<?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-3206256</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:03:38.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl</title><subtitle type='html'>just some of my thoughts (maybe pretty bizarre at times but mostly funny... i think)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-91252881</id><published>2003-03-23T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T18:18:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie you guys... seeing that this blog has been giving me tons of problems and i'm finally 21! it's time to move on to a new blog. i'm no longer a little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find the new me at http://diamondbutterfly.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-91252881?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/91252881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/91252881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91252881' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90827789</id><published>2003-03-16T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T17:27:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back in my hostel room again. probably one of the last times before i move out for good... will miss it a little... but what i'll miss more is all the downloading! staying at home has given me downloading withdrawal symptoms! i can't download my songs! and no more friends and gilmore girls! sigh... i'll just hafta wait for it to come on tv just like everyone else :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my sunburn has started peeling. i look so gross now :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90827789?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90827789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90827789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90827789' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90716278</id><published>2003-03-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T08:31:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sunburnt. but not the horrible peeling kind of sunburnt but the faye wong type. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all cos i played tennis today. actually i wasn't planning to but i got persuaded and i haven't played in years! seriously. i think the last time was in sec 2 which was SEVEN years ago!! but it's quite fun tho :) altho u keep having to pick up the ball &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting closer and closer to my birthday... have u all got your flower shirts yet? *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90716278?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90716278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90716278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90716278' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90655431</id><published>2003-03-13T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T09:39:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i'm a big reality tv junkie so of course i never miss american idol. i just LOVE talent contests. i just wish i had even half the talent and guts to actually join one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways now i'm officially a CLAY AIKEN fan! oh my god u can't imagine someone like him having a voice like that but i tell ya with a voice like that i can fall head over heels anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now other than clay who i feel has a really good shot at being THE american idol 2 i also support kimberley locke and julia demato. altho unfortunately both were voted in the bottom 3!!! what's up with you america?? ok i admit that both of them weren't at their best but hey they weren't the worst! thank goodness they're still around i hope they do much better next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been reading some stuff and apparently alot of ppl think that julia's very snobbish and felt that she was being very egotistical. i dunno... perhaps there is a little truth in that. but shouldn't it be about the talent?? i dunno maybe i'm a little biased after the whole kimberley-julia feud. plus personally i feel that julia looks better. but anyways i always prefer a clearer voice like julia's over a more coarse voice like kimberley's. altho i do feel that kimberley sang great too! but it's just personal preference i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the thing is you may have your favourites and you may not go for certain performers but it really irks me when ppl say mean horrid things about the performers. especially on that stupid 50 cents per sms thing that ch5 set up i bet they're earning big bucks from that. hey all you stupid ppl do u realise that ure paying money to chat on tv where nobody really cares what u say anyways cos most ppl are watching the damn show! does it really please u so much to see your handtyped "hellooo..." appear on tv? maybe that's just the closest u can get to being on tv huh. but the ones i hate most are those that diss the performers. i rem one sms actually told a contestant to go to hell! there are really too many angry people in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways clay still continues to charm me with his voice and i'm hoping next week julia and kimberley locke do better. kimberley really has such a fantastic voice i can't believe she was in the bottom three!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90655431?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90655431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90655431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90655431' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90598495</id><published>2003-03-12T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T10:08:14.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided that when i turn 21 i'm gonna start a new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to signify change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to signify that i'm finally an adult (altho i wonder if i really want to be one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer a little girl (in 9 days time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90598495?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90598495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90598495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90598495' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90598327</id><published>2003-03-12T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T10:04:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just tried this mind reader online thingy! it's so accurate it's damn freaky! the site is http://mr-31238.mr.valuehost.co.uk/assets/Flash/psychic.swf so if anyone of u can solve it PLEASE tell me how it works!!! (in the middle of typing this entry this mystery was solved so haha i know the answer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it's 150 am and i'm still online. the reason is i just watched felicity and it was actually quite a thought-provoking show altho i still hate how felicity is so fickle. ben? noel? no ben! no i think noel... turns me off! but this episode was interesting tho. u see felicity caught her boyfriend ben cheating on her with another girl so she breaks up with him. then she attends noel's wedding where she finds herself totally attracted to him and she starts to wonder if she really should haf chosen noel in the first place. then meghan makes this spell that sends felicity back in time where she breaks up with ben and goes with noel... the end of the show was felicity and noel kissing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course kaypoh me couldn't leave it at that so i HAD to come online to find out wat happened next so basically things get screwed up history is changed. everyone dates everyone else and noel gets killed in a fire. so felicity tries to tell everyone that she's from the future and they think she's crazy and get her hospitalized. but ben realises she is telling the truth and she tells her to forgive him cos given the chance he would never wanna lose her... so in the end they find the guy who wrote the spell book and managed to change everything back to normal and so in the end felicity and ben live happily ever after... in fact everyone lives happily ever after even this girl who got killed in a car accident doesn't die in the end cos felicity told her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about my birthday party i have decided to have a flower theme. i guess it makes it more interesting and colourful. so EVERYONE who is invited has to wear flowers. can be clothes or anything! but YOU HAFTA WEAR FLOWERS :) i'm thinking of whether to exempt guys tho... cos i really don't want half a room of hawaiian shirts :PPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90598327?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90598327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90598327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90598327' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90524541</id><published>2003-03-11T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T07:14:04.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's finally over. i can finally come home and not have that feeling of dread that i have so much notes to pore over. it's over! (well not really... but at least for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i get to start planning for my birthday party... i really am not sure whether to do anything elaborate or not... i mean it's like i don't wanna be so busy that day that i don't get to enjoy myself :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that since my birthday is coming... that means PRESENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting so many ppl asking me wat i want that ii'm racking my brains to come up with ideas. i'm actually one for surprises. but good surprises not bad surprises... and the logic here is that since it's the 21st birthday ppl are gonna spend more (i hope) and so i guess it would be much better if they bought something that i really liked rather than waste so much money :) i'm a practical person so if you're reading this and wondering wat to get me... no jewellery, no display items. something useful like bags, clothes... better yet come to ME i'll give you some ideas HAHA&lt;div 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online reading gilmore girls spoilers! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i just read something incredibly juicy altho it probably won't be anything much unless you're a fan of gilmore girls. which i doubt any of the few ppl who actually read wat i write are :) yup well jess apparently tries to get rory to have sex with him at some party in some random bedroom!!! is that shocking or what. i always thought it weird tt rory, so pristine and goody goody, would rather be spending time sucking faces with jess. and of course, the jerk in him finally comes out. altho they make it as if he was just self destructing... yada yada yada... i never was a fan of jess. i don't get wat's so 'cool' about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite scary to think tt even a feel good show like gilmore girls seems to be advocating (ok not really but still rory did admit tt it was a possiblity tt she might have sex) premarital sex. to think of all ppl rory... the absolute last person u would expect! scary to think about maybe it might be rather common in singapore too... in fact i do know of one person... rather goody goody, but still... pretty shocking stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help! exams starting tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90242154?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90242154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90242154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90242154' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90153312</id><published>2003-03-04T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T19:33:55.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my balloon looks sad and deflated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's still floating amazingly... 13 days old already. i wonder how much longer it can survive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm looking forward to is the end of my exams! really can't wait for tuesday to come... and also that means that i'll hafta start serious planning for my birthday party... i'm not really looking forward to turning 21 actually... the stage when u hafta start behaving as an adult but yet at heart i'm still a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90153312?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90153312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90153312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90153312' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-90098748</id><published>2003-03-03T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T22:48:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is getting terribly dreary for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i really lose sight as to why i chose medicine as my path. there's endless amount of studying to be done (and for those of ya who know me i really am not the studying sort :P) and the job is stressful and with long hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that there are no more lectures for the rest of the year (meaning till april) i've been stuck at home, studying. ok i admit TRYING to study. but at least i do get some studying done everyday... but it's such a dreary existence... wake up, read newspaper, study alittle, cook maggi mee, study abit more, maybe nap, watch some tv. no going out, no social life. life pretty much sucks. sometimes i wonder why on earth am i stressing myself out so much with all this studying. i only haf one life, i should enjoy it rite? can't even watch all the tv shows that i want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-90098748?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90098748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/90098748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90098748' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-89344698</id><published>2003-02-18T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T18:26:09.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chicago fever is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with the music the last time the musical came to town. and i must say the movie brought it all back to me. in fact being older and everything i understand the story so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renee zellweger and catherine zeta jones have surprisingly good voices. special mention to catherine zeta jones who got so into character tt u actually forget that she's catherine zeta jones. not to mention tt her song and dance routines are all top notch. as for renee, well she's not bad a singer but for some reason her mannerism or something seem to remind me of ally mcbeal. go catch it and tell me if u feel the same. i can even kinda imagine calista flockhart acting. altho maybe not singing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard gere was great in his role. altho his singing and dancing were pretty below par especially when compared to his other two co-stars. but he pulled off his role very convincingly i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way the director chose to shoot the movie, the interplay between reality and stage. that was really interesting. it not only kept the true essence of the musical but also brought across the message that everything ultimately is a show. what i once simply just took as a story being told thru dance and music, became all the more intriguing and made me think so much more. this is definitely not just a piece of fluff with good music and legs for miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost like a darker version of moulin rouge. and though it's easy to compare the two yet they are so different. moulin rouge was so full of hope and love. whereas chicago (the naughty cousin of moulin rouge) delights in using subterfuge for personal gain. evil has never looked so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would plug the movie and encourage everyone to go catch it but i'm sure i don't need to :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-89344698?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89344698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89344698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89344698' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-89235561</id><published>2003-02-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T04:24:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand why producers like to break up tv couples. first buffy and angel and now rory and dean. what is the world coming to? don't they still believe in first loves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-89235561?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89235561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89235561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89235561' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-89235426</id><published>2003-02-17T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T04:25:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny how it seems that valentine's day seems to affect those who are single more than those who are attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me for example. my valentine's day was really a non-event. no presents. no flowers. no nice dinner. no gigantic declaration of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just spending the day together. which was enough :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-89235426?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89235426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89235426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89235426' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-89235357</id><published>2003-02-17T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T04:16:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got two FREE tickets to watch Chicago tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gloat*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-89235357?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89235357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89235357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89235357' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-89025496</id><published>2003-02-13T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T02:41:55.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why i put so much time and sweat into dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably to satisfy my lust to perform, to shine and look good on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to dream of being spotted in the streets. i have of course. but for what? some crummy internet voting competition and an audition for a commercial which only proved how terrible an actress i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. my only claim to fame would be appearing in the yellow pages for an ad for yamaha. haha you didn't see that? thank god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-89025496?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89025496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89025496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89025496' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-89025426</id><published>2003-02-13T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T02:46:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how sometimes you want something so much but just don't want to buy it cos you think it's too expensive? then you spend your days thinking about it, pondering should i? shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's nice when he just drags you into the shop and buys it for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-89025426?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89025426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/89025426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89025426' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-88880351</id><published>2003-02-10T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T16:22:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping for birthday presents is not fun... it's actually stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me kat and yuwen went shopping for shuling's birthday present. it was quite fun at first. but it got really tiring when shop after shop produced nothing. it didn't help that shuling's taste is soso different from any of ours. not to mention her erm body is pretty different which made buying clothes a real problem too :P in the end we settled on a few items which i thought were not bad... but still the worrying thing is whether she'll like them. as she said before, opening presents are really stressful cos if u don't like a present u gotta pretend that you do... which probably means she has lots of experience in that area. haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is turning 21... even i will be... soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesterday i saw a girl who wore her jeans so low that when she sat down. all of us could see half her butt crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: no hipsters for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-88880351?