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  <title>Lingering.</title>
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  <updated>2007-06-20T20:36:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maraschinored:10452</id>
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    <title>maraschinored @ 2007-06-21T04:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T20:34:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-20T20:36:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tis better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;Change of blog address.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of this year so far has been just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skeletalove.blogspot.com"&gt;http://skeletalove.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maraschinored:4989</id>
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    <title>The Pea With Whom I Share A Pod.</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T13:00:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T13:02:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>robots in diguise - the dj's got a gun</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/0000dgky/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="187" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/0000dgky/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie's going back on Thursday so this entry is dedicated to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been encouraging her to change her surname to Tann like mine so we'll really be sisters, but my persuasion skills need some work. Oh goodness. Dawnie. I'm gonna miss you. We go through this everytime you leave&amp;nbsp;because I can never get used to it. We've been friends for like what, over four years? It's been a long ride, and it's been totally awesome and so encouraging that despite everything that's happened; our little tiffs, the calamities that have befallen us, etc, at the end of the day we can still&amp;nbsp;confidently say that we will be there for each other no matter what.&amp;nbsp;We've gotten past the whole thinking alike and&amp;nbsp;completing each other's sentences thing, we've gotten past the bitching and quarrelling, the competing for the same guy kind of shit... But most importantly, we&amp;nbsp;accept&amp;nbsp;each other's flaws and are able to look beyond them, to still love each other without thinking that the other is a burden. And that to me is something I hold very&amp;nbsp;dearly to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that no matter how long you're gone, no matter who comes into my life, you will never ever be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for university, I'm very sure you will make new friends easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maraschinored:4654</id>
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    <title>Pigxation</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T12:04:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-17T12:13:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>scissor sisters - i don't feel like dancing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/0000c3p1/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="300" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/0000c3p1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tomorrow it would be the Year of the Pig, and since I'm in a rather spontaneous mood I shall attempt to write this entry in pig latin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeway upway inway ethay orningmay atway 10 otay ogay orfay ymay anicuremay andway ubsequentlysay entspay ethay olewhay ayday eepingslay ecausebay Iway asway osay oodyblay exhaustedway omfray orkway. Idn'tday etgay otay eesay imhay atway allway incesay ehay asway elpinghay outway ithway ishay amily'sfay eunionray innerday, utbay I'llway ebay oinggay ownday otay ymay orkplaceway aterlay ithway uppersay orfay imhay. Ehhay. Eunionray innerday onsistedcay ofway oastray uckday andway eamboatstay ichwhay asway uckingfay awesomeway asway usualway. Itypay eway onlyway eatway itway onceway away earyay!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayway. Ethay unfay artpay asway AFTERWAY innerday. Ikikay andway Iway antedway otay ogay orfay away okesmay utbay eway ouldn'tcay ogay ownday orfay onay ymerhay orway easonray; ymay ommay ouldway owthray away itfay andway ogay allway uspicioussay osay Iway uggestedsay atthay eway ingbray ymay ousinscay ownstairsday otay ethay aygroundplay. Eway ooktay emthay otay ethay ingssway. Ikikay entway irstfay, ilewhay Iway atchedway emthay. Enthay Iway entway ilewhay Ikikay atchedway emthay. Eway ereway astfay utbay it'sway itequay unsatisfyingway avinghay ustjay oneway ickstay enwhay eway ancay avehay ikelay, eethray? Ikikay andway Iway ecidedday otay ayplay away amegay ithway emthay. Idehay andway eeksay. Eitherway ayway eway ouldcay okesmay anotherway ickstay orway otway andway illstay otnay etgay aughtcay. Itway asway amusingway, otay aysay ethay eastlay. Ikikay andway Iway oldtay emthay eythay adhay entay inutesmay otay idehay, andway ifway eway ouldn'tcay indfay emthay inway ethay extnay entay inutesmay e'dway eetmay atway ethay ingssway. Eythay eldhay onway otay ymay onephay ustjay inway asecay. Eirthay idinghay areaway onsistedcay ofway ethay olewhay oidvay eckday ofway away ockblay, ichwhay isway ettypray ugehay. Enwhay eythay isappearedday, eway otgay intoway ethay iftlay andway entway upway orfay ourway okesmay. Afterway eway ereway oneday eway entway ackbay ownday andway artedstay ourway earchsay utbay ethay idskay ereway onstantlycay angingchay eirthay idinghay acesplay ecausebay eythay awsay usway omingcay atway away istanceday. Enwhay Ikikay inallyfay ottedspay emthay ehay implysay alledcay ymay onephay andway eythay ereway aughtcay. E'reway oinggay ownday againway aterlay otay ayplay arklersspay . URHURHAY. An'tcay aitway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irstfay ayday omorrowtay. It'sway onnagay ebay edioustay. Utbay I'mway inkingthay ofway ethay ashcay ollingray inway andway atthay art'spay awesomeway. E'shay omingcay overway orfay unchlay, enthay e'reway oinggay otay isitvay ishay elativesray andway it'sway ackbay otay inesmay orfay innerday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my head's starting to hurt. I shall stop the pig latin thing now. I'm gonna be really fat by the end of Lunar New Year. All the pineapple tarts, bak kwa, pork floss! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.</content>
