818198001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=5708635343818198001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/5708635343818198001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/5708635343818198001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-marks-my-3rd-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6242783251943292308</id><published>2007-03-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:43:46.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>couldnt post up these pics cause blogger was being a bitch a few days ago, but guess she's fine now ((: shopping with joce was strainging, physically &amp; financially. but guess a little retail therapy wouldnt hurt. dropped by at sisley to visit yanhao while we were in town. btw, yanhao is my friend who loves it when people visit him at sisley. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4999-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4999-blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4992-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4992-blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4972-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4972-blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-6242783251943292308?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6242783251943292308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6242783251943292308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6242783251943292308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6242783251943292308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-3867446447026012248</id><published>2007-03-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:17:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jialing's upset cause:&lt;br /&gt;-blogger's being such a bitch )): spent a substantial time blogging &amp; posting up photos but blogger just wouldnt want to publish them. incessant rejections aint exactly jialing's thing ya know! &lt;br /&gt;-cause she was frantically trying to fiddle with the scanner but it just wouldnt cooperate&lt;br /&gt;-because she's sleep-deprived and needs a good night sleep. speaking of which, these days, ive developed a love-hate relationship to sleeping. love because it tames my eyebags. yet i hate it, hate it cause moments where i wait before i fall asleep seem to linger, linger too long for me to take. &amp; then, when i finally get to sleep, its light sleep. been waking up at least 3 times per night for the past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z monster, just terrorise me! ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-3867446447026012248?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3867446447026012248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=3867446447026012248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3867446447026012248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3867446447026012248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/jialings-upset-cause-bloggers-being.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-7422616985546751377</id><published>2007-03-04T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:38:54.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being jobless is kinda fun afterall. spent my first day of freedom with pl then germ. shopping with pl was productive initially, but i only ended up buying one top after an entire afternoon. not that productive afterall hurr. met germ after that, which was awfully sinful. germ, being a super &lt;em&gt;Superdog&lt;/em&gt; fanatic brought me there for dinner &amp; then we headed down to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BigO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for desserts. apparently BigO meant orgasm &amp;amp; every dessert there was related to sex. so we got high on awfully sinful chocolately desserts that werent one bit cheap! but it was good anyway ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4969-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the twentynine girls before the release of results &amp; i kinda miss how we used to eat opp school, deriving pleasure from waffles/fishsoup/japfood yadayada. here we are, at the crossroads once again. turn left/turn right, i dont know. but one thing's for sure, the decision would have a huge impact on life ahead; the people i'll meet, the kinda life i'll have... everything will be determined in the next step i take. decisions decisions decisions, wish i didnt have to make any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, met up with toren &amp; hengyi last night. its been eons since we last saw each other so it was good that we got to catch up, FINALLY. [:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4968-trio-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="428" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4969-lala-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-7422616985546751377?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7422616985546751377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=7422616985546751377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7422616985546751377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7422616985546751377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-jobless-is-kinda-fun-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6057493356246818336</id><published>2007-02-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:30:09.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days to the day where i bid goodbye to the thing that killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 more days to yet another death. at times i wonder why we're all so worried about the results when it has in fact, already been determined. no amount of hoping/wishing/praying will help. but i guess the uncertainty is so intense, we do silly things to make ourselves feel better. &lt;strong&gt;all of a sudden, i wish i could press &lt;em&gt;pause&lt;/em&gt;, then &lt;em&gt;fast forward&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; we'll skip the bad parts and move on. isnt that the way life should be? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kayaking with the hakeem, randel &amp; victor was enjoyable, though i was the sole girl. spent half the time capping &amp;amp; terrorising victor's boat. :] paddling against the strong winds &amp; waves, getting entangled in the fishing lines of random strangers, standing on the kayak, just lazing in that little sampan was THE life. a few years ago, i wouldnt have defined life as such. but a few years later, simple pleasures like these bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i would do anything to turn time back, where i lived in the protected schooling environment; protected from the harsh realities, where i could live in my happy bubble &amp; not worry about anything else, where we bitched about teachers/random people, where we were truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so tracy asked me that day &lt;em&gt;"jialing, have you ever wondered what would have happened if you stayed in ac?" &lt;/em&gt;that simple question made me realise that after being in tj for almost 2 years, i dont regret making the decision i made. yes, i know i ranted alot about how i hated tj and loved ac. 2 years later, i realised that people have changed that thought in me. rock girls, twenty-nine girls, the rock guys. life could have been more glam &amp;amp; hip in ac, but i look back and realise life in tj wasnt that bad after all. (: &lt;strong&gt;in fact, i realise i had the best of both worlds ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4950-ryni-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4950-ryni-blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4943-jiadii-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 374px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4943-jiadii-blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4945-4girls-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4945-4girls-blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-6057493356246818336?