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/88880351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/88880351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88880351' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-88051467</id><published>2003-01-26T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T08:59:25.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the strangest feeling really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be surrounded by people you know and yet feel so so alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was after my ca and i was on the bus to orchard to meet wayne. there were so many groups of med fac ppl on the bus. i knew almost every single one of them but yet not well enough to be able to mix into their group. i actually rather that i was on a bus filled with perfect strangers. it's such a strange feeling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to wonder if it was because i was devoting all my spare time to wayne. or maybe i'm just losing touch with my social skills. but i guess it's more like all my close friends (namely swyk and my best friend) all have significant others. thank goodness for MY significant other or i might just hafta go crazy sitting in my hostel room alone every night. just me and my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things got better after that. and i realise i do still have friends after all. many friends. just that we're all busy doing something somewhere... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-88051467?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/88051467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/88051467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88051467' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-86998540</id><published>2003-01-06T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T00:39:26.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yvonne turned 21 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all getting old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-86998540?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/86998540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/86998540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86998540' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-86870968</id><published>2003-01-03T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T02:13:38.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>signs that you are becoming an auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 you wake up really early to go to a departmental store sale and are waiting outside the entrance before the store even opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 your first stop is the household section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 when choosing between purchasing a bikini or bedsheets, you choose bedsheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 aunties compliment you on your choice of bedsheet and strike up a conversation with you while queueing to pay up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign that you are not (thankfully) becoming an auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you buy a $59 mango skirt on sale cos it's pretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-86870968?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/86870968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/86870968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86870968' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-85884449</id><published>2002-12-12T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T00:30:33.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as most amazing race fans and singaporeans know... the amazing race actually came to singapore!!!! i can't believe it they were actually right here filming and it wasn't just a flight stopover either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the actual episode was such a letdown. teams went to find the margaret thatcher orchid, diving in the manatee enclosure at the zoo, find phua chu kang in a hdb flat and lastly went to suntec city's 'fountain of wealth' BORING!!! i expected more. now singapore is gonna look like such a dumb n boring place to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey i was reading some reviews and here's one funny thing that some american said : 'Over at the Cooked Chook You Apartment Hive(i think he means choa chu kang hdb blocks), the elevator goes from "6" to "11"  Who designed this place? Can someone explain these kooky elevators? find the right apartment and get their clue from Cooked You Chook. He has a wacky fake mole on his face. I think his apartment complex suits him. I bet they film the show right there, and every week people laugh at the wacky elevator.' is that a riot or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah john vito and jill have been eliminated *BOOHOO* and now the twins are gone too. and i just can't believe teri and ian are still around! wait i think i just saw a pig fly! urgh now let's just hope ken n gerard win it altho it doesn't seem likely. oh just not teri and ian please not them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-85884449?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/85884449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/85884449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85884449' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-85202141</id><published>2002-11-28T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T01:04:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the amazing race is just about the only thing REALLY worth watching on tv nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat is really on. now that there are only 5 teams left. this was the first episode that actually got my heart pumping and adrenaline rushing. woah. i only felt like that in last season's finale... well i guess it's cos i'm really rooting for john vito and jill and there were so many times i was so afraid that they were gonna drop behind and get eliminated. unfortunately they did come in last. however it was a non-elimination leg! talk about luck! it's really still anyone's game seeing how teams always get bunched up together. and i can't believe they still complain about it! didn't they watch amazing race before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the only team that hasn't used their fast forward yet is john vito and jill.i'm hoping that that would ensure them a top 3 placing. i really hope john vito and jill get into the top three! *cross fingers* however somehow i don't think they will win... i suspect the twins might win it. however i read some rumour abt flo and zach n teri and ian on a flight back to america. which would mean that they would be in the top three! good lord no!!! teri and ian in the top three??? that's so unfair! but i guess this game is pretty unpredictable and bad luck can strike any time... my dream finale would be john vito n jill, flo n zach and oh brother :) with john vito n jill winning of course *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if john vito n jill really get eliminated i guess i would prob want flo n zach to win it. zach is a really great guy. but flo is such a whiner! and she keeps making zach carry her bags until even he complained to the camera! AND not to mention how she's flirting around with drew. it's like a repeat of last season's tara and alex. altho it ain't that obvious YET. altho... oh brother managed to pick up on some romantic tension between them. poor zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to my favourite team to hate. i don't think i need any explanations on why i hate them. ok i don't hate them but i hope they get eliminated next. haha i read something really funny that another writer wrote about them " And for those of you who love (or hate) Teri and Ian, I was thinking halfway through the episode that neither of them had said any good lines to incorporate into the recap tonight, but Ian did not disappoint as the episode neared its conclusion and the teams were running through cow pastures and up hills to get to the Pit Stop.  The best part came when Ian had already vaulted over a fence and was screaming at Teri over his shoulder to catch up to him.  As she prepared to climb over the fence, Ian said to her, “Watch your crotch!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week there's a 2 hour episode!!! i can't wait!!! curse u cbs i have exams to study for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-85202141?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/85202141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/85202141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85202141' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-84995543</id><published>2002-11-23T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T21:10:15.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the lonely planet is a weird show. a weird weird weird weird show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell the truth i have never ever watched it before in my life. never even read the books. and by some cosmic twist of fate i found myself tuning it the other night. and it wasn't even because it was hey it's the lonely planet on tv! let's catch it and see what it's all about. it was some channel switching with me settling on the most interesting programme i could find on tv after bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i didn't even know it was the lonely planet till after the credits rolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways why is it weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one they chose some godforsaken location which is supposed to be some native island or something as the people dress like they're from some tribe but they have english names like 'john' and hey they rent out rooms too. but it's not ur typical hotel, you're expected to help out in the chores which include feeding the pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first i saw our host (some zany girl by the name of megan) step of her boat onto her first destination : 'a real deserted island' she claimed. well there was one guy there so it was deserted enough i guess. she stayed there one night but it was mostly indoors cos it rained horribly for most of the day. the highlight of that short trip were some dogs eating her skirt. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second island. didn't show much except she explained how since there was so much water around, the islanders mainly ate seafood. thus land animals were considered a delicacy. and then she went into a dingy kitchen to watch this lady prepare her delicacy for that night - yummy fruit bat! it was most disgusting and puke inducing. ok for anyone who wants the recipe this is as much as i could get. first u take a fruit bat. i think u chop off the wings. don't bother to skin it or chop off the head. then u boil it in water. after which u take it out and massage some oil or something into it's fur. then u roll it around in toasted coconut (i think) and then u fry it in hot oil. voila! megan clearly didn't wanna eat it, but i guess that's what comes along with being a host of the lonely planet. 'okie it has two eyes, and oh u can even see it's teeth. oh the head comes off quite easily' and after which she proceeded to nibble the bat's head 'yeah there's not a lot of meat actually. hmmm... i think that's enough for me' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next island please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next island shows megan cycling and explaining that when u come to this island ladies must make sure that they wear shorts up to their knees because showing the thighs is considered rude and indecent. so u can go around topless, but please remember not to flash your thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which she reaches a village n introduces herself to a local (hey it's john!) yeah n he agrees to show her around.he decides to bring her to the bank. ok u see this bank is quite different from the usual banks. well firstly, they still use stones as currency. and secondly, well the stones are huge. and i mean huge, the immovable kind of huge. so basically the money never leaves the bank, it just changes owners. and the new owner's name is inscribed on the stone. it solves the problem of bank thieves i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next megan wanted to visit a neighbouring island where there was a jellyfish lake. but to do that she had to go to some office to get permission as all the land is private and she had to obtain permission first. when she got to the office i got a shock. the two guys sitting at the desk were naked! oh no wait. they're just topless. oh how stupid of me. there's nothing wrong with topless men sitting in an office with piles of paperwork on their desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so megan got her permission and went on to the jellyfish lake. which was clearly the highlight of the entire trip. she was literally swimming amongst millions of jellyfish which she could just touch and feel them glide past her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... what did i learn about this traveller's paradise. not much. but hey megan's zaniness really carried the show and actually managed to make me sit thru the entire time. even though not a single part of me wants to ever visit those islands. no. not even for the fried bat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-84995543?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/84995543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/84995543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84995543' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-83358868</id><published>2002-10-22T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T10:12:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't written for pretty long. but i guess it's cos there really isn't much to say. school is boring as usual. i've even gotten tired of complaining about it. we just had a CA for 5 subjects recently. the results aren't out yet... and i'm not sure if i really wanna know anyways. the realisation that the life of a med student is totally sucky is beginning to set in. well for one we have school until dec 19!! that's like a whole month extra lessons. and not to forget a fantastic ol' CA at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note i've been downloading lotsa stuff :) haha i even have the episodes for the new season of friends and gilmore girls! cool eh. yeah and i've downloaded some montages of buffy and angel... sigh they are definitely my favourite tv couple... why did they make them break up :PPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie lah i better go back to doing my work now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-83358868?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/83358868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/83358868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83358868' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-81951080</id><published>2002-09-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T08:13:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whenever u manage to buy something good at a really really cheap price do you get this nice happy feeling inside of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i bought a pair of fila shoes at $29 and the original price was $91.35. :))) there was a $101 windbreaker goin for only $30 but it was a guy one so it was waay too big for me. sales are so wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately i saw this pair of hush puppy boots that i bought that was really quite ex that was 20% off. that sucked. i almost didn't wanna go and check the price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was at the market waiting in line to order shao ya fan. and when my gaze fell into the store to my horror i saw rows and rows of unroasted ducks dangling from the ceiling. it was like a slaughter house... pretty much killed my appetite :PPP how do those ppl manage it. to spend the entire day with dead ducks dangling above the heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-81951080?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81951080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81951080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81951080' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-81557420</id><published>2002-09-13T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T08:56:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched guns and talk. this korean show that was supposed to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes supposed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe my expectations were too high. i watched my sassy girl and i absolutely loved it. so perhaps i had high hopes for this other highly acclaimed korean movie. well basically the plot was quite bare. and the characters are really weird. and they spend half their time stoning, making the movie abit slow moving. i mean there were good parts too. but as a whole i definitely wouldn't spend even $6.50 to watch it in the cinemas. the four guys aren't even good looking. okay one of em is but that's beside the point&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-81557420?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81557420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81557420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81557420' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-81461483</id><published>2002-09-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T22:40:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister is attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah my little sister is attached. so scary... she's growing up already :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like nowadays everyone is getting attached... most of my friends (except for the poor guys stuck in ns... sorry guys!) have all managed to find someone somehow or other. the other day i bumped into an old friend of mine and hey! she was attached too! the sworn 'lesbian'... can't believe it :) but of course to be attached is a good thing. but it's amazing how at this age everyone seems to just find somebody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in love is great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but having a boyfriend is not always so great *grin* not to say that my boyfriend is not wonderful cos he is (hafta add that in just in case he reads this haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-81461483?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81461483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81461483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81461483' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-81316464</id><published>2002-09-08T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T09:02:01.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>would you like to try some sashimi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those must be the most dangerous words in the english language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me recommend you some damn expensive sashimi with exotic-sounding names. how about a sampling? not too much or else you might not be able to afford it. *evil laughter and sound of cash registers ringing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sashimi came. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the bill came. and it was not so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say that one slice of fish actually cost us around 10 bucks. yes that was 10 bucks i was putting in my mouth. i should have taken teeny weeny bites. savour it more. make it worth it's 10 bucks... stupid waiter. he was more like a pushy salesman. and when he came to ask how was the sashimi and we told him it was nice he actually said 'thank you' as if he made the sashimi himself! and after lunch he 'kindly' offered us some complimentary ice cream. he asked us to choose between red bean and wasabe. wasabe? who on earth would eat wasabe ice cream? thank god they had no more left. i'm sure he would have force fed each of us and made us agree that his wasabe ice cream was the best ice cream we ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-81316464?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81316464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/81316464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81316464' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-80817748</id><published>2002-08-28T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T03:17:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just had a lousy hrm tutorial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people get the impression that doctors are not empathetic? and is forcing medical students to attend tutorials to 'teach' them how to be empathetic and which most of them skip anyways really the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's tutorial we had a case study of mrs patke who was diagnosed with breast cancer. and she had a relapse and was in the later stages of cancer. she suddenly didn't want to continue the therapy anymore and she had a quarrel with her husband who wanted her to continue the treatment. okie so the deal was to put yourself in each character's shoes and come up with ten sentences the character would say... *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the tutorial was when the guy presenting the husband's ten sentences said "I feel sad because I am going to lose my wife. i don't know what to do.... should i get a new wife?