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    <title>VD=Venereal Diseases.</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T09:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T09:03:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>placebo - i know</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I have never been a Valentine's Day lover;&amp;nbsp;it's an irritatingly&amp;nbsp;commercialised excuse of a day for people to spend money in the name of love. Haha. Jon agrees wholeheartedly with me, but he too got sucked into it. Quite the romantic ah Jon!&amp;nbsp;(;&amp;nbsp;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my significant other at Rogues, 1NS's sister outlet.&lt;br /&gt;Swanky place, yummy tapas.&lt;br /&gt;Met Sal and Jonan for a bit afterward before rushing home.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, that the VDay presents I received were very satisfactory. They came in&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;small turquoise square bags. Go figure. He was prolly equally satisfied with his VDay gift from me. The look on his face when he realised what I bought him made my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at 6, not really looking forward to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fucking Thursdays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really lazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Strengthening Bridges</title>
    <published>2007-02-09T08:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-09T10:46:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the go find - new year</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/0000b4sw/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="231" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/0000b4sw/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Pioneer yesterday after my show at Marsiling Secondary to visit my favourite old man. It was awesome, I had his undivided attention for a grand total of half an hour, after which I was vying with his laptop and the other teachers for his attention. It was good catching up, I realise&amp;nbsp;I tend to get school- sick. Heh. He was particularly indulgent and affectionate yesterday; prolly because he hasn't replaced me yet! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Eng Cern and Lin at Renn Thai at Suntec City, then went down to CHIJMES to look for Nana and Desmond at Hog's Breath via Citilink where I ran into Cons who was working at New Urban Male. Anyway. Nana and Des looked super duper adorable in their uniforms, especially Nana. She still has that blur look she used to have in school even when she's working! We have an agreement to go for drinks at Cafe Del Mar but when that'll happen, I have no idea. Hopefully next week. Drinks with Paul at Le Baroque again, then home sweet home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Chinese New Year shopping with my mom on Wednesday, we had good mother-daughter bonding time. My mom's really mellowing because she's growing older, and I love her all old and everything. She's no longer as fiesty, just grumpy like Grumpy from Snow White which is tres cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed&amp;nbsp;'Happiness' at Serangoon JC on Tuesday and had lunch with Jaesh after; he was a riot as usual. Fucking fucking funny to just listen to him shoot his mouth off. Seriously. Mention "Hougang" to him and hear him go on and on. I'm always tickled when he starts his nonsense. Our conversations would be him saying something then me just laughing. Pretty much his own monologue. Awesome. He&amp;nbsp;commented that if he becomes a comedian he'd pay me to sit in front during his shows and laugh at everything he says because I laugh the minute he opens his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VDay is coming. -_- I don't know what to get Paul. Prolly a bag and a couple of teeshirts? Not forgetting a batch of double chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki's show is tomorrow. He&amp;nbsp;claims that whether I go down or not is my prerogative but yes I&amp;nbsp;know I have to support him because firstly that's what sisters do, and secondly he supported me at my gigs so.&amp;nbsp;And his is a competition. Some inter-school band thing at Inouva&amp;nbsp;JC. Ho hum. They got into the&amp;nbsp;semi's, and finals are tomorrow too. Not forgetting Chelsea's birthday celebration with the usual bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Bangkok trip&amp;nbsp;postponed thanks to the Thai socio-political scene. ):&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>In Pretty Vacant</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T10:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T10:59:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>robots in disguise - la nuit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00009q9c/"&gt;&lt;img height="158" width="220" align="middle" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00009q9c" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Robots In Disguise. Electro-punk, not unlike Le Tigre.&amp;nbsp;Very catchy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance at First Toa Payoh was&amp;nbsp;bad, in my opinion, but the&amp;nbsp;response from the students was good&amp;nbsp;and the teacher-in-charge was praising us to no end. That was when I realised, that we were no longer in SYF. One person's performance does not matter so long as the package as a whole has high entertainment value. Pretty amazing shit, but hey that doesn't mean I can slack off. Went back to Commonwealth afterward. It has been so long. The only people I recognised were the drinks stall uncle and auntie. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonka asked me to go to his D&amp;amp;D with him yesterday&amp;nbsp;but I was so exhausted from work at 1ns and the assembly show that I fell asleep mid afternoon. Didn't buy a new dress, AND I woke up at 1830, which was the time we were supposed TO MEET at Meritus. It was horrible. I jumped into the shower and called a cab, threw on an old black dress&amp;nbsp;and corduroy jacket, and slipped my feet into my stilettos.&amp;nbsp;Did my makeup in the cab, etc, BUT I managed to arrive in time. D&amp;amp;Ds always start&amp;nbsp;late because everyone is late anyways.&amp;nbsp;Was not underdressed; thank goodness.&amp;nbsp;The D&amp;amp;D reminded me of prom, actually. And Wonka was the perfect gentleman last night. Heh. Opened the door for me, pulled out my chair,&amp;nbsp;the perfect date. Too bad he's already spoken for. Yes Wonka, I will continue to be your shield in your times of need. Hurhur. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's not going to Bangkok so it's gonna be just Sal and I. Dawnnnnnnnnn you suck la. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just baked 2 batches of fudge brownies, gonna bring them to work later. Delish. Even my mom and godmom said they were good. Heh.</content>