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6057493356246818336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6057493356246818336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6057493356246818336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6057493356246818336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-more-days-to-day-where-i-bid-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-308831931384446596</id><published>2007-02-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:44:53.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to blog since many have told me bloggie woggie's as good as dead. 25 days ago, on the 3rd of feb, i told myself i would stick to the job. 25 days later, i'll take back my words. so this time around, there aint no messing around. goodbye fickle jialing. 28th feb 2007, the day i leave hsb*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the short 2 months, random thoughts of quitting came and went frequently. but the mundane work life, the boring black&amp;green computer screens, the routine opening of envelopes is far too much for me to take. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mix extreme fatigue &amp; boredom, &amp;amp; you'll get jialing.&lt;/span&gt; so i figured, it's time to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully kayaking with the 3 emo boys, dinner with family friends, lunch/bitching/catch-up session with the girls @ newyorknewyork + dinner with the ac peeps over the weekend will be therapeutic (: meeting up with loves will definitely be sweet. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-308831931384446596?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/308831931384446596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=308831931384446596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/308831931384446596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/308831931384446596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/02/decided-to-blog-since-many-have-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-4290576182277249017</id><published>2007-02-03T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:54:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i disappeared once again. its not like i wanted to, but ever since work started, i havent really had the time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since the internet is up &amp; running now, i shall update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last week, i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spent over 200 bucks (there wasnt any shopping involved)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got involved with someone younger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met up with many people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changed my mind about changing jobs 237535313613283 times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;neglected friends &amp;amp; family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but, monday shall represent a new week. a week where i dedicate more time to friends/family &amp; yoga. i shall convince myself to stick to my job. jialing will, can &amp;amp; shall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to cut my hair (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-4290576182277249017?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4290576182277249017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=4290576182277249017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/4290576182277249017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/4290576182277249017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-i-disappeared-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-5518060646606205183</id><published>2007-01-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:42:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; so i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from my rather long hiatus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see caryn, my bloggie woggie aint dead. heee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, life has been rather hectic, so much so that i lack the time to blog, much less post up photos. due to the presence of a new member in my family, the new computer, i have no music to listen to, no photos to look at ): &amp; the that fact my internet connection has been slowed down due to the earthquake didnt make things any better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s i had to sign in 7325310p2 times before i could type this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at HSBC gives me a myraid of feelings. though the things i do aint exactly of top priority, it still is important. processing letters, walking to the printer, and back again, processing letters... thats what keeps me going during daylight. but thank god for the wonderful company i've got at work, like my new colleague mingkai, and the lunchmates, things arent that bad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work def is rethorical. all of a sudden, i miss twentyninegirl's bitching/pigging out sessions/food-sharing sessions. miss how the rockers used to meet for trainings every wed and sat. but nevermind, shant lament about the past. hopefully stayover this friday would be gooooodddddd (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g`night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-5518060646606205183?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5518060646606205183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=5518060646606205183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/5518060646606205183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/5518060646606205183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-im-back-from-my-rather-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-8688036238748956254</id><published>2006-12-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:36:43.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felt so distressed the past few days, why? Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the phones i was interested in weren't on promo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;though i went job-seeking with rock girls and telle, no one gave me a job cause of my post xmas trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My com momentariily crashed just as i wanted to forward my resume to the consultant my uncle recommended&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but, goodbye unhappiness, helloo (:(:(: thanks to the efficient consultant, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got the job. (:(:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's like the ideal job for me, just what i wanted. muahahhaha. no more futile job searchs. for now, i shall just enjoy the remaining days of total freedom and have fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. i still have this teeny weeny hope that the phones im interested in will be on promo this coming weekend. Santa can you hear me?? heee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-8688036238748956254?