<?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-20686334</id><updated>2011-07-01T10:07:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep inside my Shallow br@in</title><subtitle type='html'>Of all the things i've lost, i miss my mind the most</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-114760685824103385</id><published>2006-05-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:59:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This post was meant for yesterday but pic couldnt be uploaded then:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mother's day and since im so cheap this is what my sister and i made for our mother this afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/momdaytea.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/momdaytea.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to prove how cheap one can be, we actually made the muffins from those instant 3-in-1 packets. So they are actually ciplak muffins but do not be fooled, we made it with tlc and just a whole lot of love &lt;s&gt;for food&lt;/s&gt;. Now they're called &lt;strong&gt;müm&lt;/strong&gt;fins since they're made specially for mum's day. The brown are made from Boh's teacino caramel while the white are from Nesvita nestum oat drink. But we added streaks of cocoa so we get really sexy mumfins specially for a sexy ol' half a centurian lady.Happy Mother's Day, mummy mumster!!! &lt;--(V)--«&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:þ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-114760685824103385?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/114760685824103385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=114760685824103385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114760685824103385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114760685824103385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-post-was-meant-for-yesterday-but.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-114742726644292552</id><published>2006-05-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:47:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish i was one of those who blog religiously. And interestingly. But well, i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past 1 month plus, i was reading other people's blog and while i realise that i should be updating my own, i've just been 2 lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m addicted to blog reading. Everytime im online, 99.9% of the time i will head first to kennysia and from there i go to other blogs. Now I read certain blogs religiously. And all i shall say is, i learnt a lot. Really. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month, the scorpion that belongs to my sister gave birth to around 17 cute lil white squishy babies. Heck, it was as exciting as watching the birth of your own child, minus the pain and gory scenes. Scorpions have perfect timing, 1 hour 1 baby. And talking about perfect timing, the scorpion couldnt have done better than to choose to go on labour on Labour Day itself. So for the whole day we anticipated the total no of babies. Imagine how much money you can get selling them, since pet shops sell full growns at rm30. We'll probably get to sell em for rm20 per baby scorpion. My sister should seriously think about breeding more animals. More animals=more money. So smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what i spent my very spare time doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/animals4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/animals4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Its a cut and paste picture of all the animals we have at the Chung animal shelter. ha. ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-114742726644292552?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/114742726644292552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=114742726644292552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114742726644292552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114742726644292552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish-i-was-one-of-those-who-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-114312363161122933</id><published>2006-03-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:24:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA!!! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.MyHeritage.com/"&gt;http://www.MyHeritage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of the coolest place i've ever been to. Found out about it from KennySia's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you upload a picture and then they will match your features to a celebrity's and voila, you get to find your long lost celebrity twin/brother/sister/relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very addictive and with my first photo uploaded, i was matched with Stephen Chow(hmm..possible?)&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd photo was matched with Choi Ji Woo (hahaheheh, really!!)&lt;br /&gt;Third was Kim Yun-jin from Lost (hmm, 2 Koreans so far, and gorgeous one pulak!!)&lt;br /&gt;The fourth was Kylie Minougue (errr...)&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the 5th was...Wen Jiabao, a political figure from China...&lt;br /&gt;And, the last photo i updated today was matched with....Jang Nara...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeehaa!!Do i look Korean??!! Because i have 3 Korean matches....teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/mk2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i just finished watching Mukodono today. Or otherwise known as The Son-in-Law. Hilarious at times but boring at some parts too. Nevertheless, worth the watch. Its about this really cool and handsome singer-actor who leads a double life. Have you ever wondered what seemingly cool and calm stars like Gackt are like when they're not making an appearance or just chilling out at home away from the prying eyes of the public? So, that drama kind of shows you the double life of a famous star. Was kind of shocked at first when i realised the dorky geeky jumpy guy and the cool Gackt-like famous star were the same person. It was a case of 'cannot be lah!' cos they were so different. When he goes out as a famous star, he speaks in this super sexy deep voice that sounds very much like gackt's. For me, one of the highlights of watching that drama was that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied for uni already but i forsee that i will be updating it until im satisfied. Have 3 more chances to change it. I hope to go over the sea, namely Laut China Selatan. My geography must be alright since i know what lies between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im destined to go either sabah or sawarak because i have this birthmark that is shaped exactly like the Borneo island with the whole dog-head like thing and the tail and also a couple of the islands around it. Mysterious eh? Nyeh nyeh nyeh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-114312363161122933?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/114312363161122933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=114312363161122933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114312363161122933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114312363161122933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahaha-check-out-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-114184011464450894</id><published>2006-03-09T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:10:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yo yo, I’ve finished Dragon Zakura and Gokusen 2 within this week…and now I have nothing to watch. Boo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something interesting happened yesterday. I know it is common knowledge that you CANNOT microwave an egg. But it is in my &lt;s&gt;vast&lt;/s&gt; knowledge that you can. And because I can, I can make hard boiled egg anytime I want. Unfortunately, the special microwaved egg maker that I have to put my precious egg into before popping it into the oven is made in Thailand and therefore its productivity has decreased over use which explains the ‘something’ that happened. It definitely comes close to a massacre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010007.