<?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-3150411784876498992</id><updated>2012-02-25T18:12:12.632+08:00</updated><category term='amorphous'/><category term='ramblings about life'/><category term='TO DO'/><category term='dedication'/><category term='happypost'/><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SSGApYBDrNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Tumiir1SlVQ/s320/P7212210.JPG'/><category term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'>testify to love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-8826210905936045930</id><published>2011-06-17T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:32:29.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 will be over in no time</title><content type='html'>Yes it is June. Things have changed once again and I twinge at the fact that I am an adult. Strange. About time to update the people who are constantly worrying about my studies. I passed my semester! (I think so..?) 4 more semesters to go and I can afford to fail 2 more times so, cross my fingers and hope to graduate. Time for a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the song 'Don't pay the ferry man' on the radio this morning during breakfast and thought of B-man, and the bump-boat rides with the laser sailors towards ubin with our bicycles. Sweet memories. Maybe time to plan my next cycling trip? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I'm heading to Boston for the Tam Family Reunion 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8826210905936045930?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8826210905936045930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8826210905936045930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8826210905936045930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8826210905936045930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2011/06/2011-will-be-over-in-no-time.html' title='2011 will be over in no time'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3047217950195399650</id><published>2011-03-18T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:16:04.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's march already</title><content type='html'>Somedays I wish I could be and au pair for my 100 hour compulsory internship. Just can't focus on studying for my consumer behavior test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Malagasy friend who studies in Tokyo came to Singapore to take shelter from the radiation and the mess for a while.. So awesome to meet a friend after 8 years. She hasn't changed much at all.. and one day, I will travel to Madagascar and maybe meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tests next week, 2 presentations and 1 report week after, 1 more report week after that and then exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3047217950195399650?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3047217950195399650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3047217950195399650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3047217950195399650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3047217950195399650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-march-already.html' title='it&apos;s march already'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-8481169010733618339</id><published>2011-03-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:57:17.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace Yves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8481169010733618339?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8481169010733618339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8481169010733618339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8481169010733618339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8481169010733618339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/rest-in-peace-yves.html' title='Rest in peace Yves.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7352968627085940956</id><published>2011-02-12T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:17:48.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's feb 2011</title><content type='html'>This week I started work at sumo salad. And I love it. I love the fact that I can tell myself I'm working and earning money. The work is fun too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is gonna get a bit busier the next few weeks.. The projects, tests, assignments. We'll see how things go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach today and I had a great time. The sun the breeze the sand the company the sea the weather awesome. Oh, and I went to chin mee chin for breakfast with mummy. It was so fun and the food was good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so late I should be in bed. Goodnight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7352968627085940956?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7352968627085940956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7352968627085940956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7352968627085940956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7352968627085940956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-feb-2011.html' title='It&apos;s feb 2011'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5342076894550172944</id><published>2011-01-07T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:57:41.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!</title><content type='html'>I'm missing Namibia at the moment. School has started and I opted to do 3 modules this semester, firstly because I want to try to pull my grades up after failing the previous one, and secondly because I don't think I can handle more. However, I do think I want to find a flexi part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a gig with UDC today for SCDF's HQ dinner, at Zouk. Enjoyed it lots. I want to learn the toys, like the cowbell, agogo bell and other hand percussion stuff. Carrying that big drum across my left shoulder is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year! 7 days late. Lots to look forward to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5342076894550172944?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5342076894550172944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5342076894550172944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5342076894550172944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5342076894550172944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7422357460751433019</id><published>2010-12-27T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:30:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2010, goodbye 2010, hello 2011.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe 2010 is coming to an end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January to April I was mostly in school, but went to China for ASC in March. It was close to exams and smack in the middle of the main presentation weeks. Summer holidays started after exams, and I went for Sydney at the end of May to get some training in strong winds. Went to Kiel in June for first selection trials. Back in Singapore for a rest in July and then in August, we went to Weymouth, UK for second trials. September was spent in Singapore, where I trained under Mark Plummer. I think sometime in October I went to Perth for the AG training camp. November in China. End of November I flew to Africa. Spent the early part of December in Namibia, with dad and a 4x4. Now i'm gonna have to prepare for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been in school for 8 months now and it's going to be a challenge to step back in esp since I kinda flunked my last sem in school. Looking forward to it, but kinda uncertain at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year ended well and I'll take my lessons with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7422357460751433019?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7422357460751433019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7422357460751433019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7422357460751433019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7422357460751433019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-2010-goodbye-2010-hello-2011.html' title='hello 2010, goodbye 2010, hello 2011.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5065885855891622101</id><published>2010-12-18T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:47:50.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby seals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/TQzHEV0WFcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/l8zM30hvJhQ/s1600/seals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/TQzHEV0WFcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/l8zM30hvJhQ/s400/seals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552031318031078850" 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/3150411784876498992-5065885855891622101?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5065885855891622101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5065885855891622101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5065885855891622101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5065885855891622101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-seals.html' title='baby seals'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/TQzHEV0WFcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/l8zM30hvJhQ/s72-c/seals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-4169025136023163064</id><published>2010-09-19T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:28:53.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seem what I'm trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;you make things, better.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the day is,&lt;br /&gt;if you're here, it's better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4169025136023163064?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4169025136023163064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4169025136023163064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4169025136023163064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4169025136023163064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/seem-what-im-trying-to-say-is-you-make.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-202743487332791065</id><published>2010-09-11T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:32:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss cycling at Pulau Ubin</title><content type='html'>I know I've said this many times this year, but I'm saying it again. Why do I have to say it so many times? Haha. Anyway. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr marks the beginning of new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many exciting things to look forward to. One thing I have to remember: We work for what we want. This year is a test for me and I know I'm currently doing very well. Hope to pass with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side track.. question: Should I go to Namibia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange feeling I'm feeling happy deep inside me but so tired physically. Maybe it was a mistake to cycle for 5 hours today. Yawn. Waking up at 8am tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-202743487332791065?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/202743487332791065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=202743487332791065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/202743487332791065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/202743487332791065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/miss-cycling-at-pulau-ubin.html' title='Miss cycling at Pulau Ubin'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3357072667112947430</id><published>2010-09-04T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:43:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love reading. just saying.</title><content type='html'>rarely do you see people wear "little miss ____" shirts that actually suit them. for example, skinny girls wearing a "little miss greedy" shirt. but you know... the "little miss naughty" shirt was MADE for nastasha. she was born to wear it. i'm not sure why she loves inflicting pain on me every single time she sees me. do i have a face that says "please hurt me"? little imp. kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few months, i felt myself making slow progress in my drumming. the last two weeks, however, i could feel some difference in the way i play. james is so patient and i really love his lessons. having a good teacher/coach makes a whole lot of difference to a student and i really thank god that i have such a great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one difference that i felt in the way i play was my ability to control all four limbs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by listening to the sound it creates&lt;/span&gt;. (that is different from the ability to play on a drum set using all four limbs) it's like hardwiring a sound to a movement. so when you want to hear a sound you automatically play it without having to think about it. it's easy to do with your dominant leg and both hands, but the non-dominant leg is always a bit more retarded. so i've been praticing a lot more with my super retarded left leg and i'm having a lot of fun. being able to play 4 different beats with my 4 limbs at the same time to create what i'd call 'music' (perhaps to my ears only haha) is very fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i noticed about the way i learn, when it comes to drumming, is that i learn better by listening rather than seeing. but.. am i at all ready for a level 4 ANZCA exam? i'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all need some excitement in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3357072667112947430?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3357072667112947430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3357072667112947430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3357072667112947430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3357072667112947430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-reading-just-saying.html' title='i love reading. just saying.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-8700368679530054138</id><published>2010-09-02T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:40:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful lobster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's a lobster. A beautiful lobster. She's a lobster. But I don't mind .&lt;br /&gt;And I eat﻿ her. Said I eat her. Beautiful lobster. But I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this on youtube while enjoying one of my erm.. ear candies. Now I can't listen to the song properly anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8700368679530054138?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8700368679530054138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8700368679530054138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8700368679530054138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8700368679530054138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/beautiful-lobster.html' title='Beautiful lobster'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-4161226346815975652</id><published>2010-08-30T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:01:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>songs about love does nothing but harm&lt;br /&gt;we need more songs about grace and truth&lt;br /&gt;why can't life be a bit more simple.. not that i think it's complicated. i just feel so helpless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side of life, i have taken a break from school this semester and i think i really need it, whether i'll be sailing or not. at the end of this year, i'll need to craft a master plan for the next 2 years of my life. venture into something new and different and finally, hopefully, if time allows, focus on my drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go on exchange next year or 2012. i have to complete my 100 hour internship. and 80 hours of cip. o.m.g. sio-b-han, you better see through whatever path you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll grunt through this year and do my best best best best best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not the only sad one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4161226346815975652?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4161226346815975652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4161226346815975652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4161226346815975652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4161226346815975652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/songs-about-love-does-nothing-but-harm.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7857627108805528750</id><published>2010-08-23T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:50:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Learn to shut up. It will help me. I always tell myself that, but never seem to learn at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions decisions. What is the best decision. It's always the hardest one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7857627108805528750?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7857627108805528750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7857627108805528750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7857627108805528750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7857627108805528750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5792912361946233057</id><published>2010-08-22T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:18:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some days I wish I could just disconnect from everything I know. Just for a little while. Maybe I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5792912361946233057?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5792912361946233057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5792912361946233057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5792912361946233057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5792912361946233057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-i-wish-i-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-8122318855988015751</id><published>2010-08-08T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:06:02.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The same music playing in macs.</title><content type='html'>Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than halfway through the most interesting year in my life yet. (I think that of the year every year.) Life only gets more interesting doesn't it? If not it'll be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how.. one thing can so greatly affect another. I wonder how much I'll remember of my life now, 20 years down the road. I barely remember incidents or people from primary sch, secondary sch and junior college. Or even my first 2 years in uni. We live for the now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one gives a shit about the past, much. Or do they? I think no one really gives a shit about (on a personal level) a person's past except the person himself. I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's light wind today.. maybe about 10 knots. Craig gave us the option of taking a day off or a short sail on our own. Dawn and I opted for rest! Yay. The other 470s went sailing but they probably won't be out long. Racing starts tmr.. I can't wait. I really love racing. That's one thing I learnt about myself in this few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This regatta marks the beginning of good things. No matter what the outcome, it will be the start of something. I am excited either way. Take things with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile. Life's not that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8122318855988015751?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8122318855988015751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8122318855988015751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8122318855988015751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8122318855988015751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/same-music-playing-in-macs.html' title='The same music playing in macs.