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8688036238748956254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=8688036238748956254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/8688036238748956254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/8688036238748956254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/felt-so-distressed-past-few-days-why.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-3946847705551104481</id><published>2006-12-20T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:02:47.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to agencies &amp; banquet with telle today. i hate this, overseas vacations may seem like a privilege. But in cases like job-seeking, it is definitely a hindrance. I really looked forward to working before i left for bangkok. But no, as the day gets nearer and nearer, the consultants are giving me the dreaded reply "Why dont you call me when you come back from your trip?". This simple comment would then have concluded my trip down to the agency as a futile one. So i'd appreciate if anyone who has deals on bank jobs to give me a call, cause i'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; the person who does so (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks sprang a suprise on me today (: it was sweet since it's been ages since i last had a suprise. Thinking that chelle and joce ditched us on today's dinner date, telle and i proceeded to cheap food places, and just as i was about to order, they appeared with my belated birthday gift. The birthday gift was pretty, and best of all, it was all hand-made. (: It may not have been the most expensive gift of the year, but it was definitely one that touched me most. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for that, i love my chicken gang (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shall post up photos some other time, havent had the time to upload photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must, shall and will stop spending. Cashed out another 70 bucks today. It wouldnt have been bad if i had a source of income. But no, distressed, picky me is still wondering the streets in hope of something better. all of a sudden, i wish my relatives worked in banks ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIADI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i promise i didnt forget yr birthday, just that life doesnt come in the form of dates/days for me now. so sorry babe, we'll meet up this sunday okay? love ya sweets (: (realise it's in turqoise? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE ME A DARN JOB ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-3946847705551104481?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3946847705551104481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=3946847705551104481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3946847705551104481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3946847705551104481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-agencies-banquet-with-telle.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-7729707602360512625</id><published>2006-12-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:15:06.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>angst is building up. girls and i have been searching up&amp;down, high&amp;amp;low for a job. and up till today, we have yet to settle for one. It was only till today that i realised everything needs planning. Because we were open to virutally anything that paid well (from cust serv to retail to admin etc), we had so many offers we turned down. So dont be suprised if you see a bunch of distressed girls wondering the streets of orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i was about to bitch about **sa, he called AGAIN, to convince me to join their marketing project. but uhuh, i shant take up a job that has 0 basic profits/pay. Thats the thing with business, stratgey is all that matters. Maybe i'll regret it, maybe i wont. but right now, i've come up with my own strategy (: hopefully, it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;committment, a simple word that means so much more.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had it....&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/29789316-7729707602360512625?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7729707602360512625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=7729707602360512625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7729707602360512625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/7729707602360512625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/angst-is-building-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-1839718292146330213</id><published>2006-12-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:10:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>job-seeking today wasnt exactly easy. I dont understand why agencies love to advertise aggressively just to make you come down for an "interview". &amp; when we actually do go down, foolishly thinking it was because we were shortlisted for the job, we always get turned down with a polite "Are you open to other postions? ..... Thank you, we'll call you again". But guess what, they never really do (well, def not as quickly as perceived). But then again, taking into account the humongous database of jobseekers, i shouldn't raise my expectations too high ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example would be one that advertised "F&amp;B/Cust Serv/Logistics, $6/hr and above... call XXX Agency". And when we went down there on the same day, in anticipation, all we got was "Frankly to tell the truth, because of rising bonuses, many are sticking to their job. Thus, we havent received much, but i'll call you again if i have a suitable assigment" See the irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, the NASA company called all of us back for orientation tmr. I sure hope we get the job, its like the MOST ATTRACTIVE so far (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to be part of the 3% who contribute to NAIRU in S'pore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to be part of the labour force. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-1839718292146330213?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1839718292146330213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=1839718292146330213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/1839718292146330213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/1839718292146330213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/job-seeking-today-wasnt-exactly-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-333766351949343931</id><published>2006-12-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:58:25.