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only four people in my tutorial group skipped this session today. i bet there will be more 'absentees' next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-80817748?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80817748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80817748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80817748' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-80817652</id><published>2002-08-28T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T03:10:16.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think it must be mating season in the medical faculty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no other explanation for the numerous sightings of new couples. (i hear of a new one every day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when we first started school last year. someone told me that 'doctors marry doctors', and understandably that left him terribly distraught. (me and shuling told him to go chat up a nurse... or maybe the canteen auntie haha) looking at the trend now... i am actually beginning to see the logic in that statement, much to my chagrin. you would understand if you just came and sat in our lecture. however, as shuling noted, the standard is still better than vj. but maybe that's cos they wear their own clothes rather than uniforms... nah... i don't think it's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i sure hope i don't get hit by the 'mating season' bug cos it would be horrible to see your ex boyfriend around all the time. okie one ex boyfriend is already more than i can take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-80817652?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80817652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80817652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80817652' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-80721348</id><published>2002-08-26T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T01:46:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a normal boring patho lecture as usual. same old slides, same old lecturers and same old lecturer's boring voice. and then suddenly hello! what's this? everybody is suddenly very awake, for what is appearing, larger than life on the screen is an african man with very gigantic... yes you probably can guess it - testes. and i'm not just talking big as in big but big as in gigantic, bowling ball size, big as in cannot-walk-sit-and-move-around-properly kind of big. yes THAT big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as pang hung (who was sitting beside me) rightly commented 'if i had a patient with this disease, i wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry... how to react properly...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine... all those people sniggering in the LT are gonna be future doctors who you are gonna entrust with your lives... doesn't that just make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i bet all of you wish you could have seen that picture too rite *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-80721348?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80721348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80721348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80721348' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-80656796</id><published>2002-08-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T09:01:20.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two weeks since my last post and yet strangely there doesn't seem to be anything much to say still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading seven habits of highly effective teenagers. okie more like started reading. yeah i know i'm no longer a teenager, but at least i look like one. haha... okie the reason why 20 year old me is reading a book that clearly states that it's for teenagers is that years ago (when i was a teenager) my dad kept pushing me to read this 'very good' book. yes no doubt it was very good but somehow there was something insulting about being asked to read a self-help book... anyways yeah it is a pretty good book. however i'm still somewhere at chapter 2... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways there was a part about finding your 'centre'. like people can be school-centred of friends-centred and boyfriend-centred. i was wondering if i was boyfriend-centred. but after thinking about it i think i'm more sushi-centred *grin* for now at least. the past few days all i've been craving for is sushi tei. i have no idea why. but for all you sushi-lovers out there. sushi tei is the place for you! it has not only better quality sushi but it also has better sauce, better tea, better chopsticks and better wasabe. and guess what there is actually a 10% discount for dbs mastercard holders YAY! (you lucky lucky few people who actually bother to read my blog *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually now my sushi phase is beginning to wane already. now it's roast duck YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-80656796?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80656796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/80656796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80656796' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-79883681</id><published>2002-08-06T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T01:41:23.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and once again i realise how bitchy people can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie perhaps i'm exaggerating but all this talk about CGs us really getting to me. suddenly you're asked to choose between your friends. people feel betrayed, excluded, and some even find themselves friend-less all of a sudden. thankfully i'm not one of those having to desperately look around for a group to grab on to. unfortunately i had to choose between two groups of friends. it was a hard choice, but after thinking awhile i'm pretty sure i chose correctly. but the thing about making us choose our own clinical groups has stirred up alot of things in our cohort. there's so much talking, whispering and drama going on, that if i weren't caught in the middle of it i would think i was watching a soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it all boils down to belonging to a group. everyone wants to be part of some group. the funny thing is that there are some people who were never really accepted into the group but just hung around and weren't chased away because the rest were just being polite. but now when we have to form a definite group, unfortunately, we can't be so nice anymore. on the other hand, when you have too many groups to choose from, that can also be pretty mind boggling. how do u choose one group of friends over the other? and the group of friends you didn't choose? do u end up ostracising yourself from them? i think i am in danger of doing that. perhaps letting us choose our own groups isn't such a good idea anymore. there's so much hostility and talking behind people's backs that it makes school alot more suckier. it's like being in a gigantic class of bitchy people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to a more pleasant note. my microbiology practical tutor turned out to be my cousin's girlfriend's mother! talk about a small world! now if only she were to give student evaluations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-79883681?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/79883681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/79883681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79883681' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-79697096</id><published>2002-08-01T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T11:12:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah i've been really busy the past few days. hardly even have time to sleep let alone to come online :P yeah it's been pretty tiring but it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won best presentation again! last year when we won i felt it was not expected. maybe i felt inadequate in our handsewn costumes while others looked like they were bought and the bad makeup and excessive glitter. i guess it was just not a very good combination. and unfortunately during the actual performance, something went very wrong and we were all sure that our chances were gone. but hey! surprise surprise we won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this year we won again! but it was the result of a lot of hard work, sweat and tears. being a senior i realise how much more effort and work i put in as compared to a freshie. from choreographing steps, to teaching, to linking up scenes, finding ways to create the best effects and also drilling the year ones. year ones this year were really not very disciplined and we weren't exactly very pleased. but by the last day, things got better and everyone's spirits were up and the dance was looking pretty good. it was such a relief to hear medical society being called up for best presentation. even though last year i was really happy we won. this year i feel happy and relieved at the same time. relieved that all my hard work has not gone to waste. and i also feel proud. because this is something i can really say that i contributed alot too. yeah sure i didn't dance, i had no costume no make up and no steps to perform. but i feel proud because we won in part due to my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recovering from presentation (sleeping alot) we had to go straight to choreographing to enter the jam and hop dance competition. this year me and my friend thought that we wanted to do something really good. i guess cos we felt we had a really good dance last year and we got only 3rd. so we are going all out to win it this time. well, i guess it was time constraints. having to choreo and learn 4 dances within 5 days wasn't really very viable i guess. to tell the truth, i probably could handle it. but there are some others that need the time to learn, memorise and perfect their steps. and me and my friend didn't realise that i guess. i don't mean that they aren't good dancers, just that it takes much less for me to learn some new dance step cos i have a dance bcakground. well at the moment we still have a rather good sequence, but we haven't put everything together yet and i am abit worried. but i believe we can do it because we really do have quite a good group of dancers. okie so any of you coming down for the tri fac bash please remember to scream your lungs out for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-79697096?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/79697096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/79697096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79697096' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-79179945</id><published>2002-07-19T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T22:49:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of the pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful new eating place. if you dunno what i'm talking about i'm talking about the new revamped eating place at raffles city. yes the restaurant that used to be burke's is now a fantastic new restaurant called out of the pan. i was kinda sad when burke's closed down but with this new eating place, i mourn no longer! the menu here is basically about crepes, crepes and more crepes! one of my favourite foods! well i tried the mama margherita which is a crepe filled with tomatoes and mozarella cheese. it was incredibly yummy. but there's so many others to choose from, vegetables to meat to poultry to seafood. endless yummy combinations :) wayne tried the beef meatballs but it was only okie altho still yummy. there are three types of crepes to choose from corn, wheat and sundried tomatoes. seriously i'm not really sure how it tastes different but i'm sure all are just as yummy. for dessert we had banana &amp; lemon with a chocolate crepe *drool* that had to be the best part of the meal. there was chocolate crepe enclosing bananas and custard, topped off with a scoop of chocolate chip ice cream and lemon meringue rolls. if u think it looks yummy, it tastes like ten times yummier! haha i've been gushing and gushing about this place but it seriously is really really good. i still can remember how good the food tastes and it's not exorbitantly priced either. it is definitely one of my favourite places to eat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the basement of raffles city has undergone some major changes. only tokiwado and mrs field's and i think the pizza place are still there. doughboy's (*sob* one of my fav eating places) is not the soup spoon. the soup spoon is ok altho not impressive i think the soup place at raffles place is much nicer. there's the new zealand ice cream which is really yummy too with all it's cool names and funky coloured ice cream and lastly there's subway, which is really beginning to invade singapore i see. :) yes raffles city is really becoming a great place to eat. hey but don't tell ALL your friends or the place will become too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly oops i forgot to wish wenyi happy birthday. to wenyi i'm sorry but i remember reminding a certain somebody to wish u happy birthday too (which proves i didn't forget) but when the day actually came i was too busy in school i guess : PPP i'm sorry &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-79179945?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/79179945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/79179945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79179945' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78954800</id><published>2002-07-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T19:20:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well it's about two more weeks before school starts. or is that one week. well it doesn't make much difference for me. i'm gonna be busy busy busy for the next two weeks lessons or no lessons. yes rag and flag day is once more around the corner. and the defending champs that we are, are gonna make sure that our presentation comes up tops again this year. but seriously, one and a half weeks, how are we supposed to come up with a stellar performance in one and a half weeks. well, you spend every single hour of that one and a half weeks rehearsing that is. oh i can still remember when i was a year one not knowing what presentation was all about. totally unprepared for the long hours, constant drilling, sewing costumes, rehearsing lifts that gave us backaches and bruises on our arms and legs. but it was all worth it. we came out of it winners and most importantly we came out of it as great friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year the year ones look more promising. for one there are a whole bunch of cheerleaders coming in. which means no headache in teaching dance steps. (altho guys might still be a problem as always) but the year ones this year definitely look more on. not like my year when there were so few of us. of course it helps that my friend designated two whole ogs to take part this year rather than ask for volunteers. definitely a smart move. well the year 1 ic is also called wendy. argh i hate it when people have the same name as me. firstly it makes me feel like i'm no longer unique. secondly i hate it when people are calling the other wendy and i think they are calling me. argh get another name, i'm your senior so i have first dibs on that name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today we start the choreographing. that's the hardest part i think. choreography. anyone who has tried it can understand. to translate music into movement is not an easy task. okie it is only difficult if you wanna make it look nice. which we do. anyways i'm sure things will turn out fine. and it will be tons of fun dressing the year 1s up. i still remember the horrendous make up and how gleeful the year twos looked when they piled it on. yes it is revenge time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78954800?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78954800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78954800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78954800' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78849744</id><published>2002-07-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T19:21:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>medicamp 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was rather fun i guess. i always felt that being an ogl was way more fun than being a year 1. yeah so my groups was volarus or rather the elves. i think it's very funny why the groups are always given such odd names. but i guess it makes it more fun to cheer. the first day was basically just settling down into the camp and getting to know the year 1s. luckily for us we got an air con room! yeah... but unfortunately for some groups there were not enough rooms. i think it's really odd, at the camp i think there were more m2s than m1s. and each og had probably almost a 1:1 ratio of ogls to freshmen. this year the m2s are waay too on i guess. they actually had to reject some ppl because there were too many ogls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i felt the games were pretty fun. especially the night games. the first night they played some games usually seen on super sunday. like there was telephone charades where they had to act out things like sperm whale, sex bomb and doctor evil doing the macarena. sperm whale was really difficult. haha. then they played that game where they ask for the longest... or shortest... or whatever lah. then they actually asked for the most desirable kiss and the m1s (including guys) had to wear lipstick and kiss their ogls. it was damn funny to see guys kissing guys. all in all it was pretty fun altho i thought that my og yr 1s could have been more on. but hey. when i was a year 1 i wasn't much better. so i think it was a pretty good camp and the camp director was very funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also at the camp i saw for the first time cats erm 'doing it'. i mean i never actually really saw before lah... poor female cat. there was only one female and three males and the males were always chasing the female around. and they seem to 'do it' alot. so weird. luckily humans aren't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still suffering some effects of not sleeping properly tho altho i think i'm not that bad now. last night i wanted to watch my tape of gilmore girls. and after like 10 minutes i was out. try as i might. i couldn't stay awake to watch. so pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78849744?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78849744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78849744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78849744' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78668012</id><published>2002-07-07T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T19:19:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and tomorrow i shall be off to medicamp. i will miss my warm comfy bed, i will miss the tv and computer, i will miss talking on the phone. but i will be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i don't feel any excitement going into orientation. where in jc i was so excited and hyped up, now i just feel lazy to do anything. sigh but probably things will pick up when the camp actually starts. going to miss alot of tv tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to boot camp. altho i haven't watched this week's episode (can't watch and not really wanting to watch) from various media such as tv and magazines, i have found out what is gonna happen. basically private meyer is continuing his 'reign of terror' except that only the viewers can see just how evil he is. i'm getting more and more convinced that he's an actor planted there to make the show more interesting. and that tactic is actually kinda working. i mean if he weren't there to spice things up, last week's boot camp would be boring, and viewers would have nothing to talk and bitch about. and of course ultimately sooner or later (later actually) he will be booted off and viewers will rejoice as 'good triumphs over evil' *roll eyes* even though i'm a fan of reality tv but this has to be the worst i've seen so far. (well there's one about playboy mag searching for playmates which sounds trashy too, but that will never get aired in singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will be out of touch from civilization for the next 3 days. dont' miss me (yeah i know you all won't ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78668012?