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010007.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crime scene of the infamous chicken egg massacre&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/egg2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/egg2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/egg2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Every mother hen’s nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to the fact that it could not be tighten as tight as it should be and the fact that it has endured a lot of abuse from &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us all, it decided that enough was enough, and went pop, no, it went lalaBOOM!! No warning, nothing. After the initial shock from everyone &lt;s&gt;except me because I was deliriously excited&lt;/s&gt;, the door of the microwave oven was then opened cautiously by our very own brave matriarch and to our very much amused selves, we peered in to find that the poor egg(may its dear soul rest in peace) had exploded all over inside the oven. Fortunately, all activity stayed inside the oven. I mean, I definitely don’t want to be called an egghead, literally speaking. Twas a sadistic ending to an innocent egg. And me cos I ended up cleaning everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this is the cake we bought from Gold Vision on Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/cake2flower.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/cake2flower.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were offering all cakes, tarts, and bread in sight at 50% discount. Apparently, it was a 1 day a year thing. How fortunate we were to have stumbled upon such a sale, and how unfortunate for it to be a once a year thing. And they were still churning out cakes faster than you could say Matsumoto Jun, Hideaki Takizawa, Akanishi Jin, and Kamenashi something, and repeat twice. If you want them to appear in you dreams, repeat 5 times, if they appeared in you nightmares, well, at least they did appear. This fair cake with a name so alluring as Fair Lady, is as good as it looks. Delicious to the last bite (unfortunately, i missed that last slice..sigh). If there is anything I love more than cake, its presents, but if my present is cake, then I love cake more. Doesn’t make sense. But I love cake!! I have photos of cake pasted on my cupboard. In fact, I shall dedicate a song to cake.Its The Look of Love by Diana Krall. And this is the chorus: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How long i have waited,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waited just to love you, now that i have found you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the oldies I’ve been listening to and lately a lot more from Light and Easy because im getting old but no worries I still have the mentality of a 16 year old(result from one of those i-have-ntg-better-to-do quizes). La la la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sane but I think I’ve lost my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-114184011464450894?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/114184011464450894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=114184011464450894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114184011464450894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114184011464450894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/03/yo-yo-ive-finished-dragon-zakura-and.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-114138124119355835</id><published>2006-03-03T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:03:41.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suffered a bit of blogging boredom. Suddenly i was too lazy too blog or too busy doing other boring stuff. That explains the long absence of any sign that i was still living, breathing and eating. So sorry Xingling-chan, no more mouth-watering to-die-for cookies and cakes and other delicious creations for you to feast your eyes on. Took a break from the wonderful world of baking and cooking &lt;s&gt;because i was getting fatter&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/numabuffy2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/numabuffy2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now i basically live each day like the two hamsters i live with live their life. These hamsters have a very interesting agenda each day. Its basically consists of waking, pooping, peeing, eating and then back to sleeping. So, now you know what i do everyday, since i am too lazy to find work and too busy to work. Basically i do as a hamster do. Except i put in a bit more entertainment like watching tv and going online. And not to forget the violin lessons. But other than that im just like the hammies, since im basically more active at night cos night is the time i exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/47_1_b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/47_1_b.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/47_1_b.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, life is more interesting now as i have lots of japanese drama to watch. Yippeee!! After my last drama which was GTO, i somehow managed to survived 1 or 2 weeks without any jap d's. Fortunately, a friend who is truly a japanese otaku and has even been to japan, twice, introduced and even lent me some vcds. The first she introed me to was titled The Innocent Witch/Forbidden Love starring Hideaki Takizawa and Matsushima Nanako which is about: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michi, a 26 year old high school math teacher, tentatively accepts her boyfriend's proposal of marriage, uncertain of her love for him but feeling pressure from her father and society to do what is expected of her. Hikaru, a 17 year old boy frustrated by his home life with his single mother and having been expelled from many high schools for bad behavior, enters Michi's class as a new transfer student. As their relationship grows they realize that they both feel that they have lost themselves to the pressures of those around them, and it is this common bond that draws them dangerously close. What follows is a heart-wrenching story of forbidden love where Michi must face society's judgement for corrupting a minor, abandoning her fiance, and disappointing her parents and co-workers. &lt;/em&gt;( Ah i took this from jdorama.com so that explains the perfecto english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/numabuffy2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/1318658717653l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/1318658717653l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished that drama very fast and its really great because of the storyline and the realistic emotions and characters besides my constant drooling over Tackey, whom i think is the preetiest boy in japan with feminine features that can attract both sexes but somehow mantains a substantial amount of machoness in his shows. Sluurrpp.... It definitely deserves an award for the storyline something like how that recent movie banned in Malaysia about two hunky cowboys did in the sense that its about forbidden love. Gunung Pecahbelakang! ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/B000ACQ8I6.01.LZZZZZZZ.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/B000ACQ8I6.01.LZZZZZZZ.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im watching Anego starring Shinohara Ryoko and Akanishi Jin, both of whom i were not familiar with before. And i have others waiting for me: Dragon Zakura, Summer Snow, Gokusen 2....And others which are not waiting for me and have to forage for myself: Boko Dake no Madonna which also stars Hideaki and Nobuta wo Produce and many others which i have yet to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end on a sad and terrifying alphabet, my STPM results will be out on the 16th of March!!! I know its going to be a torturous 2 weeks until my result date. And guess what? We can now get our results through SMS too. And you dont need any password or anything, just your IC no. Its so easy and you dont have to go to school on the day itself to collect your results, good for those with embarrassing results like me. The downside is i think that its possible to check your friends results too since all you need is their IC no. Arghhh!! 