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised in the mad torrent of events after my Mauritius trip, i never really had the time to blog. Thus, the temporary hiatus. but fret not! for the bloggie woggie is up &amp; running again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the mauritius trip was my birthday, then prom &amp;amp; a day after that i was in kl. somehow, birthdays become less significant as i grow older. I stil remember how dad &amp; mum would celebrate by organising a party for me with a 2kg Hagen Daz cake. Its not that my parents no longer splurge, but somehow, birthday's just become less important with age. I wish i could return to the days where i'd wake up promptly at 10.04a,  just to sing a song to myself and make a wish, thinking it'd come true if i did so, since i was born at that exact moment several years ago. But birthday this year wasnt so bad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayover at pl's place with carol, cute underwear, the common rings, the plan that was totally flopped in front of me.&lt;/span&gt; It defo made my birthday a memorable one. Plus, my family. the bads/disappointments disappeared as they touched me through and through. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom's always overrated, but nevertheless it was alright. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing friends get high on drinks, changing, wondering around in the wee hours of the morning, being sober yet not being able to walk in a straight line...&lt;/span&gt; it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the kl trip. I have to admit, the trip was defo much much much better than i expected it to be. It really brought me closer to the girls, and for that, im really grateful. (: through this trip, bonds werent only strengthened, it made me see new light. Yes, being the skeptical cynic i am, i never believed relationships our age were really REAL. But through this trip, i was amazed by what the guys did for the girlfriends. Maybe its cause the rock guys are husband material, hurhur. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate fondue, taking turns to cook for one another, domino pizza, the yummilicious cheesecake baked by gary&amp;cf for the twins, daily meals at fastfood joints, movie marathons, late night chats, bluff, pillow fights, squishing 6 girls onto a queen size bed which eventually failed, binging on junk food 247, "kinky", genting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thats all i needed, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; the rock girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(photos some other time yes, couldnt find time to upload them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mango sale today was good! i got 3 tops (: thereafter, the girls and i went on this crazy mad jobseeking frenzy. though we went to several agencies, we had the same reply "Sorry but we havent got many jobs to offer this time of the year, but we'll call you once we have jobs". There you go, it then makes me wonder, why do they advertise in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job-seeking tmr, i sure hope it'll be fruitful (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;A lá peaceful melodies&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-333766351949343931?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/333766351949343931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=333766351949343931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/333766351949343931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/333766351949343931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-realised-in-mad-torrent-of-events.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-260749022527907499</id><published>2006-11-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:07:14.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; so ALOT happened within the 5/6 days while i was away. yes, another one of the rock girls is officially attached. i remember as rock was coming to an end, the guys used to make fun and separate the singles &amp;amp; the attached. while i was banished and supposedly only allowed to talk to those from my league, i realised this league has been reduced to 2 of us. from a group of divided individuals, the group dwindled to a close bunch. and slowly, one by one, the girls found their true love. so it seems, college is the breeding ground for couples. silly cheryl couldnt tell me the whole story in time, so hopefully, tmr will be a fun filled story day with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i realised how close pl and i are. she's probably the only true close buddy who has stuck by me for 7 whole years. ups&amp;downs, twists&amp;amp;turns are part of the many pieces of puzzle we've made, but like every little crack in a puzzle, this is what makes it special. for that, im thankful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i dont know why im writing this since she doesnt read blogs. its a random feeling. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for Hot Yoga (yoga that is conducted under 37 degrees celcius) and it was tiring! body-jamming tmr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-260749022527907499?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/260749022527907499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=260749022527907499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/260749022527907499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/260749022527907499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-alot-happened-within-56-days-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-8411158319921149963</id><published>2006-11-29T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:14:34.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOO world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to MAURITIUS though short, was probably the best post A-level therapy. Packed into jet planes, we were banished into the vast seas of the Indian Ocean. Being away from the hustle &amp; bustle of city life was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fckingFUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was THE life, the one of which was lived in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so honeymoon-ish, at least much more than i expected. so the moment we plonked our heavy luggages into the room, we were welcomed by bathrooms with no doors. Yes, this sounds kinda primitive but trust me, it was so beautifully furnished. Instead of doors, they had blinds; blinds that covered the side of the bathtub that extended into the bathroom. Even the toilet lights were dimmers. It made me wonder how many babies were made there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost everyday was spent waking up to a beautiful sunny day, having breakfast with my fav chocolate waffles and poached eggs. We would then hit the beach after that, doing a variety of sea sports, such as water skiing and snorkelling. &amp; each day ended with a visit to the spa, walking into saunas, soaking in jaccuzis with half naked women. plusss, we had fine dining every night; french cuisine, asian buffet, gala night etc. everything was so unbelievable. now that im back to reality, i miss the way how we had daily dinners by the pool &amp; how the waiters would carry our plates back with us. THAT was how excellent the service was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the first thing we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage5-outatsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage5-outatsea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paddle-boating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage-waterskiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/collage-waterskiing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;water skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4672-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4672-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4671-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4671-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MAURITIUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/29789316-8411158319921149963?