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    <title>Lazing Around Wednesday</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T07:55:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-01T07:56:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>robots in disguise - turn it up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00008s5d/"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="" width="300" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00008s5d" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My off-day was pretty awesome. Went down to town to meet Dawnie and got the bracelet, courtesy of my special someone. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We met Sal for a bit, and headed to Balcony Bar simply because it&amp;nbsp;was convenient (unlike Cafe Del Mar which is completely out of the way), and it is open 24 hours. I'm drinking a lot nowadays.&amp;nbsp;I have to have a drink&amp;nbsp;once a day or I'll feel&amp;nbsp;like something is missing. Heh.&amp;nbsp;Dawn had&amp;nbsp;Flame, a jelly cocktail and it was sooooooo yummy.&amp;nbsp;Meeting Dawnie after so long was nice; there's always so much to say, and we still finish each others' sentences or say the same thing at the same time. It was a good chill out time for us, although we kinda overdosed on each other and got a little bored after&amp;nbsp;5 hours. Waited for him to finish work and&amp;nbsp;had another round (or two?) of drinks. Supper at Coffee Club across the street, then home sweet home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm going to Bangkok next week for 4 days. Haha! Dawnie, Sal and I were talking last night and it was a sudden decision. Hopefully nothing pops up to ruin our plans and everything goes smoothly. Can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama rehearsal this morning, we have 5 shows next week. Really intense, so I can't work at 1ns at night because sleep is essential. Ah well.&amp;nbsp;So many things to do, so little time! No sleep tonight, and I've gotta bake cookies for my colleagues now&amp;nbsp;so they'll be ready by the time&amp;nbsp;I leave for work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I Can't Believe It</title>
    <published>2007-01-30T08:48:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T08:48:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>shakira - hips don't lie feat. wyclef jean (bamboo remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The response was great.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget my lines.&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn was so into her role that she cried.&lt;br /&gt;I was so into my role I laughed when I poured ketchup over her head.&lt;br /&gt;We got ketchup everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it was fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The adrenaline rush was so fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... We're performing again on Friday at First Toa Payoh&amp;nbsp;Secondary; not 'Wounded' (a play about bullying in school) but 'Happiness Is Just A Click Away' (a play about teenagers surfing porn). And I'm working on Thursday night till 3ish, 4AM. Which means I will be getting minimal sleep. I haven't memorised my lines... I need to get my act together. Mrs Crothers has been tellings us that we are no longer student actors. We are professionals who are paid to perform and thus we must rise up to the occasion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work later.&lt;br /&gt;And... Maybe Cafe Del Mar with Dawnie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Nana's working at Hog's Breath with Desmond, which I think is tres cute.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I get my first paycheck because I have been eyeing a particular Tiffany bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.</content>
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    <title>Attack Of The Nerves</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T07:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T07:42:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>placebo - centrefolds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00007ssw/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="159" align="middle" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00007ssw/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first assembly show is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;What if I forget my lines?!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done this in way too long.&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal's at 4PM, hope I can get everything down, from the script to the blocking.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not &lt;em&gt;that bad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'll embarass myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In front of 1000 teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;Who are in a secondary school at the other end of the country.&lt;br /&gt;Who I'll never see again.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Brain Drain</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T20:42:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T20:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Mom&amp;nbsp;wasn't happy&amp;nbsp;so I didn't go down to Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;Wound up sleeping (more) instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to memorise AND internalise both my scripts by 10AM.