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78668012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78668012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78668012' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78532376</id><published>2002-07-03T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T19:19:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleah my mum is into this new drink: roasted barley. it's yucky... it smells like coffee but tastes like barley. i really don't like it BUT she keeps making a cup for me every morning! argh... i think it's cos one packet makes two cups *groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the latest reality show Boot Camp last night. it was really a horrible show. actually i could have guessed from the advertisement clips what with the drill instructors with their over-the-top yelling and such. actually after a while the extremeness of it all is rather funny. and of course they had to pick a really out-of-shape contestant so she can gush about how much she's achieved and others can gush about how she's trying so hard *puke* hey seriously... do u expect to win the prize money? do u really expect to be able to outlast all these other people who are so much fitter than you? i'm not being mean but what for put yourself thru all that when it's obvious that you can't win. it would be a joke if she won. but oddly enough she wasn't the first recruit voted out. these americans... no common sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78532376?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78532376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78532376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78532376' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78445379</id><published>2002-07-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T19:56:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did anyone catch meryl in life! yesterday? yes meryl, our junior cum vice-faculty captain. well for the benefit for those who didn't she was featured rather prominently on th back page of life! in a rather erm... unflattering pose. well the thing is that she was one of the contestants for snap who were looking for nice lips. i shall reserve my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i've been reading 'the nanny diaries' because mph at parkway was having a big sale cos they were closing down for renovations and my mum asked me to go and i couldn't possibly travel all the way to parkway and come back empty handed, so i bought 'the nanny diaries' oh and also two cds for 5 bucks each. anyways it is a pretty good book i think altho it's definitely written by girls and for girls. but it's still nice and pretty funny. i'm reaching the part where the parents' marriage is breaking down and the father is having an affair... tsk tsk men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i guess most ppl haven't been to parkway for a loooong time yah? well parkway has changed... or rather is in the midst of changing. the entire 3rd floor will be turned into a hypermart called 'giant'. my beloved chinese and japanese restaurants on the 3rd floor are gone *sob* so is green-green land. the third floor now resembles a white cardboard box maze. although i haven't explored the whole parkway but walking thru i notice that some shops have changed too and my mum tells me that parkway now has crystal jade!!! (bye bye long john's!) mph is also gonna be renovated and will include pacific coffee. seiyu is also gone and john little's is taking it's place. hey there's also the new zealand ice cream there too! if you haven't tried it, it's pretty good! my favourite is spotty dog : ) anyways parkway is into serious upgrading. one day we should all go back and marvel at how a few years can bring so much change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were in jc only 2 years ago right? it's scary how so much can happen in 2 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78445379?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78445379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78445379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78445379' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78369250</id><published>2002-06-29T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T20:07:48.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so last night was the match between turkey and korea. and boy was it an exciting one. i was rushing home and when i got on the bus turkey had already scored and it was barely five minutes into the game. then not too long later... korea scored with an amazing freekick (he bent it like beckham... hahaha) then turkey scored again, all within the space of twelve minutes! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hafta say tho that this match has been one of the best and most exciting to watch in the entire world cup, many goals and plenty of attacking action. although i expected turkey to win, i wished that korea had scored it's 2nd goal earlier so that maybe it had more hope for equalising. but altogether it was a great match. even after the match it was so touching to see the turkey players gather the korean players together to bow to the crowd together. it was so great, the comraderie... there wasn't any 'haha-we-won type of celebrations while the losers hung their heads low and cried. no both sides were celebrating side by side. ok so the turkey players were considerably much happier than the koreans but i think both have achieved far more than they have expected to and both played an incredible match. hopefully tonight's match will be just as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for my mum's birthday i decided to cook dinner for her. at a loss at what to cook i went thru cook books that i dug up from my mum's bookshelves. but flipping thru them i just didn't see anything special. in the end i decided to just go to the supermarket and look for inspiration. and on the spur of the moment i decided to cook cha soba which is japanese cold noodles. seriously it could have turned out to be a disaster what with all the instructions being in japanese and the sauce bottles all looking incredibly alike all of a sudden. but i tried and thankfully it turned out pretty well actually. it was really pretty yummy :_) so we had a japanese style dinner, with miso soup and sashimi BUT no nice japanese cutlery though. but it was still nice. hafta thank wayne too tho, if he wasn't there to help me i would have had a heart attack in the kitchen. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78369250?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78369250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78369250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78369250' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78248288</id><published>2002-06-26T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T18:27:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh tomorrow is my mum's birthday and i have absolutely no idea what to get her. it's so incredibly hard to buy stuff for her. she don't wear make up, perfume, jewellery and stuff like bags and clothes is difficult for me to buy for her. the best i can come up with is to cook dinner or bring her out to dinner which is so boring... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that my dad has NEVER bought flowers for my mum. i was trying to convince him a few days ago to buy her some but he don't look very convinced. haiyah maybe i can buy for her lor... this morning he passed me something to giftwrap for him while i was still half asleep. haha i think it's a very erm interesting present. but it's just so practical. why do guys never get it? practical stuff does not equal good present. sheesh. but maybe my mum won't mind. she's not very into this giving and receiving presents thingy. except when me and my sister were younger, other than birthdays there was christmas. : ) i absolutely LOVED christmas. i even have a stocking so that 'santa' can put presents into it too. it was so exciting to wake up and find the presents and open them. of course usually i woke up first and i had to drag my sister out of bed. i remember one christmas i woke up and there was no present in my stocking and no present under the tree. i was very disappointed until my mum asked me to look closer at the tree. she had hidden the presents among the tree decorations! those were nice memories. now even if my parents do buy me stuff it's all practical stuff, my last birthday, it was nearing my exams actually and my parents helped me buy some extra textbooks. and when my dad got home he placed them in my hand and went 'Happy Birthday!' of course he was kidding but this year i didn't get anything from them. it's not a big deal i guess cos they were actually planning to get me a new cd player but couldn't find a nice one. well it's the thought that counts rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly enough as i get older, i receive less and less presents. i guess it was just nice to go to school and get bombarded with presents and cards and people coming up to wish me 'happy birthday'. but still my last birthday i got to spend it with the people i love and that's what matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78248288?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78248288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78248288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78248288' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-78159480</id><published>2002-06-24T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T19:35:16.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's such a relief to be able to go online again without feeling guilty... but it is quite sad that it is the holidays and i have spent practically 100% of it at home. every night i watch my sister come home at 10+ 11+ and me? i'm the 'good' one that stays home to eat dinner with my parents... since when have i become such a fuddy-duddy. some days i actually do prefer to stay at home. i'm probably the world's best person to ask about daytime tv. i watch anything and everything. okay not anything, but there are days i just leave the tv on and find the best thing to watch. yes i watch anything from game shows, to kid's cartoons, to soap operas, to cooking shows and yes, even the occasional reality courtroom drama (which by the way has to be the worst form of reality tv in the world. all the people on it (except the judge) are horrible people and are made to look horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking of which i am missing 'the price is right' at the moment. i used to absolutely hate the show. now somehow it's begun to get better i actually like it better than wheel of fortune. i just think it's very funny how the contestants are so over-joyed and jubilant and bouncing here and there when there names get called. it's actually quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i actually watch days of our lives. contrary to popular belief, the acting isn't really bad. i mean it's not fantastic but i don't cringe at their acting or anything. and i guess cos when you get into the storyline, you just want to know what happens next. plus the people on the show look good : ) that helps. for one i have tried watching other american soaps, but i only like days of our lives. i'm not really sure why actually. i know it's stupid and i'm embarassed to say i watch it but it's really one of the best shows on in the day okay and a poor stay-home girl like me has to do something to entertain herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but daytime tv can never compare to night-time tv. especially monday and tuesday night-time tv. last night was friends, the brad pitt episode. friends is one of the few shows that can actually make me laugh. out loud. and very loud in fact. sometimes i laugh so much i can't catch the follow-up jokes. after so many seasons, friends is just as funny. brad pitt was quite funny yesterday too. i still can't believe brad pitt and jennifer aniston are together. but then there's is not such a fairy-tale relationship. they smoke and stuff. what's with people and smoking?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight there's ally mcbeal and gilmore girls and dharma and greg. i love monday and tuesday nights *big grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-78159480?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78159480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/78159480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78159480' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77830474</id><published>2002-06-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T21:30:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow last night i managed to catch the last part of the spain vs ireland match. the penalty shootout was darn exciting man! : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i actually went to watch another dance performance last night. it was really pretty weird, but i guess that was expected. there was a projection screen and there were half-animal half-men creatures on it or as my dad put it 'genetic experiments gone wrong' there were men's heads on horses, tigers, fishes, and there were animals' heads on human legs too. really bizarre... but the whole performance was somewhat whimsical. there was no specific theme anywhere and there was a diverse mix of dancers basically three groups, classical, breakdance and going crazy. i dunno how to describe the last group well actually, it's kind of like in perfect strangers where balki and larry had this 'happy dance'. yeah there were these two black guys who were going crazy and dancing happily and my dad said 'they're happy cos senegal won' other than those main 3 groups there were also contortionists, a fat woman who jiggled her butt alot and a village idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a rather bizarre yet funny affair, like someone said much like a united colours of benetton ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched rather few arts fest performances but i feel impelled to write more about them so akan datang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77830474?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77830474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77830474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77830474' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77766093</id><published>2002-06-14T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T21:08:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh i can't believe it. this junior from vj who got into medicine just smsed me " yo i jus spoke to this medical officer lorz, he says that life and pay of a doc is bad lehz, is it true ahz? i was very surprised lorz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with these people??? you mean to tell me that you, were in it only to have an easy life and good pay? to quote charlie brown "good grief!" actually i find it quite amazing the number of people who opt to do medicine because they think they will earn big bucks. heyyy the big bucks ain't here, have you seen any billionaire doctors around? okie so there are doctors that are well off, but none of them are stinking rich. and if they are, it's either (a) they were rich in the first place or (b) they dabbled in business/property or whatever. oh great he just msged me and he's concerned that medicine students don't get holidays. yes. unfortunately, after year one, we get very puny short holidays. yes that sucks and i didn't know about it until i was already stuck in medicine. but that shouldn't change your choice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the recent medicine interviews were just over, i've been wondering what is their criteria on judging who deserves to be in medicine. last year i didn't really think about that so much for almost everyone i knew got past the interview. however this year was pretty different, almost everyone i knew didn't get past the interview. and i'm wondering what happened. no it's not just cos wayne didn't get in. but for example, one of my sister's classmate who's a brilliant A student and someone who has been wanting to be a doctor and for the right reasons too, didn't get into medicine. that was a big shock to her entire class for she was the top student in their class and already a future doctor in many people's eyes. and the stupid faculty denied her that and now she has chosen to take up a scholarship to do physiotherapy. that is a loss of someone who would be a great doctor i think. and then there are so many in medicine that i wonder what on earth they are doing there (okie maybe i am one of them too) but seriously. it is saddening to see this happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that junior of mine (who actually is not a close friend of mine at all) looks like he might be giving up his place. well maybe that is good, it should go to someone more deserving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77766093?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77766093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77766093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77766093' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77637554</id><published>2002-06-11T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T20:34:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was surfing some of my friend's friend's blogs and stumbled upon some pretty amusing personality test. so it seems that i have the combined personality of padme amidala, snoopy, gold and a tangerine jelly bean. how interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's what the personality tests say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidala : Queen of Naboo. You could have a split personality - simply to hide who you really are. You are extremely polite and gentle. However, if needs be, you will take action and can be a very good leader. You have the power to make people believe in you - use this power. The one you love could also end up being the one you hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snoopy : i am a fun-loving and out-going person. i love life and express that by living it to it's fullest. i tend to be the center of attention. even if i have to put myself there. i have a big imagination and i'm very eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gold : expensive and tasteful, you have tons of friends. your glitz and glam helps attract all sorts of people. just make sure they like you as a person and not just as a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangerine : INNOCENT you're kind and thoughtful and you offer help to anyone who wants or needs it. you're gentle and soft-spoken, so people very rarely become angry with you. jealous ones see you as a goody goody, but your friends think of you as a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ain't that a hoot : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah if anyone wants to take the tests just email me or something i will tell you where to find them : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77637554?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77637554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77637554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77637554' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77636737</id><published>2002-06-11T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T19:57:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got sent a "someone likes you" email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie fess up... who is the culprit?? u know i've been sent such stuff before and i usually know who the sender is, but this time it totally escapes me. i have totally no idea who it possibly could be. i've been holed up at home with hardly any contact with the outside world... who on earth would send me such a thing? ahhh... unless it's a prank or something. i know... it really doesn't matter who sent it but i just wanna know who. but then again... if the person meant to send it... then maybe i don't wanna know who... blast these entrepeneurs who invented this secret crush email thingy. okie so if YOU are the one who sent it. kindly tell me. don't worry i won't laugh in your face, i won't publicly humiliate you. i will be nice about it. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way... turns out that my friend is NOT attached to the kenyan guy and the kenyan guy is actually from ghana. not so exciting anymore... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing... wayne just lost money betting on world cup. i've been trying to get him to stop because he is just gonna lose all his money. but he won't listen. sheesh is there some gene in the y chromosome that lures guys to bet money on stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77636737?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77636737' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77552114</id><published>2002-06-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T21:29:14.