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-8621430886069907711</id><published>2010-08-07T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:56:35.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Weymouth 2</title><content type='html'>HEY SOUL SISTA!!! (playing everyday at Macdonalds...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th day in Weymouth. Sailing has been pretty good the past few days and the weather's been very nice to us. We're announcing REST DAY for ourselves tmr so we're just gonna have a quiet relaxing day before racing starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's birthday is coming up in 2 days. Happy birthday in advance! erm, dear Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading my first thriller/mystery.. The girl with the dragon tattoo. So far (1/3 into the book) it's quite good!! Going back to read now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8621430886069907711?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8621430886069907711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8621430886069907711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8621430886069907711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8621430886069907711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-from-weymouth-2.html' title='Hello from Weymouth 2'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5191777759694712914</id><published>2010-07-23T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:06:42.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say a little prayer for you.</title><content type='html'>Things to do the moment I touch my boat (if I go to Weymouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fix gasket&lt;br /&gt;- fix centreboard&lt;br /&gt;- fix topping lift rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good 2 weeks break from sailing and it is great to be back on water this week. I went for an interview to join this drum crew that I've always wanted to join and I got in. It is fun, but hard work too though. Good hobby to help de-stress when needed. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that, people who watch a lot of TV have a higher tendency to give people the middle finger on the road. I should watch more TV!!! (Or less.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited about August. Possibly Weymouth, YOG and I'll also have to decide whether I'll go to school or not next sem. Did gym today and really tired now. Working the whole day tmr. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5191777759694712914?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5191777759694712914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5191777759694712914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5191777759694712914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5191777759694712914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-say-little-prayer-for-you.html' title='I say a little prayer for you.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7819161227546917970</id><published>2010-07-14T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:12:31.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when things don't go your way,</title><content type='html'>remember God has a plan for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm meeting a friend tmr at, in his words, Shitty Hall after he finishes his run at tentatively 7 plus. And tmr we will confirm.com. I need that. Just chill. out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have been passing so fast. Just a while back we were in China, and now we're halfway into July. It's exciting... all the things I see ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been learning these drum sequences and I think I'm going to dream of 1, 1, 1, 12, 1, 1, 12, 12, 1, 1, 1, 1. . .. ... beep beep beep beep, boom boom, beep, boom, beep, boom, beep, boom, boom. dong dong dong dongdongdong dong dong dong dong dong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to do my first gig. Wonder when that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the plan is for me, it doesn't matter. You win some you lose some, you get some you don't get some. And such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;just need you to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7819161227546917970?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7819161227546917970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7819161227546917970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7819161227546917970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7819161227546917970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-things-dont-go-your-way.html' title='when things don&apos;t go your way,'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-1008856006698685447</id><published>2010-07-02T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:50:58.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody's looking for a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Searching for an answer on a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's got to be a blue sky out there to see&lt;br /&gt;A blue sky waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym was very uneventful but feels good to be back in gym anyway. Ok. Dinner now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1008856006698685447?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1008856006698685447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1008856006698685447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1008856006698685447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1008856006698685447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/07/everybodys-looking-for-blue-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-201597358747779770</id><published>2010-06-28T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T05:07:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at least there's ice cream</title><content type='html'>it's sad when u're jet lagged and feeling hungry at 4.45am and can't heat up a rice dumpling properly and there's no soy sauce nor sugar at home to eat it with. cold dumpling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just ate a mushroom though. and that was good. can't believe my luck with the soy sauce and sugar though. cold dumpling without soy sauce and sugar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind going parachuting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just heard the newspaper man throwing today's newspaper to my doorstep. it is really early. i think i should just stay awake for the next 14-15 hours or so and then i can sleep properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, it's ice cream and tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-201597358747779770?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/201597358747779770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=201597358747779770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/201597358747779770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/201597358747779770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-least-theres-ice-cream.html' title='at least there&apos;s ice cream'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5583665394080481545</id><published>2010-06-27T04:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:53:48.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain will go away, and then i'll see the sunshine</title><content type='html'>Today feels a bit worse than Jan 18, 2008, from memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in life, we have to go through very rough patches for us to understand what is the most important thing in the end. Life itself. Your dreams, goals, ambitions and everything else becomes so unimportant. Sometimes it really doesn't matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months I've been questioning my own judgment and decisions on things, but I have zero doubt I have made the right decision today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is some rest and some breakfast soon. I don't mind a massage and some hot tea. And a chicken avocado sandwich. And a scone if possible. A slice of Sara's quiche would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hello world, I'm back in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5583665394080481545?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5583665394080481545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5583665394080481545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5583665394080481545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5583665394080481545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/rain-will-go-away-and-then-ill-see.html' title='The rain will go away, and then i&apos;ll see the sunshine'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2493627515658001009</id><published>2010-06-15T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:11:38.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Kiel</title><content type='html'>After packing my luggage, I took my luggage and my turtles to the car and headed for dinner. Right after that I went to the airport, check-ed in and boarded the plane. (My turtles will be in good hands for the next 10 days. Hope to see them happy and bigger when I get back. Thanks Sam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 hours later, after the best flight ever in my entire life, I arrived in the land of everything orange. Orange toilet paper, orange container warehouse guest vest. I went into the toilet at the airport and saw 2 men inside, a toilet cleaner and a man in suit. But then, it WAS the ladies. After I came out of the toilet, I realised that the man in the suit was also a toilet cleaner. Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking the containers didn't take too long! We had a total of 20 hands and 7 brains and 3 muscular bodies, and a bonus super muscular Finn sailor with us. Unpacking indoors in cool weather is just so nice. Beats packing in Singapore, sometimes in rain, sometimes in killer sunshine, always in heat. After that we said bye bye to the windsurfers and bye bye Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Australian coach, who works for Singapore, was driving a French plated car, with an New South Wales trailer, with 3 Singaporeans on board, driving from Holland to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 24 hours of travelling, we're here in Kiel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2493627515658001009?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2493627515658001009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2493627515658001009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2493627515658001009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2493627515658001009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-in-kiel.html' title='I&apos;m in Kiel'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5288849450526328697</id><published>2010-06-13T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:42:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around comes back around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5288849450526328697?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5288849450526328697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5288849450526328697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5288849450526328697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5288849450526328697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='what goes around comes back around'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2652246833319231551</id><published>2010-06-10T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:59:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes around goes around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2652246833319231551?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2652246833319231551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2652246833319231551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2652246833319231551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2652246833319231551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-comes-around-goes-around.html' title='what comes around goes around'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-579301596750411320</id><published>2010-06-03T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:16:26.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby talk</title><content type='html'>fon look! i drawed my daddy. yes that's him, with chicken pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Font, lily a park! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a b c d e f g, a i j k ello mellow p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinkle.... tinkle... lil star...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-579301596750411320?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/579301596750411320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=579301596750411320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/579301596750411320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/579301596750411320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-talk.html' title='baby talk'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5402880318261690147</id><published>2010-05-28T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:41:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi from Hornsby = hi from home.</title><content type='html'>I know this is long due. Now I have some time to just sit and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Liz's = Coming home. I love home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park this morning on Tara's command. That's when I realised how much I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to the club from home for the first time. I've forgotten how nice it is to drive the Mitsubishi. Feels like 10pm here even though it's only 7pm now. The sun set at around 5.30pm. Eating a caramel slice that Liz made. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all just need a little timeout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my turtles to the vet before I left singapore and one's not well at all. :( He/she needs her 2 injections today.. and on Sunday again. Please get well soon T1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara just threw a whole shoebox full of chrysanthemum petals onto the carpet! Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5402880318261690147?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5402880318261690147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5402880318261690147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5402880318261690147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5402880318261690147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-from-hornsby-hi-from-home.html' title='Hi from Hornsby = hi from home.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-179630492999393587</id><published>2010-05-10T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:58:02.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aryana Qaisara</title><content type='html'>I went to the hospital this afternoon, and saw the most beautiful newborn drinking milk. She managed to finish all her 45ml of milk for the first time since she was born. Aryana Qaisara. She may have 2 holes in her heart, dilated kidneys, an imperforate anus, and probably Down's Syndrome, but she's brave and she's beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried her for the first time today and she slept soundly in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S-gQPiZe8CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZihChkaDHHk/s1600/aryana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S-gQPiZe8CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZihChkaDHHk/s400/aryana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469639606559240226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and happy. But at the same time, I felt so helpless. I wish I could do something to help her, and make her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 day old, she went through surgery, and there are 3 more to go if all goes well. She already got herself a bravery award!! I wish and hope she will be happy no matter what, and I love her so much so much so much. That is all I can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-179630492999393587?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/179630492999393587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=179630492999393587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/179630492999393587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/179630492999393587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/05/aryana-qaisara.html' title='Aryana Qaisara'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S-gQPiZe8CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZihChkaDHHk/s72-c/aryana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-1238396228954465069</id><published>2010-04-22T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:50:36.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 22nd April</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, life goes by in a flash. The last post, I had 6 days to exams. Exams were over 2 days ago. Just finished reading My Steve by Terri Irwin. Terri's honesty was felt through her words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes books can make you feel so small an insignificant, not in a bad way, but in a way that makes you reflect in the things you do or say, or make you think of what you can/want achieve to make a difference in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find this page again after I finished reading the book. It kinda stood out to me.&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I met him, Steve refused to let me dress or have anything to do with any of his wounds. He didn't even like to talk about his injuries. I think this was a legacy from his years alone in the bush. He had his own approach to being injured, and called it 'the goanna theory'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you'll see a goanna that's been hurt," he said. "He may have been hit by a car and had a leg torn off. Maybe he's missing a chunk of his tail. Does he walk around feeling sorry for himself? No. He goes about doing his business, hunting for food, looking for mates, climbing trees and doing the best that he can." &lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good book. I liked the part where Steve told his mate, Wes, that they had a 'board meeting' to go to, and they went on a surfing trip somewhere. Steve also said, "If I could be remembered for any one thing," Steve said, "I'd like to be remembered as a good dad." I wish I knew that man. He's a legend, who seemed to have a spiritual connection with nature. Ok, enough about the book..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is only this short. We need to shorten the time taken to define ourselves so that we can really get it going. Find your purpose and work towards that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happier than hotcakes in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S9Bh7q4mNvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/40MlvaEJOm4/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S9Bh7q4mNvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/40MlvaEJOm4/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462974025752262386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1238396228954465069?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1238396228954465069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1238396228954465069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1238396228954465069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1238396228954465069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-22nd-april.html' title='It&apos;s 22nd April'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S9Bh7q4mNvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/40MlvaEJOm4/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-1698569757859510241</id><published>2010-04-06T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:15:50.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days to exams</title><content type='html'>Laughter is contagious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading: A Brief Tour of Human Consciousness by V.S. Ramachandran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed-to-be currently reading: Stats notes/FA notes/BP notes/Marketing notes/PS notes because exam are in... 6 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1698569757859510241?