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8411158319921149963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=8411158319921149963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/8411158319921149963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/8411158319921149963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/11/helloo-world-trip-to-mauritius-though.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6730969398934035373</id><published>2006-11-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:15:11.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sacriface i made, waking up at 7am today when i could have just slept in to nurse the eyebags was all worthwhile. went for the true yoga trial with caroline and pl today, specifically the Sun Salutation class was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooh-lala&lt;/span&gt; (: So pl and i are officially members of True Yoga. the facilities are super duper uber good! ahh cant wait to start yoga-ing in january (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped with mum after that. and it was nice! bought the stuff i needed for the MAURITIUS trip. thinking about it just puts a smile on my face. It'll be a full-force tanning/beachy vacation. i'll bronze away my white epidermis x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/Mauritius_Natur21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/Mauritius_Natur21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sun, sea + sand = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4512-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 345px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/jialing_love/IMG_4512-me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;alright, ive got to pack now! enjoy the hols fellow peeps! till then, TATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caryn:&lt;/span&gt;  hope you're reading this. Dont help me collect the thingy when you return to school on the 29th yepp, i'll collect it myself. Thanks anyway! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-6730969398934035373?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6730969398934035373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6730969398934035373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6730969398934035373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6730969398934035373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/11/sacriface-i-made-waking-up-at-7am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-3459023839801125252</id><published>2006-11-23T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:48:42.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS OVER! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29789316-3459023839801125252?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3459023839801125252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=3459023839801125252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3459023839801125252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/3459023839801125252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-2445222658992497356</id><published>2006-11-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:03:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so finally, the wait is coming to an end. yes, i can just smell the sweet pungent aroma of freedom and man does it feeel goood. jocelyn's call suddenly jolted me to the fact that i wasted the past few days frantically finding a job. somehow, there's this big hoohaa about finding a job. Like a whirlpool that has sucked everyone in, it sucked me in too. but i have just decided to remain voluntarily unemployed till i return from my trips. only then will i start earning mooolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in exactly 12 hrs15mins, i'll be part of the 3% who contribute to NAIRU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to hear you stumble when you speak ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or see you walk, with two left feet ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's when I love you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you, endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(such a sweet song)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/29789316-2445222658992497356?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2445222658992497356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=2445222658992497356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/2445222658992497356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/2445222658992497356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-finally-wait-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789316.post-6780754666747801581</id><published>2006-11-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:44:46.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to start a new blog; like how another chapter of my life would begin after the A's. but because my account is screwed upside down inside out, i deleted all my previous posts. so now, blog's nice and clean. ogayy i was supposed to start blogging again only after the A's but i figured, it feels like the A's are already over so it doesnt really matter, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, yesterday's study outing was an utter failure. from 10-6, we combed the not-so-usual places of Singapore. Yes, from bedok, we moved onto raffles city, to suntec, to arab street and to chinatown. it was like a hike. but it was good, cause i found new places to get cheap and nice accessories. (: but the part i loved most, was the ah-boling. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;... i bumped into hengyi at raffles place, which was a oh-so-pleasant suprise! so hengyi, remember to send me the photo okay! (: &amp;amp; set a date soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days and a new chapter would begin. a whole new environment, a whole new life, new friends. somehow, the grass on the other side seems a WHOLE LOT greeener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;honestly tell me that its over&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/29789316-6780754666747801581?l=-intherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6780754666747801581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29789316&amp;postID=6780754666747801581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6780754666747801581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29789316/posts/default/6780754666747801581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-intherain.blogspot.com/2006/11/wanted-to-start-new-blog-like-how.html' title=''/><author><name>jiaLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819370797916892760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