&lt;br /&gt;Our first performance is at Damai Secondary on 30/01/07.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little jittery. Haven't done theatre in really long and I'm horribly rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Work later, and there's a whole bunch of things to memorise for work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work early on&amp;nbsp;Monday because I had dinner with Rizal at Funan, and&amp;nbsp;I spent my time sitting at the bar watching Hasli and Rizal&amp;nbsp;practice their flairing, quizzing them on the contents of the different cocktails/shooters.&amp;nbsp;It was interesting because&amp;nbsp;I know nuts about alcohol and I would never get a chance to ask them during the busier hours.&amp;nbsp;I never knew&amp;nbsp;that Boddingtons is an ale.&amp;nbsp;Neither do I know what the cocktails have in them. There are so many! With such strange names too. Like E-poo. The most complicated cocktails that I have to memorise so far are... Boston Beach Party and the Singapore Sling. They consist of so&amp;nbsp;many different liquors. The shooters are easy. Try Cock Sucking Cowboy. It's&amp;nbsp;a mix of butterscotch and Baileys. Yum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've got plenty of reading up to do.&amp;nbsp;I reckon Wikipedia's gonna be a&amp;nbsp;good friend. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Only Because.</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T12:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T08:51:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>baby shambles - fuck forever</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00002zqd/"&gt;&lt;img height="227" alt="" width="255" align="middle" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/maraschinored/pic/00002zqd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how blogger keeps fucking up so I decided it was time to make &lt;b&gt;the switch&lt;/b&gt;. Memories will be kept memories and hopefully this will be a less fucked up system for me. It has been so long since I've actually paused while typing to think of the next thing to say; with my blogspot it was always bambambam because I was so afraid it would die on me half way and I would be faced with an error page. This feels pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger=Old, LJ=New. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Nicks, the sole reason why I should switch to LJ is because it's more indie which is SUCH an indiesnob thing to say. He was kidding of course, but personally I don't really like the whole indie thing that's been going on much because it's like indie is the new emo (omg I'm thinking of QC). Remember when everyone was into the dress black/sex bands and eyeliner/black plastic specs thing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people feel a need to prove how indie they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I'm really mainstream.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like r&amp;amp;b and hiphop, and I listen to half the shit they play on the radio. I'm not afraid to admit it. I remember some QC strip I was reading about the best band ever... If the band's obscure-ness is indication of its greatness then the best indie band does not exist. Everyone starts off as an unknown and I suppose at one point even the Backstreet Boys were indie. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving a drink. &lt;br /&gt;A strawberry daiquiri. &lt;br /&gt;Or a smoothie. &lt;br /&gt;A strawberry one blended with bananas and non-fat frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;ARRGH!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bite with Adrian and Jon at Chinatown yesterday after my thing. They were really sweet, I told them multiple times that they could go off first but they stayed through the whole thing. &amp;lt;3 We were sitting at&amp;nbsp;a kolo mee shop&amp;nbsp;that sells the most amazing fish soup&amp;nbsp;and there was this German tourist sitting at the next table. Jon struck up a conversation with him; the man mentioned he lives in Thailand and the conversation immediately shifted to Thaksin and the straining of diplomatic ties between Singapore and Thailand after Thaksin's visit. And then Jon asked which part of Germany he came from, and when he said West Germany, Adrian and I were already thinking of the high rate of unemployment in East Germany (the German guy said up to 20%) that has impeded WG's economic growth because all the money WG is making simply goes to supporting EG, while Jon talked to him about the Soviet rule that left EG weak and backward. My most intellectual conversation to date! It's been awhile. The incident yesterday is evidence that what is learned is school does not go to waste! I miss school a lottttttt. Gosh I can't wait to go back to school. The A's results are estimated to be released in 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the whole day away, only waking up sporadically for food. I feel like an overfed larva and I bet I look that way too, not unlike the baby in Roald Dahl's short story 'Royal Jelly'. Perhaps my body is preparing for the battle ahead- work from Thursday till Sunday. There's no work tonight and Comedy Week's started; almost all the staff are working because it's expected to be a madhouse. I woke up this morning with so many plans but all of them were cancelled. Even my weekly Ladies Night with Sal, because she's exhausted from her competition the day before. Adrian just called, so I reckon I'll be making my way down to Zouk to join him and Jon. I initially declined because I decided I'll stay in and continue nuah-ing, but Adrian used emotional blackmail. After the two boys (together with Chel) proved how nice they were yesterday by sitting with me and waiting, I couldn't&lt;i&gt; possibly&lt;/i&gt; say no to him. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;On a more shocking note, an ex schoolmate called and asked if I wanted to go clubbing with her tonight. Dawnie and I viewed this invitation with the greatest of suspicions. We never really hung out with her when we were in school and the invitation seemed too sudden and too strange for words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how things go later.</content>
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