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1698569757859510241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1698569757859510241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1698569757859510241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1698569757859510241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-days-to-exams.html' title='6 days to exams'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3163270748583555328</id><published>2010-04-01T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:46:21.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from shanwei, china</title><content type='html'>while commuting this morning, i was thinking of my art lessons in secondary school. i remember i had to draw a chili for my art exam. i failed. and i thought i drew the nicest chili ever. art. who is to grade art anyway. ok that was rather random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from asian sailing championship. shanwei, guangzhou, china. was not too bad. short trip and now i'm back in sg for exams..... ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel addicted to strong winds now. can't wait to sail in strong wind and swells again. when when when? ever sailed in swells so big that when the boat goes down the wave, your feet are detached from the boat while on trapeze? woohoo... strong winds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a $2400 top end electronic drum set too much to ask for?? it's on offer!! Roland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been feeling too well since i got home, or rather, since the last day in China. need to sleep and sleep this weekend and drink lots of water. just so tired constantly. after 2 weeks of tiring training and racing and.. blah and blah and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 little things i'm miss lots now, tara and lily. when will i see them again???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3163270748583555328?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3163270748583555328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3163270748583555328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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life, winners get back up. everybody can be a winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2570566502848526799?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2570566502848526799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2570566502848526799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2570566502848526799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2570566502848526799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-is-to-define-good-and-bad-anyway.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-5231202386926992479</id><published>2010-02-19T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:07:08.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life goes on</title><content type='html'>i found out that, happiness has to be found. it doesn't just come to us. i'm going to find it. i hope you find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been ok, just that i thought the make up class for Chinese New Year was last night but it wasn't. Mmm.. Got a new handphone plan and since people have been nagging at me to get a new phone, I got one for free, with the plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to look forward to now:&lt;br /&gt;1) fitness test when i get well&lt;br /&gt;2) getting fit and putting on weight &lt;br /&gt;3) helping to finish my electric bike&lt;br /&gt;4) riding my electric bike&lt;br /&gt;5) dinner in 1/2 an hour and playing with carmen who is so cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5231202386926992479?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5231202386926992479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5231202386926992479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5231202386926992479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5231202386926992479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-goes-on.html' title='life goes on'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2238789575018019902</id><published>2010-02-10T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:06:16.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does the heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you found yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2238789575018019902?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2238789575018019902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2238789575018019902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2238789575018019902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2238789575018019902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-does-heart-beat-i-know-my-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3060727515457655328</id><published>2010-02-02T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:16:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low rising</title><content type='html'>Reading the album previews of Soldier of Love makes me excited. 8th Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I spent some time to really listen to the album We/Know/Where/The/Winter/Goes. Hadn't really listened to it properly since I got it for Christmas. And.... I love it. My fav song from the album is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God (Sincerely M.O.F) by MOF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wpGHGFV8Xk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wpGHGFV8Xk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my financial accounting test this morning and we all know how it went. Long day again today. Class in morning, sailing in afternoon and class at night. It's weird how we call days like this "long" days. I shall stop using that phrase. Long day. Does me no good but reminds me of the.. erm.. long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Another week had gone by and we jumped right into Tuesday. Soon it'll be March, and soon the year is over. Soon i'll be 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the now. Which is class. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3060727515457655328?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3060727515457655328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3060727515457655328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3060727515457655328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3060727515457655328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/02/low-rising.html' title='Low rising'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2113845720532694865</id><published>2010-01-23T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:38:10.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh when you're cold, I'll be there. Hold you tight to me</title><content type='html'>Letting go is a hard thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are things to look forward to. I need to focus on those, and trust that I'll be forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Will I be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;      (Will I forgive myself?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. I need to learn more about music. Pick up more instruments and expand my limited knowledge about music. So, that's what I'm going to do. But first, I need money(and time). Who wants to donate to Bon's Music Fund? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sade's new album. I need that. If i'm going to mix music one day, it'll be Sade with dance/hiphop beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S1nTwFPkv6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/XJgPObS0X8A/s1600-h/Sade+new+album.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S1nTwFPkv6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/XJgPObS0X8A/s320/Sade+new+album.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429603648766525346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2113845720532694865?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2113845720532694865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2113845720532694865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2113845720532694865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2113845720532694865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-when-youre-cold-ill-be-there-hold.html' title='Oh when you&apos;re cold, I&apos;ll be there. Hold you tight to me'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S1nTwFPkv6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/XJgPObS0X8A/s72-c/Sade+new+album.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-6031475494354566730</id><published>2010-01-18T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:29:55.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's looking for a blue sky.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why people don't like Hanson, or make fun of them because of Mmmbop. I mean, ya like what the hell is an mmmbop right? Take away all the mmmbops from the lyrics and you will see what they're trying to say. Their lyrics always have a deeper meaning to things. I love it! They're my fav indie band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for their new album. Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2010. Beginning of many things!!! (eg. school hols, hanson's new album.. mm.. that's about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read previous entry and leave a comment and thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6031475494354566730?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6031475494354566730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6031475494354566730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6031475494354566730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6031475494354566730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/everybodys-looking-for-blue-sky.html' title='Everybody&apos;s looking for a blue sky.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-4117255058611635314</id><published>2010-01-17T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:43:06.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we met at the crossroad</title><content type='html'>sorry doesn't solve. but it eases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is simple, but how its triggered can be complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the crossroads, you either choose 1 or 2. you heart chooses 1, but your mind chooses 2. both leads to the unknown. so how do you choose? if you know, please leave a comment, because, i really don't and i wish i knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4117255058611635314?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4117255058611635314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4117255058611635314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4117255058611635314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4117255058611635314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-met-at-crossroad.html' title='we met at the crossroad'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-7633651160306833240</id><published>2010-01-12T19:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:06:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more class this week.</title><content type='html'>A capella, sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I find myself doing what i'm best at. Stalking!!! in class. (Thanks to Jake Moulton) But don't worry, my selective hearing for Sebastian Tan's class is well trained. When there's a lot of laughter, don't need to listen. When he's referring to slides, listen. HR classes are more fun than ACCOUNTING, FINANCE, ECONS. ROAR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the "good things" album by the The House Jacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thehousejacks"&gt;thehousejacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished the class activity. It goes like this. Every week he'll randomly put us into groups, give us a case and we'll have to solve the HR problems, come up with an action plan within a time limit. It's quite exciting. So basically, we have a presentation every week. I think I've talked about this before, when I was attending his Human Capital Management course last sem. 4/5 of this class have taken a module under him before, so it's quite relaxed and fun. 3/4 of the class are like graduating students. SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S0yBGdWeZAI/AAAAAAAAAao/NSeFQpAmuvo/s1600-h/hello_world.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S0yBGdWeZAI/AAAAAAAAAao/NSeFQpAmuvo/s320/hello_world.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425853599032697858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7633651160306833240?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7633651160306833240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7633651160306833240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7633651160306833240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7633651160306833240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-more-class-this-week.html' title='One more class this week.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S0yBGdWeZAI/AAAAAAAAAao/NSeFQpAmuvo/s72-c/hello_world.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-7164105354132859389</id><published>2010-01-11T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:59:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi I'm back</title><content type='html'>Dear avid readers of my not so interesting blog, how are we doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i'm in class. This prof has like her back facing us and just reading off the powerpoint slides. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the energy in my body slowly building up. It's the first time I'm feeling so much inertia though. Maybe I was away for too long. 1 and a half months in Australia. And I've never been very good at going back to school after my school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to do a summary for 2009 but I thought it'd be rather boring as compared to my 2008 one, so I won't bother. I'll make sure there are interesting things to write on 2010 at the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Singapore had nice clean beaches with clear cool shallow waters. Grab a beach towel and some picnic food and that's my day. Days. Years. Life. Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S0p71xOFGgI/AAAAAAAAAag/bJw-3-_5BC8/s1600-h/PC270421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S0p71xOFGgI/AAAAAAAAAag/bJw-3-_5BC8/s320/PC270421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425284864796858882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school today, I was listening to some music. I was thinking to myself, how amazing it is that the music industry is so damn huge. I mean.. it's erm, just music. But is is MUSIC. Everyone enjoys some kind of music. Music makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right. We all need some kind of motivation. Both intrinsic and extrinsic. I just need to find that motivation. I think goals and motivation are 2 different things, although they kinda run side by side. We need to find our own motivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the time and money, I'm going paragliding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7164105354132859389?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7164105354132859389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7164105354132859389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7164105354132859389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7164105354132859389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-im-back.html' title='Hi I&apos;m back'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/S0p71xOFGgI/AAAAAAAAAag/bJw-3-_5BC8/s72-c/PC270421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-2546893831028747885</id><published>2010-01-02T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:39:56.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you don't have to know to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2546893831028747885?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2546893831028747885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2546893831028747885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2546893831028747885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2546893831028747885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-dont-have-to-know-to-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2296468141230335081</id><published>2010-01-02T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:58:18.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>i was gonna spend the 31st writing my summary of 2009 but it didn't happen. instead, i spent the 31st doing nothing. didn't countdown or anything. school's starting in a few days. life's supposed to go back to normal in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal isn't always good you know? normal can be, not good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON BUN. it's 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, things to look forward to? &lt;br /&gt;NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to wala-wala last night to watch EIC live. watching joe play the drums takes my mind off everything. he's damn good. i never used to appreciate the bassist in bands, but yesterday changed everything. the EIC bassist is DAMN GOOD too. wonder when i'll get to watch them again. with school starting and training resuming soon, i'm gonna be busy.&lt;br /&gt;yaya is home today and it's a nice feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2296468141230335081?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2296468141230335081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2296468141230335081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2296468141230335081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2296468141230335081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2557171241498915780</id><published>2009-12-20T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:19:53.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we go round and round and round</title><content type='html'>not everyone can be who they really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially on holiday. 1 or 2 more days in melbourne and we're driving to adelaide. sail melbourne ended very interestingly and there are so many thoughts in my mind i don't know where to start. so i decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my body just totally shut down after the regatta. which is a good thing. it was so pumped up for like a month and finally my brain can tell my body i can rest and i'm just so tired. i just want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts right after we get home. and it starts all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2557171241498915780?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2557171241498915780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2557171241498915780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2557171241498915780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2557171241498915780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-go-round-and-round-and-round.html' title='we go round and round and round'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-6297333805891836012</id><published>2009-12-18T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:03:54.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First time blogging from my itouch. At the club now. Just fixed gasket and ready to race. Eating my pasta with capsicum corn broccoli carrot ham beef and tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday before we launch, we play some ball thing to warm up and it's quite fun. Only it emphasizes my clumsiness and inability to kick balls. The rest should be arriving soon. Race at 3 so we launch around 2. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6297333805891836012?