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow just read my mail and i'm shocked to find out that two of my ex classmates have angmoh boyfriends. actually someone mentioned it and i was like "WHAT??? tell me more!!!" and so one of the said classmates replied me. she's dating a jewish guy, who's younger than her and smokes a lot. and my other friend... get ready for this... is dating a KENYAN! nono i'm not racist but it's just a big shock to me i guess : ) i quote my friend, "She is dating a nice guy from Kenya. He's from this little village without running water, but his whole village pitched in to bring him up and so he studied hard and made it to Yale on scholarship." is that cool or what? makes me feel so untravelled and ignorant... poor little me stuck in little ol' singapore with same ol' boring chinese/malay/indian people. yeah sure where i stay is overflowing with angmohs, but they don't talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not saying that singaporeans aren't interesting enough for me. but just that i see my friends and they are in a whole different culture experiencing so many great things, and me i'm just stuck here. whoopee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note... i heard that one of my good friends actually broadcasted on her webpage that she is gonna get married to her boyfriend. okie not now but after they graduate... but ain't that just so weird? i mean we're only 20 and she's already discussing with her mum thinking that "marriage is the next step" WHAT??? we are all growing up waay too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77552114?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77552114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77552114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77552114' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77551623</id><published>2002-06-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T21:16:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well the lakers have won their third match already and are looking good to win the finals. altho the nets overtook them in the 3rd quarter and were looking mighty dangerous. but kobe was there to save the day (ain't kobe just way cool?) yes i am talking about basketball. yes i do follow basketball, well the finals at least. i also do follow soccer and the world cup, altho i'm not as crazy about the game as a certain CJY heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know most people think i'm a 'girly' girl, but hey i am pretty sporty. stop sniggering you... i am! ever since primary school altho i was pretty puny and one of the smallest in class, i've always been into sports (but with a lot of pushing from my dad) unfortunately... me being the lazy bum i am, has never been able to really excel in any sport. yeah sure i've made school teams and everything. but i've never been the best. don't wanna sound big-headed but actually, i think if i had only trained harder i might have made a name of myself in sports. oh well, what to do... i guess you do have to earn it and i definitely didn't earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh regrets regrets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77551623?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77551623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77551623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77551623' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77527083</id><published>2002-06-09T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T04:00:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh i've been wanting to write a review on the dance performance i watched, but i lack the time and inspiration... perhaps when i have more time i will write a proper article for i fear i will write something lacklustre and utterly hate myself for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77527083?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77527083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77527083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77527083' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77527051</id><published>2002-06-09T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T03:56:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way wenyi... yeah i managed to get the month archives up but then somehow it's screwed up the fonts on my computer... now everything is in an ugly big font. : P *bleah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77527051?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77527051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77527051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77527051' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77527029</id><published>2002-06-09T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T03:53:10.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie i never really talked about it on my blog before. but one of my friends kinda came up with the idea of having an online magazine. so i volunteered to be a part of it and was in charge of the tv section together with my sis. well, it is being cancelled now. actually i have mixed feelings about it. well it kinda lifts alot of pressure to finish writing articles and if i have exams i'm not sure if i can actually get the articles done. and also my sister has been pretty busy with work lately and i was having a hard time trying to push her to get her articles done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lately cos there was supposed to be a soft launch of the site, i was busying myself trying to write all the articles i was falling behind on. but unfortunately just before i wanted to submit it, i heard that we were cancelling the section. not to get me wrong, i'm quite ok with it. and i was... but then when i told my sister about it she seemed abit disappointed and i was surprised cos i felt like i was always nagging at her to write her articles. but i guess it's cos she already put effort into writing the articles and nobody was gonna read them. actually i was thinking whether or not to post the articles on another site, like something not so professional and more for fun. but then i wonder what's the point actually... hmmm i dunno. well maybe i will post one review i did on ally mcbeal cos it actually made me think about stuff... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77527029?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77527029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77527029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77527029' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77446396</id><published>2002-06-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T20:42:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading a few people's blogs i notice that many like to write in a somewhat poetic or maybe philosophical way. what does that make me feel? makes me feel stupid actually. i feel stupid because sometimes i don't really get what he/she is trying to say, and also the bombardment of words can be a headache. oh no, not that i'm trying to blast these people for being poseur or something. no way, i'm impressed that they are able to come up with such writings. but i guess a blog to me is kinda like a diary. although i actually do have my own diary, which makes my blog something to express my feelings to everyone i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i don't write about everything i feel. i'm not transparent and i don't intend to let the whole world know every little detail for me. so what on earth is the point of this blog then? i don't know really. maybe it's some outlet for my egotistical side, to make myself think that i'm important enough that people actually want to read what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh who am i kidding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77446396?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77446396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77446396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77446396' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77318498</id><published>2002-06-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T21:35:24.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess everyone should have heard about the death of miss raja. i was quite surprised because maybe it didn't really hit me how serious it was. i guess cos of the whole andrea de cruz thing i thought that she would be able to get thru it like her too. but unfortunately for her she wasn't that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that the ministry can just sit there and watch a person slowly die in a hospital, all because of a stupid policy. yes there are some risks involved but isn't saving a person's life all the more important? so maybe a person not related to the patient might be coerced in some way, monetary or otherwise, but if he/she was counselled and understood the risks involved and still was willing to donate part of his/her liver, why should this stupid law stand in the way? sure, maybe the transplant may not work, but without even trying they have already sentenced her to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about coersion, aren't family members all the more 'coerced' to donate their organs to the patient? of course the family has strong bonds with the patient and would want him/her to live. but look at it this way, if a family member was found to be a match and still chose not to donate their organ, what would people think of him/her? what a cruel evil person, not even willing to save a life of a person he/she loves. hey even i would think that way. but put yourself in their shoes, it is a major operation, and there is no guarantee that things won't go wrong. this decision could ultimately affect your own life. it is definitely not a decision that is easy to make. sure you're not sacrificing your life but still there are risks involved. take the andrea/pierre saga for example. yes he was brave and he did save her life. but what if he had chosen not to? he would be stoned to death or something. he actually didn't have much choice. of course i believe that he did want to save her life, but the fact remains that he didn't have much choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this might sound very cynical and everything but i'm just trying to prove a point that family members are also being 'coerced' in some way. so i do not understand why unrelated living donors are not allowed. perhaps they might be sincerely wanting to save a life out of their own good will. which surprisingly there are many, for about 200 people actually offered to donate their livers to miss raja. unfortunately, they were all denied and miss raja passed away eventually. perhaps out of those 200 there were no suitable donors or maybe even with the transplant miss raja still couldn't survive. but the thing is that just because of this technicality, a life that may have been saved is now lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77318498?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77318498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77318498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77318498' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77271063</id><published>2002-06-02T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T19:51:14.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i watched birdbrain. which is an 'updated' version of the classical ballet swan lake performed by the australian dance theatre. it was pretty different from the dancing i was used to, but the dancers were all incredibly talented and the whole concept of the dance was very interesting. but i have a lot to say but not that much time to write so i will write about birdbrain another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77271063?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77271063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77271063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77271063' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77269448</id><published>2002-06-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T19:09:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to yet another free performance. ahhh the perks of having a sister that works in nac *grin* anyways she got me free tickets to the arts festival village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s not exactly an event that I would pay to go to cos it’s a pretty eclectic mix of performances. But what I really wanted to watch was la chicana. When I got there there was a brazillian group performing. Basically a lot of drums and stuff but the main thing was they were doing some kind of martial arts to the drum beats. Quite cool actually… and the crowd was very very enthusiastic, giving them loud cheers when they were done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the interval, someone kindly announced that we could get 2 free bottles of Perrier with our ticket stub. So we tracked up to the booth and got into the incredibly long line. Perrier tastes weird. Well at first taste it’s like an extremely cold soda drink, but the after taste is just water, so when you expect sweet you get nothing and basically the after taste sucks. But it was quite thirst quenching I think. But most of my friends didn’t care for it. Though my sister strangely likes the bottles so much that she wants to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways la chicana was up next. La chicana is an argentinian tango group. Instruments consisting of guitars, flute, violin and an accordion. And of course there is the gorgeous singer. Yes she was very pretty. Everyone thought it I’m sure. She kinda reminds me of andrea corr from the corrs but a more latinish version. Anyways I thought they were quite good although the sound system was a tad too loud. Just one thing though, the songs they sang were all largely very similar. Probably because they weren’t in English so it makes it harder to distinguish. But they did do their best to introduce their songs. Like there was one song a guy wrote about the love of his life, his car. And he was the violinist and he actually made his violin sound like a car. Pretty incredible… but I think by this time the crowd had quietened somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next interval we went to get the Turkish ice cream. Actually I’ve eaten it before but it’s still funny to see the Turkish guy ‘play’ with his customers. It’s very fun : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next performance was more upbeat again… but by this time I wasn’t so interested. We were more interested in inhaling helium and listening to our voices sounding funny. Haha… it’s the first time I did it… well the music wasn’t bad. Kinda brazillian and upbeat and fun. The singer tried to get everyone to stand up on their feet and dance but basically only about 8 people did. Well Singaporeans are Singaporeans…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole I thought the festival village was quite fun. Kinda a party carnival atmosphere. There was food (there was this Indian stall that said “take what you like, pay as you wish” I was quite impressed… cos things at these kind of places tend to be overpriced), there were balloons, there was ice cream, people were sitting around on fort canning hill. Oh I was quite impressed that they set up 2 big screens that showed close ups of the performers. It wasn’t really that necessary cos fort canning ain’t that huge, but they still did and it made it all the more cooler, like you’re at some concert in the park. : ) all in all I thought it was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77269448?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77269448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77269448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77269448' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77269372</id><published>2002-06-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T19:07:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i went to watch ballet under the stars. (yesterday being sinday may 26th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began with my sister getting 3 free tickets (that's the perks of working at nac) anyways she asked me and one of her friends along. yesterday morning there was an ominous thunder... what a good sign for watching ballet under the stars : P well it was still sunny. but after i went out for lunch (i ate sakae sushi cos i read in the papers that there was salmon sashimi and unagi at only $1.90 BUT it was a misprint) but as the day carried on it started to rain... and rain.. and rain... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my sis suddenly got 2 extra tickets so i asked wayne along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a miserable evening... it was raining and raining... but by the time the performance started the rain was finally reduced to a drizzle. but by then our butts were all pretty wet. the first dance was called serenade a trois. it was so-so but the dancers were really not synchronised... terrible! like kinda amateurish... but the second performance was much better. it was cheorographed to mozart's requiem. it was much better cheorographed prob cos it was cheorographed by a professional cheorographer. i think the song was commissioned to mourn the death of this rich guy's wife so i assume that the dance was about the death of the wife. the thing about modern dance is that it's always supposed to mean something...but most of the time i don't really get it. Dance to me is not really to tell a story but rather to put the music into movements. so that's why sometimes i don't like modern dance cos there are weird movements and i rather look at elegant stylized 'nonsense' rather than a mess of movement that's supposed to mean something. anyways the second dance i felt was much better technique and cheorography-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my second ballet under the stars. well the first was more enjoyable prob cos it wasn't raining. but this time the experience was just as nice.anyone who has been to ballet under the stars would notice the high ratio of ang mohs. and boy do ang mohs know how to picnic. they got wonderful picnic baskets accompanied by wine and sometimes even candles! some even brought deck chairs. our picnic consisted mainly of delifrance (hey it was a rushed job! at least it tasted good) i also brought pineapple to snack on and there were chilled drinks. there was food sold there and i decided to buy the mango sticky rice, which was excellent. (i ate it once before at pgp that's why i know how nice it is) and also there was a high concentration of kids at ballet under the stars. maybe it's just more noticeable cos the kids run all over the place! even during the performance, which can be highly distracting. but the kids are cute. especially the angmoh ones cos their mums dress them up in darling dresses so they look like little fairies : ) after the show there was some cool music playing and they clambered onto stage and were giving an impromptu performance. so adorable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i wouldn't say that ballet under the stars is incredibly good performance standard-wise. but it is definitely an experience that everyone should try. but only on a dry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77269372?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77269372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77269372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77269372' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-77269164</id><published>2002-06-02T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T19:01:34.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reason i haven't been able to post anything on my blogger... maybe my laptop something wrong i dunno... i'm trying to post something on my computer now hopefully it works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-77269164?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77269164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/77269164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77269164' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-76870291</id><published>2002-05-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T21:26:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i just read pinakin's newly revamped blogger. funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so u're going back to india because that's where all the hot mamas are right? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways sorry for not sending u off but i hope u have fun. i remember last time i asked u to send me a postcard... and u didn't. but it's okie : ) u just find urself a nice girl yah? *grin* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way congrats on passing ur driving. now u can send me home from school since i don't have a hostel anymore *grin* yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-76870291?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76870291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76870291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76870291' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-76869517</id><published>2002-05-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T21:06:09.