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6297333805891836012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6297333805891836012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6297333805891836012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6297333805891836012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-time-blogging-from-my-itouch.html' title=''/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7326104557761514707</id><published>2009-11-22T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:10:09.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting out on a journey</title><content type='html'>I've been having dreams where, life and death seem so trivial. It's almost scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7326104557761514707?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7326104557761514707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7326104557761514707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7326104557761514707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7326104557761514707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/starting-out-on-journey.html' title='Starting out on a journey'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-11666329484401164</id><published>2009-11-21T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:05:37.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need LHLSG for the PPHT</title><content type='html'>this is what Brett, Dawn and I had for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left over lamb&lt;br /&gt;left over chicken&lt;br /&gt;soggy rice &lt;br /&gt;boiled sweet corn&lt;br /&gt;sliced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;sliced avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liz wasn't around so we just took stuff out of the fridge and "made dinner". it wasn't too bad, considering we went for a bbq thingy at double bay yacht club after sailing before the hour long drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired now. been sailing everyday since the day we arrived in Sydney. tmr we're finally taking a rest. last night it was so hot and stuffy, i had a terrible terrible nightmare. woke up 3-4 times in the night cos it was so hot. i was already sleeping on the couch in front of the fan, with no blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the day before my biz law exam and i'm going to. erm. maybe go up to westfield and buy something nice for liz. and the rest of the day, study and just rest my muscles. DID I SAY MUSCLES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-11666329484401164?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/11666329484401164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=11666329484401164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/11666329484401164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/11666329484401164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-lhlsg-for-ppht.html' title='need LHLSG for the PPHT'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5949362294054442132</id><published>2009-11-18T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:55:54.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Sydney</title><content type='html'>Was at the club and sleeping on the couch before sailing. Dreamt that I was on the train although I was sure I was sleeping on the couch. The train started to move very violently and I wanted to wake up but I couldn't. Trapped in the train, while sleeping on the couch. Not a nice feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that the tallest girl in the world is 6ft10. From thailand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves out the heads of Sydney Harbor are huge. One knocked my entire body off the trapeze and into the boat right beside the rudder, and it ate up our boat. Boat was filled with water up to jib cars or something. Auto bailers and back flaps are the best things on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need sleep. It's almost 8 Singapore time. It's 11pm here. Need to start studying for my exams.. in a couple of days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5949362294054442132?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5949362294054442132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5949362294054442132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5949362294054442132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5949362294054442132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-2-sydney.html' title='Day 2 Sydney'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-302325900810257455</id><published>2009-11-17T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:58:46.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal sunshine of the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SwJ-Rr_iwEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/84utFyI9t-8/s1600/memory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SwJ-Rr_iwEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/84utFyI9t-8/s320/memory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405021345130135618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget you.&lt;br /&gt;i will love you.&lt;br /&gt;even if i forget you, &lt;br /&gt;we will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they met again.&lt;br /&gt;watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-302325900810257455?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/302325900810257455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=302325900810257455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/302325900810257455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/302325900810257455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SwJ-Rr_iwEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/84utFyI9t-8/s72-c/memory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-4583444163943088175</id><published>2009-11-08T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:20:24.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nag</title><content type='html'>the problem with words, is that, they can't be taken back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain only has this much space. so i've decided to just do what makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the decisions we make today, affect our tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i not want it in my memory? because when something's in my memory, it means it has ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't take a scientist to know i've been down, for a while now. i think if every person can be that little bit more understanding, everyone will be happier. stop adding unnecessary stress to ourselves and focus on the good. is it that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think everyone has a certain amount of energy to be nice, and when it's used up, you just can't be nice anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4583444163943088175?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4583444163943088175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4583444163943088175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4583444163943088175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4583444163943088175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/nag.html' title='nag'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-5733750089798708389</id><published>2009-11-07T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:30:22.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more week till "hello sydney"</title><content type='html'>I've got no energy for any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friggin index finger is not friggin healing. Who can understand this friggin pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is too full of *(&amp;@#&amp;%^&amp;$*&amp;*#!!(*$!!! drivers. It kills to signal. Tailgaters. Horn cos you lose patience. Accelerate so that that car can't come into your lane. This world sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Where am I gonna find time to study for my exam next Friday? Just finished the next round of editing for my MPW report. Gonna sleep now and get ready for another long day tmr, to end it with project meeting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real thing in my life right now. Toots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5733750089798708389?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5733750089798708389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5733750089798708389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5733750089798708389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5733750089798708389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-more-week-till-hello-sydney.html' title='1 more week till &quot;hello sydney&quot;'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-760791622892336848</id><published>2009-11-03T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:40:33.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>if something goes wrong, please don't go around blaming every other person but yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craig's ill. wonder what's wrong with him and whether he's better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed stats exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's wed, which means no school. finally. after 2 long days. still in class now though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-760791622892336848?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/760791622892336848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=760791622892336848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/760791622892336848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/760791622892336848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3459951150401183874</id><published>2009-11-01T22:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:59:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes, i'm the great pretender</title><content type='html'>i won't let the monster engulf my entirety. wow. i have feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that crap. 2 more weeks of school and i'm going to sydney. feels unreal. the school term's coming to an end just like this. an exam in 12 days. 2 exams in sydney. one exam in april next year. first time i'll be taking an exam overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school intranet has been really slow most nights and i'm starting to get annoyed. my turtles are making me feel better now, by sitting on the log and staring at me and my laptop. i wish they ate ants.. then i can just feed them ants. plenty of ants around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while, i need a bit of time on my own, to treat myself to a little something. so i walked over to step-by-step for foot massage. i'm convinced i can take pain better than before. i'm gonna sleep well tonight for sure. looking forward to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to do this for a while now, and tonight i'm finally bothered enough to do it. i have always loved taking photos of the sky with the sea, and just wanted to share some here.&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;2) I was cycling home from NSC one evening and I saw the most haunting and beautiful sky ever in my entire time in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;3) It was not hard to wake up for my morning walks with Manyi at Lake Garda because of this.&lt;br /&gt;4) Top of the Gulf 2008. Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;5) Same sailing club in Pattaya, SEA Games 2007. &lt;br /&gt;6&amp;7) Melbourne 2007 year end. 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Su2wJwgSX7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/62o_TFra1W8/s320/PC300858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399165209972727730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3459951150401183874?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3459951150401183874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3459951150401183874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3459951150401183874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3459951150401183874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yes-im-great-pretender.html' title='oh yes, i&apos;m the great pretender'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Su2tLdntHNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aTPhCQYEgpg/s72-c/IMG_4159_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-541430188601670346</id><published>2009-10-29T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:16:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson is ending!!!</title><content type='html'>"sorry ah, i'm not the not-conscious-about-the-audience type. i'm the conscious-about-the-audience type. so can you all please listen?" My biz law prof is just so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUX5ov-43uY/SukGFG-LKsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WaqBvI-XvaI/s1600-h/tattyteddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUX5ov-43uY/SukGFG-LKsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WaqBvI-XvaI/s320/tattyteddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397852313220754114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidently, i feel a lot more relaxed after my stats exam last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-541430188601670346?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/541430188601670346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=541430188601670346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/541430188601670346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/541430188601670346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/lesson-is-ending.html' title='lesson is ending!!!'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUX5ov-43uY/SukGFG-LKsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WaqBvI-XvaI/s72-c/tattyteddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-863334491845480753</id><published>2009-10-27T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:15:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mentally exhausting</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for this week to be over. (I predict I'll be saying the same thing next week.) Stats exam tmr night. HCM report and presentation due Monday, which means Thursday, Friday and Saturday project meeting, since we haven't started at all. SMART. Sunday morning Stats project meeting. Friday there's also MPW project meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, don't complain to me you're busy. We all are. Whenever I get busy, I tend to rant on my blog about all the projects and reports I have to do. I should really stop that. For today, just let me be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你已经远远离开 我也会慢慢走开&lt;br /&gt;为什么我连分开都迁就着你&lt;br /&gt;我真的没有天份 安静的没这么快&lt;br /&gt;我会学着放弃你 是因为我太爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安静 - 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know why I played Jay Chou's songs while studying stats today, cos vivaldi is usually my first choice when it comes to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting about my mum: She loves to serve food &amp; drinks on trays. Even if it's just 1 cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-863334491845480753?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/863334491845480753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=863334491845480753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/863334491845480753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/863334491845480753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mentally-exhausting.html' title='mentally exhausting'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-2481031562280702932</id><published>2009-10-26T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:41:20.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My turtles are finally growing, I think.</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Audrey and Samuel's birthday tonight. Always nice to hang out with the 6 of them. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SuR7XLbPIvI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o__SdMFe9-0/s1600-h/me_sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SuR7XLbPIvI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o__SdMFe9-0/s320/me_sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396573891630932722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SuR6WS3Wl-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tixnGxBiARI/s1600-h/7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SuR6WS3Wl-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tixnGxBiARI/s320/7_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396572776936413154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, all I need is 5 minutes. Anymore is bonus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2481031562280702932?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2481031562280702932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2481031562280702932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2481031562280702932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2481031562280702932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-turtles-are-finally-growing-i-think.html' title='My turtles are finally growing, I think.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SuR7XLbPIvI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o__SdMFe9-0/s72-c/me_sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-1836232507944178563</id><published>2009-10-25T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:05:22.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY MORNINGS</title><content type='html'>Sunday mornings aren't meant to be spent this way: in school for project meeting. It helps that my groupmates are quite nice to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just arranged next week's meeting, and it's on Sunday morning again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1836232507944178563?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1836232507944178563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1836232507944178563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1836232507944178563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1836232507944178563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-mornings.html' title='SUNDAY MORNINGS'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2822217128776621295</id><published>2009-10-23T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:07:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing me a happy song</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how difficult it is to write a happy tune. Why is it so hard for slow songs to sound happy? Why must "happy songs" always have either damn high bpm or staccato all the way? Even those love songs that have happy meanings with lyrics that goes like "i'm so glad i founnndddd youuuuuu" or "cherrissshhh this llooooveee weee have.." seldom have melodies that sound happy. Slow songs can sound inspiring or peaceful at most, not happy. Maybe peace is a form of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I wanna write a slow but happy song. But they always turn out sounding melancholic with the slightest injection of excitement here and there. No sign of happiness nor joy in my songs. Maybe I should increase the range in my melodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2822217128776621295?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2822217128776621295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2822217128776621295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2822217128776621295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2822217128776621295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sing-me-happy-song.html' title='sing me a happy song'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-1042370812003471920</id><published>2009-10-23T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:48:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>咱们走</title><content type='html'>Just felt like doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我很开心。虽然累，可是这是值得的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I wrote above is.. Today I'm happy. Although i'm feeling tired, but it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drums was great. First time I played the entire song from beginning to end, at 150bpm. My test piece "Take It All". Next week is the test. Mmm... Wednesday night there's stats exam and thursday is drums test. Don't ask me to prioritize, because then, i'll be focusing on my drums. Just tell me to study stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turtles are so active tonight it's almost weird. They're swimming around, climbing onto the log and jumping back down for another swim.. and climbing back up again. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to finish the last few weeks of school. Then left with exams. For now, 2 more projects, excluding MPW because we're only left with the report. Got some feedback from the prof regarding our MPW presentation, and he said we did quite well. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days in a row. And i'm not tired of this. I won't get tired of this. I just wish I had more hours in a day. Especially thursdays. Time stops within me, but not around me..if that even make sense at all. I don't need to make sense. My point is, sometimes i wish time could stop. Ok, I should sleep. My lack of sleep is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚安。Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1042370812003471920?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1042370812003471920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1042370812003471920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1042370812003471920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1042370812003471920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='咱们走'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-1285947199380954076</id><published>2009-10-19T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:44:51.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a good game/nice day.</title><content type='html'>It's very hard when someone tells you something and says, "This stays between us..", and you're not really given a choice whether you want to know about it or not, before he/she says that something. Honestly, it was something I didn't, and don't want to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be good, as long as you have breakfast every morning. I love breakfast. Breakfast is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pop quiz in 2 minutes. Good game siobhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1285947199380954076?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1285947199380954076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1285947199380954076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1285947199380954076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1285947199380954076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-good-gamenice-day.html' title='Have a good game/nice day.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3943243177770909714</id><published>2009-10-17T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:36:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things</title><content type='html'>1) My friend said, "I see your strength and my strength.. like no strength leh. Eh? What am I talking about ah?" The first time I met her, I thought to myself, "Manyi". She looks like Manyi(at least that's what I think), talks like Manyi and her actions are like Manyi. I can't get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Last Thursday I had some time between Business Law class and drum lesson. I went to the Singapore Art Museum with the ggs. I don't know how to appreciate some of the art forms. But I quite like Wu Guan Zhong's paintings. He was born in 1919. He's damn old!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Stk8ppRWnLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KqqWAFOxkVU/s1600-h/3697815291_e22016c100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Stk8ppRWnLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KqqWAFOxkVU/s320/3697815291_e22016c100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393408714903821490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Happiness is a state of mind. Then again, so are all our other emotions. It's a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not all questions are meant to be answered. Some questions are asked to make you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last Thursday, James figured out the drum tab for Please Don't Stop The Rain, and we played along with the song. Love drum lessons. I'm gonna bring in a song each week from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I've got $25 Isetan voucher. How should I use it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Today is a busy day. I choose to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3943243177770909714?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3943243177770909714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3943243177770909714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3943243177770909714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3943243177770909714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Stk8ppRWnLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KqqWAFOxkVU/s72-c/3697815291_e22016c100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-3815339237100486678</id><published>2009-10-14T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:15:16.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got sunshine in a bag</title><content type='html'>First attempt to mug biz law: EPIC FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did any studying at all, it was sang to me. Thanks to Dawn. Because of her, I always end up not studying and probably end up knowing more than I could have known if I actually studied. Don't ask me how it happens. It happens. Maybe when I'm with her, her brain cells diffuse into my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was meant to study biz law, but all i know is how tiring gym was and how achy i'm feeling now. Walked to bus stop with Shufen and took 36 home with her. Always enjoy goreship sessions with shu... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an understatement: My day started well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3815339237100486678?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3815339237100486678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3815339237100486678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3815339237100486678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3815339237100486678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-sunshine-in-bag.html' title='I got sunshine in a bag'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-2153087536557710544</id><published>2009-10-13T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:34:06.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World. Just a few more weeks bunny.</title><content type='html'>We can pray for sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;But that won't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biz Law exam in 2 days. Drum lesson in 2 days right after exam. Outing in 2 days. Lots to look forward to. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCM project needs to pick up pace. Only 2 out of 6 members turned up for 1st project meeting. JOKE. 15 page report, HELLO can you just appear on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got assigned Stats project. 3 Vietnamese and SL and me. Couple of weeks to come up with the report..... there's never enough time. This prof seems to like fluff, which is what year 1s are still happy, willing to do while they're still innocent and have no clue what uni should really be all about yet. Fluff feels very.. fluffy... erm. waste time. Oh well. Who ask me year 1 never finish stats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPW project, as usual slow and irritating.. plus presentation next week. Then final report in a couple of weeks. Digress abit. I think Singaporeans in general (including me of cos) really need to brush up the way they articulate and pronounce their words. There was this group presenting on ethnic differences affecting job performance blahblah. One member kept saying antique. Another kept saying ethic. And the last one kept saying ethernic. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad i'm done with Biz Law presentation. Now I need to mug. For the first time in uni. I'm going to mug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mugging or rather not mugging. Had a stats quiz today.. which involved a lot of calculation. I did not calculate anything, and did not touch my calculator at all because I had no clue what formulae to use. So I chose what I thought were the most logical answers and got 70%. So for the first time in my life, I felt smart. (Too bad next week's exam is not MCQ. DAMN) I know I was just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2153087536557710544?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2153087536557710544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2153087536557710544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2153087536557710544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2153087536557710544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world-just-few-more-weeks-bunny.html' title='Hello World. Just a few more weeks bunny.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-5775914110689152695</id><published>2009-10-09T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:01:03.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found my oasis</title><content type='html'>I've totally forgotten how important drums was to me, until yesterday. I just find so much joy playing the different beats and fills, playing alongside with James who's always doing cool tricks and stuff, thinking about nothing at all. James is like the coolest teacher around, and I can talk to him about anything. I seriously felt so much less stressed the moment lesson ended. Excited... need to practice. BUT. Next week is going to be such a hectic week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started revision for my exams on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday because I have a report to hand up this afternoon that's not even 50% done, and report on Monday which is... close to finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. I won't complain about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Got to go do report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-5775914110689152695?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5775914110689152695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=5775914110689152695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5775914110689152695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/5775914110689152695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/found-my-oasis.html' title='Found my oasis'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7485587005755409625</id><published>2009-10-05T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:05:31.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not done yet</title><content type='html'>oh, and i can't believe i sat through such a long meeting today. it was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how some people can cut a line so damn clear between personal and work stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i cried. i wasn't happy, i wasn't sad. i was just overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7485587005755409625?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7485587005755409625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7485587005755409625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7485587005755409625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7485587005755409625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-done-yet.html' title='i&apos;m not done yet'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3339257958393031454</id><published>2009-10-05T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:24:05.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for being me</title><content type='html'>Jem did go to the auditions in the end! Hope he gets in.. Shel was one of the judges! If only i.. mm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "in a way others don't" has been stuck in my head since this morning. It helps. Very clever thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just taking a short break from writing some report. I volunteered to do 2 parts, while everyone else does 1 because I felt bad that I was away for 2 weeks. Very smart. I've spent a long time on the first part, and the second part is the longer one. See now like that.. how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3339257958393031454?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3339257958393031454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3339257958393031454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3339257958393031454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3339257958393031454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-being-me.html' title='for being me'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-1677046124261477833</id><published>2009-10-04T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:52:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy's a curve (:</title><content type='html'>i need to sail. even though my finger feels quite crappy. it's better today though. which is a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days were..., let's see... amazingly, considering all this stuff going through my mind, and all the uncertainty and tiredness, i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liz and tara are leaving today. i didn't get to spend much time with them at all because of school and training. we didn't go to the zoo either. nevermind, i did have a good couple of days in UK with them. hopefully i'll get to see them in sydney this year end. will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i went off track. it's time to get back on. or do i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid term break has just started but i'm piled with work, plus 2 mid term exams after the break. mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel pressured. by you. please just let me be, once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1677046124261477833?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1677046124261477833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1677046124261477833' title='0 Comments'/><link 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discover those feelings that we kept so well hidden.&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no competition.&lt;br /&gt;And you render my condition.&lt;br /&gt;Though improbable it's not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;For a love that could be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.&lt;br /&gt;A fine line's between fate and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the things that were just meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me the stories of your quest for me.&lt;br /&gt;Picturesque is the picture you paint effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as our energies mix and begin to multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday situations, they start to simplify.&lt;br /&gt;So things will never be the same between you and I.&lt;br /&gt;We intertwined our life forces and now we're unified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2169284894508601811?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-4116416493262277027</id><published>2009-09-30T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:21:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are we in october yet?</title><content type='html'>based on that argument, i must say, i love myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i can't keep track of the time and date anymore. everything's like a blur. things happening and happening. and i'm just flowing along. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, when i cycled home just now, all the residents were like in the carpark. i was wondering why. then i bumped into my little neighbour and his grandma, and they told me there was an earthquake. one of those mini ones that we get once in a while here in this premise. mm.. tsunami in samoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the topic quickly shifted to the little packet of ice sitting on my left index finger. i happily injured it while at gym this evening.. just when i was thinking, great, my middle finger's sort of recovered and i can go for drum lessons tmr. ROAR..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'd say to you, she didn't throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4116416493262277027?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4116416493262277027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4116416493262277027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4116416493262277027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4116416493262277027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-we-in-october-yet.html' title='are we in october yet?'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7734365935756412324</id><published>2009-09-28T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:18:28.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>actually i surprise myself everytime i am able to sit through 3hrs of lecture</title><content type='html'>embarrass. embarrassing. embarrassment. what a weird word. say it a few times and stare at it for a while. wait, maybe i'm the weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam wise said something very wise last night: jealousy is more self love than love. man! what a good quote. and so true. oh since i'm on quotes, let me share 2 more quotes that my sister shared with me a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful blessing." i think i can agree to that. not sure. i'll see. sometimes you don't really know until you've stepped into the future.&lt;br /&gt;2) "in despair, in the fear of tomorrow, when you believe you have reached the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SsBG4bSOipI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yUm2AOi4cfs/s1600-h/gareth+malone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SsBG4bSOipI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yUm2AOi4cfs/s320/gareth+malone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386383089545939602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching this show called The Choir with the Rickards one night. latest music idol: Gareth Malone. you know, i've always had this musical thing at the back of my head. i love music. i want to continue playing that trumpet, and the french horn, singing in a choir, playing in a band. i love performing. but i can't find the time and i won't complain that ms tng forced me to quit the band and put me in sailing. (although sailing was also the reason why i stopped piano lessons and got kicked out of MEP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how 100s of instruments can come together and produce something so beautiful. i love how sopranos can't do without tenors, altos and basses. and i love being a part of all that. i think some of you can understand how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james pang and gareth malone have 2 things in common: they love music, and they have a passion to pass on their musical knowledge. and that is what inspires me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7734365935756412324?