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie so now i got all the lovey dovey stuff over i wanna talk about reality tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh blake and paige didn't win : ( i was so sad for them... but they did do their best. i dunno why, they got into the cab first.... but i guess the taxi driver didn't know where to go. sigh well at least tara and wil didn't win. they were quarrelling sooo much it was getting on my nerves. but it was sad to see their marriage break up on tv... altho i didn't like wil but i sympathised with him cos he obviously still loved tara but she was being so mean, scolding him all the time and not to mention her flirting with alex. poor guy. well the two macho guys won in the end *blech* boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to survivor. well i accidentally read some stuff which told me who won survivor. yes the results are out cos the finals was actually broadcast on sunday but we only get to see it on friday : P anyways i am super disappointed who won. just in case their are survivor fans reading this i won't say who won. but i'm really disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately there seems to be not alot of exciting stuff happening in my life. all the fun stuff is happening to my friends. like chenhong dating the two nurses *ooh la la* heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-76869517?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76869517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76869517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76869517' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-76869289</id><published>2002-05-22T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T20:59:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well actually i wrote here 2 days ago but the site hung so i couldn't post what i wrote... basically ramblings on relationship stuff. i guess cos some of my friends are going thru stuff now and i kinda felt for them. well two couples i know well broke up not too long ago. kinda sad actually cos they were pretty long relationships. sad thing is that one half of them moved on very quickly and are attached again. and the ones not attached yet oddly enough both bumped into their exs just recently. both said they were ok but having gone thru a break up myself... i don't think they are very ok... but i guess they are taking it better than i would have. luckily for me i never got put in that position. however the opposite happened and i bumped into my ex with my present boyfriend. and boy was it awkward... i could see that he wasn't too happy seeing us together. but he knew that i was attached cos he asked me. i dunno... i felt kinda bad making him feel bad. then feeling bad for him made me feel guilty for feeling like that and well... it was altogether a yucky experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know after a relationship ends, people always say you just move on. and yeah altho some of my friends are hurting right now, they are moving on. for me it was incredibly difficult. it's kinda weird cos i wasn't dumped or anything but still it was hard. i couldn't imagine myself with anyone else. i couldn't imagine being that close with any other guy. but now i am. i am happy but sometimes i wonder if i really have gotten over him. well i definitely don't harbour hopes that we will get back together but there will always be a part of me that loves him and i'm sure there is a part of him that loves me. why can't we be together then? i don't really know. maybe it was just right place but wrong time... whatever it is, i came out of it a stronger person i'm sure. i used to think that i was incapable of loving again but i realised that it is possible : ) so i guess there is hope for all us love fools after all : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-76869289?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76869289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76869289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76869289' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-76326449</id><published>2002-05-08T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T18:50:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i moved out of my hostel room. probably for the last time. cos why? the stupid osa did not inform us that we needed eca points to stay on. and i've done so b****y much dancing and performing for med fac and it all isn't counted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways like i said i moved out of my hostel. i went there earlier to start packing n my parents came to collect everything. the admin told my mum that the office would be open during lunch time but hey guess what? they were CLOSED. pgp admin is really lousy u know... anyways i had to wait alone in my hostel until i could check out. kinda sad actually that i would never come back to this room. like i wish i had taken a photo of it or something... oh well quite possibly no more hostel for me :P well staying at home ain't that bad lah but the travelling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i finally got my membership card for american club. but i think it's really quite ex to be a member... but the food there is really yummy. my favourite is the beer battered fish and chips YUMMY! there's also a pool table there that is 50 cents per game. must go there to practise and nobody will laugh at me too! haha : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah today there is amazing race i can't wait to see who got eliminated! i sure hope it's not blake and paige... urgh it's probably chachacha... and i have this yucky feeling that tara and will will win cos they are the only ones that haven't used the fast forward yet... oh well it's so exciting! just can't wait *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and good luck to all those that went for the med/dentistry interviews! maybe the interview didn't seem to go that well but don't worry... i mean my interview wasn't all that good either and i still made it rite? : ) i'll cross my fingers for ya *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-76326449?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76326449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76326449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76326449' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-76287571</id><published>2002-05-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T19:22:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched spider-man yesterday. by the way it's spider-man... NOT spiderman or spider man. i learnt this from the papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was a pretty cool show. i mean i'm not really a spider-man fan but it was a good show with an interesting storyline. i think kirsten dunst ain't as pretty as she was when she was younger. actually i didn't note this, my dad did. he saw her when she was younger and when he saw a more recent pic he went 'she looks like that now? boh sui lah...' haha... but tobey maguire was pretty cool altho he can look really geeky... i think the upside-down kiss was pretty hot... but i think if in real life u tried that it would probably feel funny. and the way the green goblin died was so silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways cos my family hasn't watched waterboys yet i decided to buy the vcd. hey it was selling for only 17 bucks at hmv. that's like the cost of 2 movie tix. i also picked up this vcd about a group of guys who do some funny matchmaking thing and meet all sorts of girls. it sounded quite funny so i bought it... hmmm quite unlike me actually... i'm not really an impulse buyer. but i bet it's a great show : ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-76287571?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76287571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76287571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76287571' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-76062095</id><published>2002-05-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T18:52:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow it's may already... how time flies... seems like only yesterday that i was in jc hanging out with my friends in my yucky vj uniform. okie actually the uniform ain't really yucky. but anyways it's like the end of my 1st year in university already! how old am i?!?!?! u know like swyke has this tradition of going back to hilton every 30th of april to eat the cheesecake there (cos it's really yummy... but damn EX! u can pay up to 10+ bucks! daylight robbery i tell ya) anyways this is the 3rd year we've gone back there! can u believe it. i've known these people for 3 and a half years already! (and i've known my best friend for almost 11 years!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways at these cheesecake eating 'sessions' we talk about anything and everything... which usually means... yeah u guessed it guys. i dunno... i've had my share of heartache but recently there just seems to be more and more people breaking up? why? i guess the thing where ppl break up when the guy goes ns and the girl goes uni is pretty true huh. it's kinda sad. i mean look this person was like the one u were closest too, told all ur deep dark secrets and feelings, spent hours talking on the phone, did silly things together, the list goes on. but the minute you break up, all that is gone! u become like perfect strangers. why is that so? i always think it's sad. i mean that it's so impossible to remain friends. sigh. sometimes it's difficult to know when to love somebody. you can give your heart to someone and he can just step on it and throw it back at ya. nah not talking about myself. i think i'm in a pretty good relationship now : ) but sometimes it's sad to see my friends breaking up. but then i think they aren't taking it as badly as i thought they would. if it were me i would be crushed. yeah, i doubt that anyone would wanna be around me if i was trying to heal from a break up. but hey altho i'm sure things are not exactly all rosy in their life, i'm glad to see that they're doin fine : ) i guess that's what i hafta learn from them. hafta learn when to let go. it's not all that easy ya know. not when i've been weaned on all these romance stuff on tv. i always think that the guy will come running back, begging for forgiveness. haha... i'm sorry that's so cliche. but that's what i expect love to be like. never giving up on the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we're all too young and immature. maybe we don't know how to look for 'the one' i have many friends who've never been attached before, and sometimes i wonder if it would be better that way. to wait for that one mr. right. but then all the memories i've built, and tears i've cried, and times i was so happy i could just burst out singing... i wouldn't exchange that for anything in the world. so i guess maybe relationships might not last, but you come out of it stronger emotionally and definitely with alot of wonderful memories : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-76062095?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76062095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/76062095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76062095' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-75915796</id><published>2002-04-27T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T21:49:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah! so my exams are finally finally over! this is great! no stress no worries : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can finally catch up on all the tv i've missed, just watched alias, friends, survivor and amazing race. amazing race is getting so cool! i'm really loving it now. paige and blake (my fav pair) are in 2nd place! thanks to their knowledge of golf. (u never know what might come in handy huh) i'm so happy for them cos they always seem to make little little mistakes which push them to the back, but now they are right up there yay! : ) also i'm starting to like the gays. nah not in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; way! but they're funny. like when all the teams were rushing to the airport to get tickets to sydney, they went shopping! at gucci no less... haha n they even bought cologne cos they were 'tired of being smelly' so hilarious! anyways i really hope tara and will or chris and alex go out next... it's a real close fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i watched my sassy girl and i must tell ya it's a really good show. it's kinda strange but very funny. the way the movie is shot is so different from the usual hollywood stuff u see. and the storyline is pretty touching in the end too *sniff* so go catch it! but i bet the whole world has watched it already cos i met like half of them at the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the medicine interview results are out. congrats to everyone : ) everyone got an interview and i'm so happy for all of ya. the interview should be a breeze. just be urself yah? and don't freak out : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get my parents to go watch waterboys. haha i'm so psyched to go watch it again cos it's so funny... but maybe should just buy the vcd hor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-75915796?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/75915796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/75915796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75915796' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-75493817</id><published>2002-04-16T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T21:50:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUFFY DIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe it. Well she sacrificed herself to save her sister and save the world. But i bet she will come back tho cos there's a next season. But then the last scene of the show showed her grave... it was quite funny it said "she saved the world... a lot" but then it still was sad :(((( i cried. sigh. but it was a good episode. very exciting : ) and i can't wait of the next season. But till then i've got friends, ally and gilmore girls! YAY! luckily it's the school holidays so i can watch all i want. I'm in tv heaven *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie that's it for now gotta go study. i realised that everyone has stopped writing their blogs... wonder why? well i know pinakin is studying at least :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-75493817?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/75493817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/75493817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75493817' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-11304594</id><published>2002-03-31T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T01:15:08.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH gabriel got voted off!! (yeah i'm talking about survivor) darn... he was one of my favourite survivors! *frown* this batch of survivors are really weird... they're voting off all the strong and good people... sheesh :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least maraamu started winning. haha actually i was originally anti-maraamu but after the switch... maraamu is becoming a much nicer tribe AND after voting sarah off they actually started winning! yay! rotu is a yucky tribe now... so sad... i don't really like anyone on rotu now except maybe tammy... but she voted gabriel off (minus points) hey it's a really dumb move man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on to amazing race. haha friday night is reality tv night *grin* so the twins were kicked out poor things their car got stuck in the sand. well blake and paige (my fav contestants) managed to climb back to 4th place. yay! hope they can manage to get into the top 3 now :) tara and will dropped to 3rd. i don't like will but i like tara. she seems to be having a thing goin on with chris. or is it alex. i think it's alex. anyways it's really weird cos her ex husband (will) is there lor and he was complaining that they were rubbing it in his face. but so far it hasn't really hurt them as a team. ok lah this episode wasn't super exciting tho blake and paige are catching up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-11304594?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11304594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11304594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11304594' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-11124659</id><published>2002-03-25T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T20:01:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OSCAR FASHION&lt;br /&gt;okie here's a follow-up on my oscar posting. i'm pretty in to like who wore what kind of stuff. so i thought it would be nice to comment on that (altho i didn't see what EVERYONE wore) by the way i won't comment on the guys cos they all look the same to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Dressed #1: Kate Winslet&lt;br /&gt;well actually i never really liked kate winslet. not really sure why. something about the way she looks just turns me off. don't hate her or anything... just don't like her (and it's NOT cos she co-starred with leonardo dicaprio... *roll eyes*) anyways i think what she wore was really nice. this red tube gown with a trail of flowers flowing down one shoulder across to the other side. i wish i could post pictures here... but even if it were possible, i don't know how to! anyways i think she lost some weight too. but definitely she stood out and i think she deserves best dressed : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Dressed #2: Laura Elena Harring&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... who is she? i dunno... but she sure looked nice : ) she was wearing a giorgio armani black and red beaded tube gown. okie i found out that she stars in mulholland drive, which... i haven't heard of either... anyways she looked nice. and she wore like diamond-studded high heels. woah pretty cool huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Dressed #3: Nicole Kidman&lt;br /&gt;well i've seen her look better but i always think she looks great : ) she has impeccable style this girl... anyways she was wearing a pretty simple light pink gown from chanel. slighty frilly kinda sweet girly style. unfortunately for her she didn't win her best actress award and thus no chance to show off on stage. however the camera did pan to her many many times. she sure looked better than tom cruise anyways. he looked scruffy and totally not handsome or dashing. anyways heard some rumour that he wasn't gonna attend the oscars because it was gonna be nicole's night. wah lao wat kind of man is that huh? so petty... *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Dressed #1: Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;br /&gt;she's wearing some weird see-thru top... which actually makes the skinny actress look fat. then her makeup is horrible! eyeliner around the entire eye making her look like she hasn't got any sleep for the last few centuries. okie i'm being a bit mean but then hey... gwyneth paltrow is capable of looking so much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Dressed #2: Sally Kirkland&lt;br /&gt;another 'celebrity' that i know not of... anyways i think she looks and acts like a mad woman! and what's up with her flashing her thigh? it's the oscars for goodness sakes... have some dignity! pehaps if she didn't behave so oddly she might not even be on my worst dressed list at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Dressed #3: Jennifer Connelly&lt;br /&gt;on first look i thought she looked rather good. but on closer inspection i realised that the dress didn't fit her well at all! it was kinda droopy... pretty sad cos she is a really beautiful actress : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Dressed #4: Julia Roberts&lt;br /&gt;what's with the slashing your dress to show ur armpits? is that supposed to be style? me thinks not!! well in a sense it is pretty artistic but i don't like the showing armpits thing... it's weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Hair: Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;okie the dress is nice.elegant pink tight-fitting gown. what did u in was the ENORMOUS HAIR! too big and fluffy... not elegant at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Makeup:  Renee Zellweger and Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;br /&gt;(i already commented on gwyneth, see above. so here's what i think of renee)&lt;br /&gt;another case of nice dress but... well Life! said that she looked like someone had touched her with the 'glow' wand. hmmm... i dunno... to me she just looks sweaty and sticky... not an appealing look to me at all. as for her dress. well she wore a simple black gown. nice but boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other comments:  faith hill looked like a rainbow-coloured mermaid. kirsten dunst looked like she was covered in pink slimy scales. sidney poitier's daughter sydney looked pretty good in her white gown. halle berry's gown was the most interesting kinda like a peek-a-boo and as Life! put it very amusingly it hides her 'berries'. i thought reese witherspoon looked very sweet (as usual) kind of old-hollywood style. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-11124659?