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7734365935756412324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7734365935756412324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7734365935756412324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7734365935756412324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/actually-i-surprise-myself-everytime-i.html' title='actually i surprise myself everytime i am able to sit through 3hrs of lecture'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SsBG4bSOipI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yUm2AOi4cfs/s72-c/gareth+malone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-1940994452320510278</id><published>2009-09-27T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:29:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those posts</title><content type='html'>where you won't really understand much of what i'm saying. once in a while i just need to say stuff that people don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should we believe.. or rather, believe in a one-sided story? maybe i shouldn't use one-sided. i should say, imbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating a fortune cookie, for the sake of reading one of those funny fortune cookie notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you listen to the harmonization in a song more than its melody, what does that say about you? i found out on the way back from uk, that that's what i always do when i listen to songs. another thing i found out about myself is, i have an inclination towards haunting songs. mm.. not really that. evocative? perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to see this picture now. day by day. it's like a jigsaw puzzle slowly piecing itself together. slowly. and i'm answering those questions from 8, 7 and 3 years ago. how cool is that? not really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school tmr. just one week buddy. breathe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like taking photos because i can capture moments in time and keep them frozen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr-BmD8OU-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dbhbxN1XegY/s1600-h/DSC_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr-BmD8OU-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dbhbxN1XegY/s320/DSC_3263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386166170251318242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr-CMxwbPGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NLeJQSjoJno/s1600-h/DSC_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr-CMxwbPGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NLeJQSjoJno/s320/DSC_3292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386166835384892514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't turn back time. life is too short for us to wish we could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1940994452320510278?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1940994452320510278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1940994452320510278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1940994452320510278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1940994452320510278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-posts.html' title='one of those posts'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr-BmD8OU-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dbhbxN1XegY/s72-c/DSC_3263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-2708009746337845594</id><published>2009-09-27T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:31:13.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi i'm back</title><content type='html'>i'm home. and jet lagged. but i think i should be able to sleep tonight since i didn't sleep much last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last few days in UK were the most relaxing days i've had in months. just wake up and don't really have a plan for the day. have a bowl of cereal, walk down to the farm and look around. pluck an apple off the tree, or pick some strawberries with the kids. laze around. go cycle around a bit. for some reason, i was yawning a lot. i think it's cos my body was finally in relax mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm back, with a massive workload piled up in front of me. and i can't help but think, what the hell have i done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind, one week of school, then mid term break. just in time. for me to catch up with everything i've missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fav shot. brett took it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr5BZgihXwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QVuEl-3S0No/s400/DSC_3322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385814110868954882" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2708009746337845594?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2708009746337845594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2708009746337845594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2708009746337845594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2708009746337845594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-im-back.html' title='hi i&apos;m back'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sr5BZgihXwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QVuEl-3S0No/s72-c/DSC_3322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-6687717101149930296</id><published>2009-09-24T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:48:12.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nature returns to normal</title><content type='html'>no one knows the truth, not even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, my heart felt heavy for many reasons. going back home is like the last thing i want to do now. but i am. going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to face many things. and there's a crazily long and hard journey ahead of me. haha, sit in the bus for 2 hours and sit in the plane for 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i know. how do i know what's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving this place, is like waking up from a good dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6687717101149930296?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6687717101149930296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6687717101149930296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6687717101149930296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6687717101149930296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/nature-returns-to-normal.html' title='nature returns to normal'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-8987235659854799850</id><published>2009-09-24T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:55:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she melts my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she always does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heard tara talking to mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: Fon's fly back home to Singapore tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tara: I don't like Fon to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another interesting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: You have to wash you hands now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tara: But I just washed it on daddy's face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Srpu5IPlTPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yKX07ZYI25I/s320/DSC_3107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384738232219290866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8987235659854799850?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8987235659854799850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8987235659854799850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8987235659854799850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8987235659854799850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Srpu5IPlTPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yKX07ZYI25I/s72-c/DSC_3107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-7618415099385544897</id><published>2009-09-21T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:42:52.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit by the fireplace with me</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm looking out the window and I can see birds flying in their V formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, I'm at the Rickards. Very nice people. I always enjoy a few days of, doing.. mmm... something totally different from what I usually do. So I experienced a few new things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A day at the Rickards&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, had breakfast, and had a little tour around the farm with Brett, Liz and Tara. I can only remember pumpkins, onions, broccoli, strawberries, raspberries, cabbage, carrots, corn, tomatoes, peppers, chillies... many different flowers.. apple trees, pear trees..  There's a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cottage a hundred meters away where Liz's brother lives, and looked around a bit. Then William, Tara's cousin, came with us to the car boot sale. Sunday car boot sale. And the highlight for the kids was the ice cream before we left. Love it when they eat ice cream and seriously get it all over their mouths and noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William is 2 and a half, but as tall as, and heavier than Tara who's 3 and a bit. We came back, had lunch and lazed around a bit. Played hide-siobhan-under-the-blanket-and-cushions-and-pretend-you-don't-know-she's-there-then-seek-her-somewhere-else with Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the church where Brett and Liz got married, and then to the canal and saw 2 canal boats. Cool things. Then we rode in the big lorry with Grandpa Walter to deliver some stuff to a garden center. Brett says these lorries are hard things to drive. On the way back, they stopped somewhere to do a job.. so Tara and I were in the truck. And we had a 15 minute conversation. The longest conversation we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a bath and dinner. What a simple life. Just when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day in Weymouth, I injured my hand, finger.. I dunno. Something. I was trying to pull the powerboat up the trailer, but something happened and the handle spun around with such force it hit my hand and fingers somehow. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the ground and staring at my hand. My middle finger looked like it was broken cos it was in a weird angle. I tried to find the medics but couldn't. So got some ice and iced it. Only after a while did I start feeling the pain. Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the finger gg.. but i think it was just bruised cos now it doesn't feel too bad, just can't bend it too well. Yesterday, my palm turned purplelish. I think it'll be ok in 2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7618415099385544897?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7618415099385544897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7618415099385544897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7618415099385544897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7618415099385544897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/sit-by-fireplace-with-me.html' title='Sit by the fireplace with me'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-6931701290513648230</id><published>2009-09-16T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:35:33.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's cold outside. British weather</title><content type='html'>it's me and Brett's turn on the stove again tonight. gonna go simple tonight. easy to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no racing today. the wind was "too strong". yesterday was stronger i think. but today the wind was from a different direction. harder to get out of the harbor maybe. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got basil breathe now. eeewwwwwww... nice.... just had a bowl of cereal (my fav dorset brand, expensive in singapore) and a pesto sandwich with cheese and ham, again. everyday. like 3-4 a day. but i'm not tired of it yet. just alternate between sun dried tomato pesto and original pesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed out of the house this morning when pete came by at 9.30am(he was supposed to pick us at 10.45am) and said, "starts moved forward girls, gtg." 10 minutes later, when we hopped into the car, pete said, "postponed again.." reached the club, waited waited waited and 4 hours later, ap over a came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw this sms on my phone. (finally charged it after 4 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loke: Bun wa lao pull harder can not? Haha. Anyway all e best 4 e rest o e races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, what kind of language is that. secondly, Ian finally typed a "haha" in an sms. thirdly, I didn't know my friends kept up with my races. (ok maybe its just this one friend.) the message doesn't say much, but it's so sweet. it's the first time an (ex) classmate smsed me when i'm overseas racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to shower and run to Brett's to prepare dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6931701290513648230?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6931701290513648230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6931701290513648230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6931701290513648230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6931701290513648230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-cold-outside-british-weather.html' title='it&apos;s cold outside. British weather'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-8576297701976644892</id><published>2009-09-12T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:47:49.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Weymouth</title><content type='html'>Phew. Finally I get a chance to sit down and use the computer, with internet. Yay. Craig went to the guest house next door to ask them if we could kop their internet for a few days. Free wireless from where Craig, Dawn and I are staying. (3 if us in one flat. Pete, Brett and boys in the "cottage".) I believe we got the better deal.. chances of collision in this flat is so much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird layout though. Dawn and I stay in a room in the basement where the kitchen, toilet and bathroom are as well. Ground floor is just Craig's room and a living room(where i am currently).((better internet connection)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most ancient accomodations I've ever stayed in. We have to put coins in for electricity and water heating. There's only a bathtub. No shower. I gave up trying to use that short tube with a shower head while kneeling down in the bath tub. So I took a bath. I don't really know how to take baths in bathtubs. Ok. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel a bit tired now. Good nights peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8576297701976644892?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8576297701976644892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8576297701976644892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8576297701976644892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8576297701976644892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-from-weymouth.html' title='Hello from Weymouth'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-8764458689122984141</id><published>2009-09-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:16:45.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my masquerade.</title><content type='html'>I finally told someone. It's like letting air out of a bursting tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna say it was like letting gas out.. but that sounded too much like farting. Because I don't really want to make this feeling I'm feeling now sound like farting. It's better than farting. Ok. I'm just kidding. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Leering satyrs,&lt;br /&gt;peering eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Run and hide -&lt;br /&gt;but a face will&lt;br /&gt;still pursue you.&lt;br /&gt;-Masquerade, Phantom of the Opera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8764458689122984141?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8764458689122984141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8764458689122984141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8764458689122984141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8764458689122984141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-masquerade.html' title='This is my masquerade.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-3355034924627186035</id><published>2009-09-07T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:26:00.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you say the words.</title><content type='html'>Solving riddles make people feel smart, no matter how easy the riddles are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. And i'll be leaving home for the airport in about 50 hours. Something tells me I'm gonna be in a mad rush as usual. Runs in the family. Can't help it. ( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;) ;) ;) ;) ;)&lt;/span&gt; ) Ok, I shall start packing early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tend to assume things. But I can understand why. People assume in order to prevent possible negativity, I think. Sometimes assumptions make life simpler. But as they all say, assuming makes an ass out of u and me. It's true too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCM class was quite fun today. Did an in-class individual assignment under a time contraint. And every few minutes, the prof changes the scenario or adds new variables to the situation. Which made things harder, but more fun. Who ever is able to think quickest and adapt to the changes wins. Just like sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I was disappointed with the apple I bought during break. It was not fresh. The guava was better. Dinner time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-3355034924627186035?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3355034924627186035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=3355034924627186035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3355034924627186035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/3355034924627186035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-say-words.html' title='When you say the words.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-7324453461869532120</id><published>2009-09-06T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:02:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be me, is it good to be you?</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to make of today. But it's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyped with Brett, Liz and Tara. Grandma Rosemary made an appearance too. I miss them. Can't wait to see Tara(not virtually)!! I'm gonna see them soon!!! The best part is, they're coming to Singapore before heading back down to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who are wondering what's become of me after the cycling test, I'M ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;You are the worst thing to think of while doing the bike test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ten days of perfect tunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The colors red and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We had a promise made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We were in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To call for hands of above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For me, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-Heartbeats, Jose Gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7324453461869532120?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7324453461869532120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7324453461869532120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7324453461869532120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7324453461869532120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-good-to-be-me-is-it-good-to-be-you.html' title='It&apos;s good to be me, is it good to be you?'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-4990924992044204074</id><published>2009-09-06T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:16:04.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Hurricane Bill hit Halifax- that's how it feels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SqM0L8C-VSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QPguoX5eUlY/s1600-h/capizzano__MG_9194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SqM0L8C-VSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QPguoX5eUlY/s320/capizzano__MG_9194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378199759712310562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is awesome. Is it me, or do the waves look a bit like faces? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the worst song to listen to right now? Mel C's Never Be The Same Again, which happens to be one of my all time favorites. Yeah I'm emo-ing. Let me be for a little while. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going to UK on Wednesday night. Looking forward to that. And if I'm going, I'll be going to Liz's place after the regatta to stay for a couple of days. Brett was warning me (just so I won't be too shocked when I get there) that it's a very backwards place. I think I'll handle it fine. Tara said she's gonna bring me berry picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. The other day, Dr Cormac was gonna take some blood from my arm for a blood test right after I told him about berry picking. I was rather fidgety because I don't like blood tests. Then he said, "Just imagine you're picking berries in a farm.. you're picking berries..... you're picking berries.." He's so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4990924992044204074?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4990924992044204074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4990924992044204074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4990924992044204074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4990924992044204074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-hurricane-bill-hit-halifax-thats.html' title='When Hurricane Bill hit Halifax- that&apos;s how it feels.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SqM0L8C-VSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QPguoX5eUlY/s72-c/capizzano__MG_9194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-2513369949579282947</id><published>2009-09-06T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:30:19.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you can do is your best</title><content type='html'>There are thoughts in my head that are sending chills up my spine. Not exactly creepy thoughts. Just random snippets of memory that sit in my 1gb hard disk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think memories are rather scary. Sometimes, I'm kinda thankful that I don't have a fantastic memory. It makes it easier to forget some things. (What if I don't want to forget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fitness test in the afternoon tmr. Hope it goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2513369949579282947?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2513369949579282947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2513369949579282947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2513369949579282947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2513369949579282947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-you-can-do-is-your-best.html' title='All you can do is your best'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-878784744516350580</id><published>2009-09-03T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:16:44.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Masters Worlds- racing continues</title><content type='html'>1 down, 3 to go. Had my Business Law presentation today. I think my presentation skills are getting better and better after each presentation. 3rd week of school. 12 to go. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel your heart sink, the first thing you will think of is "I just felt my heart sink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me today, "You're the last person who should feel sorry for ___. The last person." I don't know why but tears welled up in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, nothing bad happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sp_dfFax9lI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gre2OThAxwY/s1600-h/capizzano__MG_5818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sp_dfFax9lI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gre2OThAxwY/s320/capizzano__MG_5818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377260006203848274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Brett!! Kick some ass...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-878784744516350580?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/878784744516350580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=878784744516350580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/878784744516350580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/878784744516350580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/laser-masters-worlds-racing-continues.html' title='Laser Masters Worlds- racing continues'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/Sp_dfFax9lI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gre2OThAxwY/s72-c/capizzano__MG_5818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-6035137204429044409</id><published>2009-09-02T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:11:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no turning back</title><content type='html'>For the first time, I cried about it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6035137204429044409?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6035137204429044409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6035137204429044409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6035137204429044409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6035137204429044409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-is-no-turning-back.html' title='There is no turning back'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7215746618508830758</id><published>2009-09-01T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:46:33.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break me.</title><content type='html'>I ate my 2 cookies before my six-inch sub. The significance of that? I don't get to enjoy 2 cookies after my sandwich. Like having dessert before dinner. I have a 10 min break, so i'm eating my sandwich now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me not to choose a class at SESS in the morning and the next at LKCSOB right after. You only get like 15 min between both classes. 5min spent listening to prof say "sorry, and just need a couple more minutes..", 5min spent waiting for the lift which is super crowded because everyone ends lessons at the same time, 5min to run to the other end of the school. This usually means there isn't much time or no time at all to buy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to buy lunch today because I didn't want to skip lunch again. (And yesterday I had 2 lunches. Weight gain...... Yuuummmmmmyy.....) So I ran down the staircase that was meant for fire escape, and queued up for my usual Turkey Breast Subway Meal. A drink, a sub and 2 cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my 10 min break is over. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7215746618508830758?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7215746618508830758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7215746618508830758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7215746618508830758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7215746618508830758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-me.html' title='Break me.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-1538153905707455252</id><published>2009-08-25T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:09:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me her, they call me jane, that's not my name, that's not my name</title><content type='html'>I thought to myself in class today.. I can make friends because people want to know how to pronounce my name. People come up to me and say.. "Hello. Hey, sorry ah, how do I pronounce your name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, it's ok. I get that a lot. I'm she-vonne."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they never talk to me ever again. Two possible reasons. &lt;br /&gt;1) They've forgotten how to pronounce my name and is embarrassed to ask again.&lt;br /&gt;2) They were really just curious to know how to pronounce my name and had no intention of becoming my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say I can make friends because people want to know how to pronounce my name at the start of this blog entry? I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this blog entry that my sister's friend posted. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kev.deadsquid.com/?p=5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to correct the title of my blog, Jane is actually one form of the name Siobhan. Some trivia for you, Siobhan means "God is gracious". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, no one really calls me "she-vonne" anyway. It don't matter. I can't think of a person who does! Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-1538153905707455252?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1538153905707455252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=1538153905707455252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1538153905707455252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/1538153905707455252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-call-me-her-they-call-me-jane.html' title='They call me her, they call me jane, that&apos;s not my name, that&apos;s not my name'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7309680563216444409</id><published>2009-08-24T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:11:36.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confused.</title><content type='html'>What's the point of asking a question when you are expecting or willing to accept only one answer? The answer that you think is right or you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally fell ill. Caught a cold. Nevermind. Better now than in September. I was just thinking to myself, "I haven't fallen (seriously) sick in quite a few months now..." Never think those thoughts to yourself. The moment you think it, you're gonna get it. I like to think that it will do my immune system some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone with Lew for a while and it made me feel peaceful. (Just when I needed it.) I don't know why. It just did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I always tell myself it's ok to be different. I want to be different. But sometimes I don't dare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7309680563216444409?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7309680563216444409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7309680563216444409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7309680563216444409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7309680563216444409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-confused.html' title='I&apos;m confused.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-730689992702712364</id><published>2009-08-24T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:26:58.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a Subway but I have no time to go there to buy one.</title><content type='html'>Back in school. What an intense morning. I tried to finish my homework last night but I just couldn't think anymore. So I decided to wake up in the morning to complete it. I did, but then I couldn't find my diary and the printer was not working. Blah blah blah, was running late and cycled like a mad dog to school and didn't have time to get any food. Forgot my water bottle which sucks too. Nevermind. Get Pocari Sweat at gym. I'm so thirsty now and the guy beside me is drinking coke and my stomach is growling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cameron Highlands and Lake Kenyir trip was so fun. It's such a small world. I was just thinking to myself that day that this uncle on the trip, Uncle Freddy, walks, talks and looks like Uncle Tony. And that night, I found out that Uncle Freddy is Uncle Tony's younger brother!! Haha. They are seriously alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather at Cameron Highlands was nice and cooling. Lake Kenyir, the biggest man-made lake in Malaysia, was pretty. The company was great and I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time, I need to get lunch now. Lots of work tonight. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me if it's wrong, I can't answer you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-730689992702712364?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/730689992702712364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=730689992702712364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/730689992702712364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/730689992702712364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-subway-but-i-have-no-time.html' title='I feel like a Subway but I have no time to go there to buy one.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7899176580358819237</id><published>2009-08-17T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:18:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple more hours.</title><content type='html'>I was cycling home and this random person started chatting with me. I enjoyed the conversation. Thank you random person. Funny how sometimes you can converse with strangers and really enjoy it. I miss my cycle-home-from-gym-together company, aka Sara. She'll be back in gym on Friday I assume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like drinking bubble tea at 9 plus tonight, and Sengleong went to Parkway to buy for me!! I feel loved. Pigs are flying tonight. Can you see them in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Capital Management(HCM) class was quite interesting, and the prof is witty and funny. He speaks well too. Very seldom can I survive 3 hours in class without the Internet. An assignment each week though, on top of the big project stuff. A lot of readings as well. At least the contents interest me. Oh that reminds me, I need to buy the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I've got Statistics 101 and Management of People at Work(MPW). I'm looking forward to school, and looking forward to after school as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, first day at school went well, and I'm looking forward to an enjoyable(but tiring for sure) semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7899176580358819237?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7899176580358819237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7899176580358819237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7899176580358819237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7899176580358819237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-more-hours.html' title='Couple more hours.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-4810594065328456588</id><published>2009-08-16T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:12:42.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post number 334, now i'm more than half evil.</title><content type='html'>Conversation in the boat park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You guys training alone again? No coach?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: How come Jovina never train?&lt;br /&gt;Me: She's in Hungary for race.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: How come you never go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's a youth event.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Huh? Jovina still youth meh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: But she looks so much older than you two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Haha. I don't really know whether to think that as a compliment or not. On this same day, someone thought I got engaged. Ok, I'd rather people think I'm young than old. No, I'm not engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailing today was more effective than normal. Amazing how much you can learn and change in a short few hours. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starts in exactly 12 hours from now. God bless my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-4810594065328456588?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4810594065328456588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=4810594065328456588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4810594065328456588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/4810594065328456588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-number-334-now-im-more-than-half.html' title='Post number 334, now i&apos;m more than half evil.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-878550332511832280</id><published>2009-08-15T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:15:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids, stop over feeding my turtles.</title><content type='html'>A conversation I heard in an elevator today.&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: Flying in or flying out?&lt;br /&gt;Air steward: I just flew in from Zurich.&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: Are you serious? &lt;br /&gt;Air steward: Yes sir, I was in First Class. You don't remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: Sorry I don't...&lt;br /&gt;Air steward: It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day till school starts. Mentally, not prepared. I doubt I'll meet anyone I know in Monday's class. I don't know anyone else taking an OBHR major like me. Everyone's in Finance or Marketing. Mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what CC's burnt skin looks like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SobtLs06nUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RAGAzY8kqes/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SobtLs06nUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RAGAzY8kqes/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370240390953344322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-878550332511832280?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/878550332511832280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=878550332511832280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/878550332511832280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/878550332511832280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-stop-over-feeding-my-turtles.html' title='Kids, stop over feeding my turtles.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SobtLs06nUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RAGAzY8kqes/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-8373480416204000446</id><published>2009-08-13T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:18:36.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music keeps me alive, especially in times like these</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoQVImwyQ3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/g75Jq-zhm_k/s1600-h/IMG_9923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoQVImwyQ3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/g75Jq-zhm_k/s320/IMG_9923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369439893320778610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks better with long hair. Not that it'll make a difference to the music she makes. Vienna Teng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when Hanson's gonna release their next album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little angel you got to learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;Get up and earn your wings tonight&lt;br /&gt;Little angel just look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Get up and earn your wings tonight&lt;br /&gt;-Broken Angel, Hanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered Dent May &amp; His Magnificent Ukulele on Daytrotter. Daytrotter is seriously the best website. Have Pete to thank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.daytrotter.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8373480416204000446?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8373480416204000446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8373480416204000446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8373480416204000446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8373480416204000446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-keeps-me-alive-especially-in.html' title='Music keeps me alive, especially in times like these'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoQVImwyQ3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/g75Jq-zhm_k/s72-c/IMG_9923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-6192694114111276816</id><published>2009-08-13T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:51:36.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a hug, a massage and sleep.