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11124659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11124659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11124659' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-11090940</id><published>2002-03-24T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T18:10:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i watched the oscars. (yes instead of studying) amazingly it was a pretty emotional experience. i guess i'm easily touched. you all must think i'm crazy for what's so touching about the oscars. well i woke up late so i practically missed half of it. the first awardee i saw was for sidney poitier. for those not in the know he is a highly distinguished actor and one of the 1st or maybe the 1st leading black man in hollywood movies. they had this whole montage of other black actors talking about him and thanking him for leading the way for them... and it was just so touching and i felt wow wouldn't it be great to be that recognised and acknowledged for your work. yeah i actually cried... but alot of others (on tv) were crying too. so inspiring... makes me wanna do something great in my life too. but sigh... wat talent do i have to speak of? none that's the answer : P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so russell crowe didn't win his best actor oscar. it went to denzel washington. i dunno i didn't exactly catch denzel washington's film... in fact i haven't even heard of it. but russell crowe really did act very well and many thought he was i sure bet for the oscar BUT many knew that his recent bad behaviour was gonna hurt his chances and they did. the thing is... do u not recognise a person's true talent just because he's a rogue in real life? that's a hard question to answer but i would probably still award him that oscar. for it is to his credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i noticed. this seems to be a 'black' oscar. no i'm not racist but seriously... the host is black (whoopi goldberg), the best actor and actress are black (denzel washington and halle berry) and the honourary oscar went to a black (sidney poitier) not taking away from their own credit but it does seem to be a celebration of black actors. it is a good thing but then again... well the best actor and actress... well they weren't exactly the favourites. but then i shan't carry on for it's not that they are undeserving. just a little observation i made. perhaps sept 11 made the americans realise something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-11090940?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11090940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11090940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11090940' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-11040221</id><published>2002-03-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T08:35:47.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to watch waterboys... actually i was thinking of watching either that or a walk to remember on my birthday... anyways i watched both. today asked wayne chenhong wenyi n eugene out to watch it. it's a really great show. serious! i guess the humour is pretty slapstick tho (that's why i rather watch it with guys... girls might just think it's stupid) yeah anyways the characters are all pretty original and altho there isn't much of a storyline there's loads to laugh at. there's the loser swimming captain, the 'cool' guy with the afro, a gay, an aerobics freak and of course wat group would be complete without a nerd. anyways there 5 guys are the main protagonists of the show and form tagano school's first all-male synchronised swimming team. guys doing synchronised swimming? yeah you heard me right... there's not much else to say (for i wouldn't wanna spoil the show for ya...) add a few more kooky characters and you get a super-hilarious, side-splitting comedy : ) thoroughly enjoyable and totally worth my $8.50. even the fact that i sat 3rd row from the front didn't take away from my enjoyment of the show... just ask wayne chenhong wenyi or eugene and i'm sure they'll all encourage u to go catch the show... definitely one of the funniest movies i've watched in a long time : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we went walking around taka... and typically the guys got drawn to this display of armour... and other ancient military stuff and weapons... well i do admit they are nice to look at... but pretty useless. then we went on the mission of finding clothes for me. cos chenhong n eugene were supposed to buy me clothes for my birthday present (yay it's good to have friends who dunno wat to buy you sometimes *grin*) anyways my 1st stop was mphosis... and yeah i found this pretty cool pink top. yes PINK but i wasn't sure cos it's like pretty weird to wear out casually... but it wasn't too ex so i got chenhong n eugene to buy it. so here i'll publically announce it. thank you chenhong n eugene : ) i like the top very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no... that doesn't mean i don't like the other presents i got. actually this birthday was really quite nice. last year i felt my birthday was such a non-event. i mean usually i'm showered with presents and last year :P aiyah it's not like i'm so greedy but it's nice knowing that people remembered and actually care enough to get you something : ) so to everyone who bought me a present... thanks so much from the bottom of my heart. i just hope that when it comes to your birthday that i can get you something that will make you just as happy as i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-11040221?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11040221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11040221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11040221' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-11028792</id><published>2002-03-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T20:35:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... i'm 20 already... god that's so old... it feels weird. i guess cos i don't feel that old. still feel like i'm pretty childish hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways yeah so my birthday itself was pretty nice : ) spent the day with wayne and then went out for dinner with my family at prego... haven't eaten there in a long while. but i kinda remembered the food there to be nicer tho... and yesterday i had a bbq at my house. it was pretty good tho pretty expensive for me too... the only thing was that i invited my jc class and my med fac friends which resulted into non-mixing groups... it was a dilemma cos i had to alternate between the 2 groups... oh well it wasn't too bad : ) i quite enjoyed myself altho i have a sore throat now probably from the bbq food or the smoke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents... i think the presents i got were pretty nice : ) a pink bag from swyke, pink photoframe from wayne, purple adidas watch from my medicine friends, pink shawl from the dunmanians, pink pig pencil case from sim chuan, korean cd from wenyi, pink ballet barbie from kokpin n yvonne, tabletennis balls n paddles from pinakin n shahrier. note the overwhelming pinkness of my presents : ) but i'm not complaining tho. i like pink. i don't think that makes me girly, it's just a nice bright cheerful colour n it makes me happy. pinakin also gave me this cool card... when i opened it, it practically screamed the macarena song... i got a humongous shock but it's a funny card. thanks pinakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesterday people kept asking wayne what he bought for me and they all were surprised that he only bought a photoframe... okie lemme say a few words in his defence or people may keep teasing him for that. he actually was planning to get me something else but in the end he couldn't find it... that's why he bought the photoframe which is really nice : ) oh and we watched a movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to a walk to remember... it's a good show i think but not fantastic. the story is pretty predictable and common and i think it's totally not a guy show. it's a sappy romantic story for GIRLS... so u guys don't go watch it and complain to me that i said it was good ok... mandy moore dyed her hair brunette and she really looked pretty different. i didn't feel like i was watching mandy moore. unlike watching crossroads (which i didn't watch) where u're just watching britney spears on a road trip. a walk to remember is basically just a sweet romance between a 'good' girl who transforms the bad guy... typical i know but sweet. perhaps only girls appreciate it cos that's the closest that they can get to true romance. not saying that guys dunno how to be romantic but it's not that easy i guess : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone watched survivor? yeah sarah got voted off! it was pretty obvious tho... anyways the switch made maraamu even weaker than it was before i think... they probably will continue to lose until the two tribes merge... i'm thinking gabriel might win. he's like the 'ethan' persona in survivor 4. but yeah i think he stands a good chance. sean and rob are as good as gone. especially sean. i dunno but it seems like all the blacks on survivor (mainly the guys) are all lazy! must be their culture... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie gotta go change... gonna watch waterboys later : ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-11028792?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11028792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/11028792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11028792' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-10853714</id><published>2002-03-18T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T02:51:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to watch i not stupid. i've been hearing from ppl that it's a good show and everything. but actually me n my friends ended up watching it cos some already watched beautiful mind and ice age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty good show altho not fantastic. but it was funny and i didn't really feel bored. the young kids were actually pretty good actors : ) n quite cute too. altho some parts were rather weird... like there's this angmoh who wanted to come up with an advertising campaign for ba gua and he had this video with 2 ang moh girls dancing around holding ba gua in their hands. truly bizarre... heyy the show had quite alot of ba gua maybe eugene would like it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to school for the biochem review and i found out i got 4 questions wrong.... damn... but it's not that bad i guess... pinakin got full marks! wah lao... but good for him lah : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just visited his newly started blogger too... haha quite funny he chose the tuxedo template...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe my birthday is coming in 3 days time... wah i'll be 20! so old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-10853714?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10853714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10853714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10853714' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-10819999</id><published>2002-03-17T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T00:46:21.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh it's a sunday afternoon... just the day for lazing around : ) and i'm so glad i don't have any exams to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing neopets now. i haven't mentioned it before but wayne introduced me to neopets (haha can't imagine that wayne plays neopets rite) anyways i have a pet kacheek named moshimaru that is co-owned by me n wayne. neopets is extremely addictive. really. but it's fun and the stuff they come up with is so cute n creative. my favourite thing to do is to buy interesting and yummy food and play games to win stuff. sigh seems so childish but it's really very fun. oh i also co-owning a pet with my sister (i got her hooked too haha) they're twin quiggles called ughoogie and spronge. yeah the names are all weird cos it's really difficult to find a name not being used yet. anyways just spreading the joy. so those who haven't heard of neopets go check it out : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-10819999?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10819999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10819999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10819999' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-10785729</id><published>2002-03-15T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T19:42:12.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!! finally finished with my CAs!!! i can't tell u how relieved i am *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the sucky thing is i stayed up till 3.30 am last night n i think i'm gonna do badly... sheesh all the topics that i really mugged for didn't come out! argh so irritating... oh well it's over... like my friend said "the good thing about not sleeping is that it gives u a high after the CA is over. and u don't care whether or not u're gonna fail. u're just happy it's over" my sentiments exactly.... but actually i do care if i fail :P oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is the pros are in about 5 weeks time... sigh hafta hit the books again... was planning on giving myself a one week's break... that is until my friend told me i was crazy not to study... hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did anyone watch survivor yesterday? so cool... rotu won again. i was like at the edge of my seat during the immunity challenge. maraamu was soooo close to winning. hah but rotu won in the end. i like rotu :) maraamu on the other hand is full of ppl who just do not click man... they're super dumb... can't believe they voted hunter out. hunter was like their best man and they voted him out... hope they keep on losing. altho the next person out would prob be gina... wish sarah would get kicked off... but apparently not... i read this review of survivor and it said that "it looks like boobs n a good body do help after all" but it's really gross cos her boobs are always like in ur face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be out celebrating now rite? but i'm in my hostel room at the moment.. how sad... hope i do something exciting today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-10785729?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10785729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10785729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10785729' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-10677742</id><published>2002-03-12T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T18:54:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah forgot to credit wenyi for telling me about this place... it's really good and very hassle-free :) so to wenyi : domo arigato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing... i got somethin funny to say... hope shuling doesn't read this :) but u see one of the stations in our test was the spleen (coincidentally my first station : some trivia for u just in case i get so famous one day that there's a trivia game about my life) haha sorry that was crap... anyways after a test a group of us were discussing it and someone said "that was the spleen right?" and everyone kinda nodded in agreement... except for shuling who said " SPLEEN?? i thought it was a tongue!!" haha quite funny right. oh one more funny thing. my prof told us the other day about this student he once had. they placed an organ in front of her to identify. and she said it was a penis. the prof was surprised and asked her why it looked like that. then she answered "cos it's shrivelled up" haha... so anyone can guess what it actually was??? it was a pancreas!!! ahaha that was really funny :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i better go now n study :( one last thing... pinakin couldn't identify the spleen either! haha... there pinakin i've effectively humiliated u... now people won't want to see u when u're a doctor cos u can't even identify a spleen *grin* just joking... actually i forgot wat u thought it was... i was sleeping when u msgd (due to the fact that i slept at 4 the night b4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok! study... :PPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-10677742?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10677742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10677742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10677742' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-10676832</id><published>2002-03-12T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T18:24:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... finally restarting my blog again kinda was 'inspired' by chenhong's blog... okie not really inspired (not to say that his word weren't inspiring... okie actually they weren't :P don't get angry ch) but more like i missed writing here abit. actually it's all kinda weird cos ever since i started this blog (which was the follow-up from my last online diary which was cruelly taken away from me *sob*) i never told anyone about it... so basically noone has read wat i've wrote here so far. which kinda defeats the purpose of having an online diary in the first place. well u see i wanted to do up my diary really nice, personalize it and stuff. but i realised... that i'm a complete idiot at this stuff... tried to add pictures but it comes out blank urgh... i really need wenyi's expertise man... still amazed at how he can do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm actually today is a pretty weird day for me to start writing my blog again. mainly cos i have a CA tomorrow... and i realise that once i come online i pretty much get stuck online :P (note to self: must practise more discipline) well at least i've gotten one CA over already. for those not in the know... my anatomy CA was just yesterday... it was EXTREMELY stressful for me. it's horrible knowing that u've so much to study and no time to finish it all... hey wait that's just like jc2 huh. no but it's waay worse... anyways i thought the test itself was pretty surreal. i mean there were about 100 of us sitting in the anat hall with body parts displayed in front of us. 50 stations in all. we had like 45 sec at each station. so it was like sit, look, write answer, bell rings, get up, walk to next station, sit... and the cycle just went on and on. pretty weird for an exam. oh and people CHEATED... yeah actually i kinda knew that it was possible cos we were always moving around. but hey i didn't cheat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie so this has been a pretty long entry... so b4 i go just wanna tell ch something... hey i wasn't being mean when i didn't wanna get the forms for ya... i'm having tests this whole week and i not staying hostel PLUS the admin block is pretty far from where i study so it all makes for a very mahfan situation on top of the incredible stress... so i'm sorry... i'll try after my tests? or maybe u can ask yuwen? cos she doesn't haf tests i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that's it for now... look forward to better and more interesting entries after my exams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-10676832?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10676832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/10676832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10676832' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-8680181</id><published>2002-01-14T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T07:37:17.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey today was the first time i truly dissected! okie i've been in medicine pretty long but i haven't really dissected at all. cos it's just easier to let the others do it... it's pretty interesting i guess... but i did feel a little queasy cos of the smell... shan't go into details cos it might gross ppl out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't got back into the studying mood yet. keep telling myself to study but haven't really done much :PPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-8680181?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8680181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8680181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8680181' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-8560762</id><published>2002-01-10T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T00:31:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie i guess i'm feeling much better now... i just realised that i've been keeping this online diary for pretty long and i haven't let anyone read it yet... i guess cos it looks kinda ugly... but me the computer idiot dunno how to make it pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having headaches pretty often lately dunno why... urgh don't like being in school can't seem to get down to serious studying and i just realised that the next ca is coming really soon... bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-8560762?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8560762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8560762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8560762' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-8373964</id><published>2002-01-03T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T06:55:11.