</title><content type='html'>I can't really decide if it's a good day or bad day or just an ok day. One of those days where you get a bit of everything. I won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sailed this afternoon when the wind was strongest. Did a variety of stuff and just enjoyed my time out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest ear candy is the album Veneer by Jose Gonzalez. I didn't know he sang Heartbeats. One of my favs. The Knife version is nicer to listen to while staring at the moon and stars. Man, I miss my lying down on the deck of the boat, listening to music and looking up into the clear sky. The moon is so bright it almost looks like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really sleepy. But I haven't done what I wanted to do the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6192694114111276816?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6192694114111276816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6192694114111276816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6192694114111276816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6192694114111276816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-hug-massage-and-sleep.html' title='I need a hug, a massage and sleep.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-921328828426991071</id><published>2009-08-11T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:03:20.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been typative lately.</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, I am actually capable of taking public transport. Bus AND MRT. And to make myself not sound so much like a spoilt brat, I need to inform you that I cycle around to places a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the holidays are coming to an end. I've already gotten used to this lifestyle, which is not much of a lifestyle at all. So, I think school will do me some good. It's just 14 weeks of my life at a time, and hopefully less this semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good way to motivate me through my 14 weeks, is to tell myself, it's more like 14 weeks of semi-hard fitness training. Cycle to school, sit for 3-6 hours, cycle to gym/home/sailing/drums. Other than that, plenty of project meetings and study(ahem), sailing and gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to know, I do learn a lot in school, and it's not as bad as I make it sound. I secretly enjoy school. You know how sometimes, when you get it all going, it's not that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked a studio for drum practice today. Good way to kill some time as well but my right knee hurts now, banging on the bass drum too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to wash the car later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've washed the car already. Sparkling clean. I also went for a run before I washed the car, to a bench by the sea where I sat with a friend one night and chatted, enjoyed the breeze and the night. The weather is quite good tonight and I surprisingly enjoyed the run, because I usually don't like to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new friend Hobo. Mojo's a bit shy.. Doesn't want to come out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoGVzMLxGFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QeLby8X6rwI/s1600-h/P8110195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoGVzMLxGFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QeLby8X6rwI/s320/P8110195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736937478789202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoGWAPm9POI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HTKhQixvKk8/s1600-h/P8110199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoGWAPm9POI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HTKhQixvKk8/s320/P8110199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368737161736436962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-921328828426991071?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/921328828426991071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=921328828426991071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/921328828426991071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/921328828426991071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-typative-lately.html' title='I&apos;ve been typative lately.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SoGVzMLxGFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QeLby8X6rwI/s72-c/P8110195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-7568129266931271455</id><published>2009-08-09T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:39:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you want to talk to me?</title><content type='html'>No not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, I find myself defending people I don't need to or shouldn't defend. It's silly especially when I put myself in a disadvantaged position by defending them. But then again, it's all easily justifiable when you love someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training session was, unexpectedly good. It's not that I expect my sessions to be bad, but this was better than good. Which is. Great. The wind just came when it wanted to. One minute it was flat and quiet, the next minute it was blowing 10-12 knots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest news, Sam, Fana, Trina and Audrey bought be 2 baby turtles for my birthday. We had a mini belated birthday celebration at the old lighthouse along East Coast Park. They now live in a nice little tank with coarse sand and glow in the dark pebbles. A small log and some fake grass. Thank you guys. I named my turtles Hobo and Mojo. Don't really have a reason why I named them that, but I like it.. (Beats Homo and Mofo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the worst sore throat + headache combo this morning. Had to drink water and go back to sleep and 2 extra hours made all the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's creepy my dreams have been coming true. 3 times already in 2 weeks. Please please please, dream of myself marrying a rich handsome guy!!!... haha. (Or at least make the current guy handsome.. and rich...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got funny taste when it comes to music. I think I am ok with pretty much anything except metal and screaming music(aerosmith's ok). But most people don't appreciate the music that I prefer. It's either the band's too gay, or the music's just too weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, music's music. Whatever is music to your ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever waited for something with anticipation, only to be disappointed because it's not what you expected? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough emo-ness. I think I'm feeling sleepy, hence the emo-ness. I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7568129266931271455?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7568129266931271455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7568129266931271455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7568129266931271455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7568129266931271455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-you-want-to-talk-to-me.html' title='Don&apos;t you want to talk to me?'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-7387138049162447229</id><published>2009-08-06T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:14:13.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rhythm is gonna get you.....tonight.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you click with people straight away. (Sometimes it's the complete opposite.) Today was pretty cool. Lew asked me out. I was thinking to myself, "We've met once at the gym, had a short conversation, I don't really know her.....we do have a common interest.." and I said OK, sure, why not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I met new people anyway. Everyone knows I have no friends. Not many anyway. All my friends are either sailors, sailing-related people, my mum's primary school tuition kids, or classmates, or babies. Raise your hand if you do not fall into any of those categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. I hang out with primary school kids and toddlers, and bring them swimming or to the beach. That's my idea of hanging out. TODAY, however, I went out with Lew and chilled out. How's that for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked and laughed and talked and laughed. It was a good distraction. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exaggerating when I said I have no friends. I take that back. I have wonderful friends. You, you and you. More than I can ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do some planning for this month. Squeeze in more training time, even after school resumes. I need it if I want to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to prefer the acoustic version of Penny and Me more than the original. But now, I like the original version better. It has more energy. It's how it should be really. It might be because ever since I took up drums, the first thing I notice about a song is it's drum beats. Or maybe it's how I interpret the song differently from before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think drums give a song it's... how should I put it. Its core. Its soul. Most people don't think much of drums. The drummer is always in the background. Drums is just.. background music. But no. It's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in acoustic music, the drum beats of a song are just replaced by a stronger strum or tap of a guitar, a hit on the tambourine. It's the same thing. What would the world be like if there were no drums? I can't imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel her read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Under the moon as it plays,&lt;br /&gt;Like music every line,&lt;br /&gt;There's a rug with bleeding dye under the fan in the room,&lt;br /&gt;Where the passion's burning high,&lt;br /&gt;By the chair with the leopard skin under the light,&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;-Penny and Me, Hanson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-7387138049162447229?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7387138049162447229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=7387138049162447229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7387138049162447229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/7387138049162447229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/rhythm-is-gonna-get-youtonight.html' title='The rhythm is gonna get you.....tonight.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-2087294022912297681</id><published>2009-08-03T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:59:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I turned 18.</title><content type='html'>A couple of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;A few kisses.&lt;br /&gt;A mini frenzy at my place. &lt;br /&gt;A surprise.&lt;br /&gt;A home-baked bitter chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;A packet of muesli.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of cream on my face.&lt;br /&gt;A dunk.&lt;br /&gt;An audio cd.&lt;br /&gt;A visual cd.&lt;br /&gt;A bag.&lt;br /&gt;A dinner.&lt;br /&gt;A win.&lt;br /&gt;A foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;A few handshakes.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than I need, more than I can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am 22.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2087294022912297681?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2087294022912297681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2087294022912297681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2087294022912297681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2087294022912297681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-i-turned-18.html' title='The day I turned 18.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-8988229144166365705</id><published>2009-07-30T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:51:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another post about my not so eventful (yet) life</title><content type='html'>It's crazy when you really really don't want someone to do something, but at the same time really really really want him/her to do that something. I think my head is just bonkers. I've been weird lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to get tickets to The Complete Works of William Shakespeare because it's totally sold out!!!!, but nevermind. Received an email from Lisa, which made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SnB90FFo62I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rqXnaiJiVW4/s1600-h/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SnB90FFo62I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rqXnaiJiVW4/s320/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363925489870760802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my two fav kids from Sydney terribly. Come to Singapore... come to Singapore... come... come... come now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya is the best Yaya in the whole world. I wanted to drink Tom Yum soup yesterday night.. and she cooked it for me today. And it's super yummy. Spoilt child. I'm going to learn the recipe and cook it for you, you and you.. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race this weekend. Hope there will be wind and lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-8988229144166365705?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8988229144166365705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=8988229144166365705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8988229144166365705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/8988229144166365705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-another-post-about-my-not-so.html' title='Just another post about my not so eventful (yet) life'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SnB90FFo62I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rqXnaiJiVW4/s72-c/IMG_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150411784876498992.post-6218685066434383924</id><published>2009-07-26T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:29:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little sleep deprived.</title><content type='html'>If you ask me, I want a drum set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Jack and Rai perform at the Esplanade outdoor theater. I could watch them forever. Love Jack's guitar skills and Rai's voice. We got lucky. We went for a walk and they happened to be performing just as we reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit sleep deprived. Haven't been sleeping too well. It was weird. Last night I couldn't sleep from around 3.40 to 4.30 ish. I'd rather dream a lot while sleeping, than day(night) dreaming while awake. Better sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a nice day today. Woke up, had breakfast, lazed around, did some stuff, went sailing, had a good session. After training Sean, Joel, Dawn and I went to subways for a.. well, sandwich. It's nice to sit and eat, chat and laugh. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in about 3 weeks. Get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. I do have a tendency to think too much. Ok goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-6218685066434383924?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6218685066434383924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=6218685066434383924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6218685066434383924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/6218685066434383924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-little-sleep-deprived.html' title='Just a little sleep deprived.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2428866499378257346</id><published>2009-07-20T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:17:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it.</title><content type='html'>I need to plan my next escapade. Maybe something to look forward to during mid term break? I like the sound of that. Plan plan plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on a mission. I've been on that mission for years now. Help me!!! Maybe something with more impact? Mmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 2 maybes already. I obviously have many questions I can't answer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight brought back some unhappy memories (unfortunately) about some trips in the past. But it also made me thankful for all that is happening at sailing currently and for all that I can look forward to. I hope we all get to go this year end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the wind will be good tomorrow. I hope there's strong wind and then we'll go on a long upwind and reach all the way down. Using newer spin = easier to go on a reach = more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2428866499378257346?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2428866499378257346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2428866499378257346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2428866499378257346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2428866499378257346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</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-3150411784876498992.post-2616449184641838064</id><published>2009-07-17T23:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:49:58.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just trying to find an oasis.</title><content type='html'>Watched Transformers and Harry Potter. Both were quite funny and pleasant to watch. I want to watch Public Enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie came over last night (with her parents Jacob and Tracy haha). She's so cute!! 2 people replied Dawn, telling her they'll be coming. 2 others replied saying they can't make it.. In the end, about 13 people came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Was browsing photos and I rediscovered some photos that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCbv8Xjx6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/VNNMMKLEQxE/s1600-h/1_362540297l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCbv8Xjx6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/VNNMMKLEQxE/s320/1_362540297l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359454804531988386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was that 2 years ago.. or 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCaCSC7OlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NZM-KZSUFCs/s1600-h/P1250968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCaCSC7OlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NZM-KZSUFCs/s320/P1250968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359452920565414482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 years ago. One of my fav close up photos. Love Dongdong's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCa7ReniPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aXFailr6u4k/s1600-h/P1260013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCa7ReniPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aXFailr6u4k/s320/P1260013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359453899665672434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and I doing random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go browse the desktop computer for more treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150411784876498992-2616449184641838064?l=isiobhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2616449184641838064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3150411784876498992&amp;postID=2616449184641838064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2616449184641838064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3150411784876498992/posts/default/2616449184641838064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isiobhan.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-trying-to-find-oasis.html' title='I&apos;m just trying to find an oasis.'/><author><name>siobhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815159321313135970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wh0b4PXtOyg/SmCbv8Xjx6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/VNNMMKLEQxE/s72-c/1_362540297l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