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't believe it... my last entry was just before i found out about my grandma... i really never expected her to leave us so soon... i wish i had known then at least i could haf done my part to make her happier... part of me still doesn't believe that it's happened... it's like she's gone away on a holiday and i'm waiting for her to come back then we can all go her house for our sunday lunch... but that's not gonna happen... i never have to go to her house and call her 'grandma', eat lunch and then watch 7th heaven. she won't ever ask me to set her alarm clock for her or fix her radio. or ask me to arrange stamps. we won't have to serve her tea during chinese new year anymore... oh my god i still can't take it... i wish there wasn't such a thing as death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't write anymore... it's too upsetting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-8373964?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8373964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8373964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8373964' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-8266582</id><published>2001-12-29T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T20:06:39.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my performance is finally over... i haf officially 3 days left of holidays left to enjoy... that's really sucky man... yesterday i spent the entire day at home. thought i should haf gone out but i was too lazy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways about my performance... the first night i had to do the pointe work dance. that was SUPER stressful... pointe work is deceptively easy but trust me it's not easy at all and it's really really painful. i was pretty stressed cos i only had 2 weeks to practise for it and i still hadn't mastered it still had wobbles here n there :P worse there was a solo some more. the only other time i did a solo was in vj... and that was actually pretty scary... i had the whole hall staring at me. haha funny thing is most ppl couldn't remember it bah... oh well i cheorographed that entirely myself so it was a mini achievement for me... anyways thankfully my solo was pretty much okie... no slips... i was quite happy till the end where i fumbled bleah... i guess it would haf been pretty lucky if i could haf made it thru mistake-free. the jazz dance was fun to dance and not stressful at all : ) yeah enjoyed dancing but the few minutes i danced on stage made me wonder if the weeks n months of rehearsal was worth it... i think wat i got out of the performance was more the friendships i made n strengthened... in total there were 108 dancers from various grades... and more or less i got to mix around and i'm glad i got to know the other students... especially the little ones who are sooooo cute! but they're really loud... i went to their dressing room to visit them n they were all shouting at me at the same time... it's like they think u can't hear them or something. then like 4 of them will wanna sit on your lap at the same time. really cute but extremely naughty... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well kinda sad that it's over so fast... hafta get back to school sheesh that's yucky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-8266582?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8266582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8266582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8266582' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-8046309</id><published>2001-12-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T08:27:43.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went christmas shopping... actually it was kinda unplanned... last minute i had to go to town to buy a new pair of pointe shoes for my ballet performance *grumble* so i thought i'd do some shopping since i was already there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i tried the new eating place at heeren called crepes n cream... i think the food there is really not bad : ) esp since i love crepes so much *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised xmas shopping is really difficult... i wanna get a really nice present but on a limited budget... pretty impossible... bleah i'm also having trouble finishing my xmas cards... i got majority done but there are some addresses missing... shucks... hey n so far i've only received ONE miserable christmas card!!! has sending christmas cards gone out of fashion or am i being ostracised or something? usually by now i would haf received a whole pile of cards... : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... christmas is coming... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-8046309?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8046309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/8046309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8046309' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7942533</id><published>2001-12-14T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T19:36:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear i meant to write last week cos we brought the old folks out to sentosa... it was quite fun but pretty tiring... haf i wrote about my observation yet? well i dunno but old folk really remind me of kids... it's very cute... they are really cute. haiyoh i wish i could write more but i dun haf time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i'm super busy with my dance rehearsals... it's terrible... it's as good as having no holidays... oh well at least it's better than having school. well dancing is pretty fun altho having to do it over n over again is pretty sian... oh well i hope u ppl who are gonna come watch me will enjoy it : ) it really looks pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to robbie william's new album Swing when u're winning. it's really very good : ) very enjoyable the swing music makes u just wanna get up n dance  : ) well i love swing maybe that's why *grin* but trust me it's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie hafta go for my rehearsal AGAIN... my poor feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7942533?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7942533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7942533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7942533' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7554226</id><published>2001-12-01T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T03:19:47.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh so bored... went shopping today with my sis for her prom. and i got to experiment with making her up quite fun : ) while shopping today at wisma i saw this performance by some australian group. basically they just covered a whole lotta pop songs. but their singing was pretty good and the dancing too. so envious... and there was this really cute guy *drool* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah I LOST MY HANDPHONE... argh so upsetting... i haven't bought a new one yet tho... i realised that i'm pretty dependent on my hp. i wonder how i could survive last time when i didn't even haf a pager... tsk tsk i'm so reliant on technology... no hp no tv no computer and i think i might just die... not literally lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool... perfect 10 is going to the vj prom... aiyah i wish there was another prom to go too... actually i just want an occasion to dress up and look pretty : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm halfway thru my ssm project at the old folks home... yesterday we played some games with them and it was so cute to see them aiyoh... the old folks can be really cute... : ) sometimes i think they're actually kinda like kids... their needs n wants are pretty basic and it doesn't take much to make them smile : ) BUT still don't wanna grow old... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7554226?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7554226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7554226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7554226' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7407502</id><published>2001-11-26T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T03:19:22.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got home not too long ago from my ssm... my ssm is actually at this day care n rehabilitation centre in yishun. there we get to interact with old folks n help out with their phsysiotherapy. it's actually quite interesting but quite depressing at the same time. today one old man actually said to me "when u become old, u become useless" and the way he talked... it seemed like he rather not live... it's really sad when u see how they've lost the use of their body. small movements become so much harder for them. stuff that we take for granted are actually a big deal to them. and some of the old folk possess such life that in a sense they seem trapped in their bodies. and those that aren't cheerful are sad n depressed n waiting to die... made me think alot and i'm the type that hates thinking about death... made me wanna see my grandma more and spend more time with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i'm too tired... wanted to write some meaningful stuff but doesn't seem to be coming out rite... anyways i learnt something today (and i don't mean the physiotherapy stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7407502?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7407502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7407502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7407502' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7386257</id><published>2001-11-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T07:24:14.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm back from my photo shoot... pretty anti-climax cos i only took TWO photos cos one of my costumes wasn't ready yet... but i saw the costumes for the littl red riding hood... oh my gosh the little bunnies were sooooooooooooo CUTE! it's unbelievable... if i haf children next time i'm gonna dress them up like that everyday (okie that's exaggerating but it seriously is SUPER cute) the costumes as a whole are really quite nice... pretty impressed... but my costume is gonna be pretty boring... one is a peach tutu (typical ballet costume) and the other is a red n black thing... some lycra getup... boring... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was the star awards... pretty boring actually... in fact i didn't even know it was on tonight until i turned on the telly... did they advertise less this year or was i just too out of touch with civilisation??? anyways the clothes worn were pretty boring... nothing super odd... surprisingly fann wong wore pretty normal... all the girls wore pretty normal... no one wore anything really nice actually... pretty forgettable in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe tomorrow i actually still hafta go to yishun to do my project... argh n i thought it was the start of my holidays *groan* 9-5... i'd rather get a job and earn some money...oh well it's not THAT bad i guess... just tiring... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna  ZZZ (like one of my classmates likes to say) nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7386257?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7386257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7386257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386257' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7379048</id><published>2001-11-24T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T20:31:10.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie so my hols have officially started! yippee! i feel soooo much more relaxed now with ca 3 over... tho it wasn't exactly a very nice experience... at least i think there's some hope for me to pass even tho i didn't revise alot of topics cos i was supposed to wake up at 3am and i didn't in the end *stupid me* or else perhaps i might be talking about getting As or Bs... haha no lah i think that's like impossible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i watched the last episode of temptation island... it was some wedding episode. cos one of the couples was getting married. sigh the couple i liked best kinda broke up. not cos they had differences but cos their careers brought them to different places and being apart was just too difficult to maintain the relationship. kinda funny how temptation island did break them up in the end cos being famous helped them launch their careers. altho mandy dyed her hair black and billy grew back his hair... (ewww both look baad..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i hafta get on to my photo shoot... yeah i'm a bigshot super model now... nah... just kidding *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7379048?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7379048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7379048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7379048' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7333935</id><published>2001-11-22T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T18:35:10.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh... one day left to my ca and i haven't finished studying yet! okie actually i'm not THAT stressed cos it's not biochem... if it WERE biochem... i don't think i would be online now... heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week i've been staying at home... and actually i like it. i mean my hostel room is nice n everything... but it's kinda lonely u know. plus there's not TV. as i have been quoted before... "tv is my life!" haha but then alot of my fav shows aren't showing at the moment... except for BUFFY! which is still as cool as ever *grin* which reminds me... jianye has yet to give me my birthday present... he's almost 2 years late! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised there's a spelling error in my previous entry... i meant to say 'some kitty cat thing' not 'so kitty cat thing'... so kitty cat totally doesn't make sense... haha which reminds me of 'someone' who can't spell... *grin* what happened to ur 12 years of schooling?? tsk tsk : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie so this sun will be my photo taking for my dance programme... hope i don't turn out looking ugly... my worst nightmare... okay not really my worst nightmare, but close enuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo wendy! go n study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... naggy... *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7333935?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7333935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7333935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7333935' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7288224</id><published>2001-11-20T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T23:46:24.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh i just realised that my site IS changed abit... yeah it was originally so kitty cat thing which was pretty cute but it was one of those generic templates and i wanted to haf one that i could call my own... well there's a powerpuff girl rotating there... which is pretty cute... but i WILL improve on it... when i haf the time : ) now i shall sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7288224?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7288224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7288224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7288224' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7288102</id><published>2001-11-20T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T23:38:37.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh...&lt;br /&gt;been trying really hard to redesign the page cos i wanna personalize it and make it more 'me'... but the computer idiot that i am has won out again... i need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ca is like in 3 days time and i haven't finished studying yet... AND i'm on the net too... wow such discipline *grin* oh well that's me rite... actually i wonder if i am feeling abit stressed, just a few days ago i had this weird dream that me n my friends were doing dissection in my bedroom...ewwww gross! then in the dream i was gathering all my soft toys as quickly as possible to hide in the cupboard so they wouldn't kena the icky anat hall smell... really weird dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this sat to be over then i'll be on holiday! actually not really... i still haf projects which will keep me busy for about 2 weeks then after that is dance dance dance... how wonderful... :P oh well at least i'm gonna get to perform : ) yay so fun! last nite i was watching some ice skating show and i was so wishing that i had taken ice skating lessons... *dream* wow it's so beautiful the way they can skate so well... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i'm gonna take a nap now and hopefully i can study more later... it's raining now : ) wonderful weather to sleep in Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7288102?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7288102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7288102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7288102' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7090282</id><published>2001-11-13T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T08:42:33.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's already past midnite and i'm still not sleeping yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've begun to develop this habit of sleeping late... then i end up sleeping alot in the day, which results in me not getting ANY studying done... studying is really not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i even went shopping... but it was to buy chris' birthday present... which reminds me i need to get something for chen hong too... anyways for some reason we bumped into alot of celebs. carol lin, caleb goh, nadya, lum may yee and that ang moh teacher guy on moulmein high. by the way... did u know that caleb goh is gay? i can't believe the no of male celebs who are gay... it's scary. to think that they are surrounded by gorgeous women all the time too... anyways caleb was with the ang moh teacher guy which makes me wonder if HE is gay too... tsk tsk... and also nadya n lum may yee are surprisingly short considering they're models... maybe there is hope for me after all heheh *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie i better get to sleep... i shall resolve to STUDY tomorrow. Happy Deepavali to everyone! Nite nite n sweet dreams... Zzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7090282?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7090282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7090282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7090282' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7052471</id><published>2001-11-11T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T22:33:42.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh ooh! forgot to add.... hey that was my first post! cool huh! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... actually then how am i gonna add back my previous webdiary... *thinking* aiyoh... also i think i need to ask wenyi how to change the colour of my font... black is so BORING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie that's it : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7052471?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7052471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7052471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7052471' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206256.post-7052386</id><published>2001-11-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T22:29:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie so after tons n tons of surfing i've finally decided to take up wenyi's advice and use the online journal thingy that he suggested (hope he not upset i copycat him or something :) still not sure how to use this thingy tho... like i wanna design the page myself but i not sure how to change the stuff... oh well who ask me to be a html idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm down with some weird stomachy thing now so is shuling... must be something we ate... i dunno alot of ppl seem to be having stomachaches... well... at least i'm in my room resting now, better than goin for dissection... i bet the rest are still in the anat hall *haha* what are they dissecting today? the pelvic wall... boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie it's nap time for me nite nite n sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;: ) *angelic smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206256-7052386?l=wendydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7052386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206256/posts/default/7052386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendydarling.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7052386' title=''/><author><name>little girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