2 more weeks!! But luckily its the school hols then, we can probably go somewhere for a holiday before the ultimate disaster...So, im hoping for the best, that my crap results will sustain an entrance into uni. Im not sure what field i want to leap into but im definitely interested in aquatic studies. I dream of visiting coral reefs and swimming with dolphins. I love water!! But i swim like a fish out of water. I think i'd be great if i got to go to Sarawak. Lots of attraction there like the different ethnic groups, vast caves, long rivers, glorious food, Kenny Sia...ah, yeah, most interesting is probably the last one...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-114138124119355835?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/114138124119355835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=114138124119355835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114138124119355835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/114138124119355835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-suffered-bit-of-blogging-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113962282960433202</id><published>2006-02-11T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:53:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at my Bunz!!! These are vegetarian burgers with homemade burger patties. All the slaving away in the evening paid of as we got to indulge in such a lovingly prepared meal by ME...Come on and salivate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrot Nut Burgers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113962282960433202?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113962282960433202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113962282960433202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113962282960433202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113962282960433202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-at-my-bunz-these-are-vegetarian.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113949288014407039</id><published>2006-02-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:50:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/changebag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/changebag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the metamorphosis of my sling-over-shoulder-auntie bags. Compared to 2005 and early 2006, i was using a very flaccid olive green bag which by the way, was also a free gift. Now i have an very shapely and expensive Guess bag!! Really didnt see that coming. While everyone else prides in having Gucci, Coach, LV, etc, i am the proud owner of a cool Guess baggy...Both these bags have something in common though, they're were both given to me by my sister....yeah, im starting to see a pattern here. Xingling-chan, buy me a new one every year, ok? *looks up with Momo eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was a moment in history. I officially finished the Gokusen 1 drama series. It was the most interesting and funny drama i've ever watched. Im not so sure bout Gokusen 2 though, doesnt look as appealing. And the GTO cds from my sister couldnt have arrived at a more perfecto timing. Now i can go watch a new jap drama without having to wait for it to download. Computer chair, here i come to warm ya up!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113949288014407039?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113949288014407039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113949288014407039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113949288014407039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113949288014407039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-at-metamorphosis-of-my-sling-over.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113939428539678464</id><published>2006-02-08T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:39:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what came in the mail today!!! Our Christmas prezzies from dear sister in US addressed in my name!! More than a month late but nevermind, it was worth the wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was all i could do to restrain from tearing at the box, result: box looking as good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;as delivered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, all this from one small box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Check out the surat wasiat from Xingling-chan on who gets what.....hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is MINE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;An original Guess handbag from US??!! Aaaahhh!! *faints in delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most interesting is this packet of Instant Snow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Instant snow??!! Ini macam pun ada ka??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once scoop sodium polyacrylate + 2 ounces water = Snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;It expanded way faster than you could say Matsujun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Look ma, its snowing in Malaysia!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming back to my prezzie, i was thinking of the ways one could carry such a beautiful handbag (pardon the &lt;em&gt;chiplak&lt;/em&gt; model):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Cooly&lt;/em&gt; s&lt;em&gt;lap it across the back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; 2.&lt;/em&gt; Sling it o&lt;em&gt;ver the shoulder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;3.Or even&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in the front like a siu che.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But nothing beats this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/junhandbag.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/junhandbag.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have Matsumoto Jun carry it for you in the most alluring Momo-style....Peeweeeet!!!*faints in delight*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113939428539678464?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113939428539678464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113939428539678464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113939428539678464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113939428539678464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-what-came-in-mail-today-our.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113922374558198870</id><published>2006-02-06T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:13:45.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we celebrate the birthday of a very special person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/ling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/ling2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xingling-chan, my dear sister, as we are devoid of your presence here with us today on this joyous occasion, we decided to make it special this year by celebrationg it for you right here in Malaysia. This is the first time you get to celebrate your birthday twice in 2 different time zones. Besides that &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; you get to enjoy a lovely cake minus the fat and calories.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Such a pretty cake...just like the bday gal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side view of the cake&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a slice for you, Xingling-chan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful roses adorning the cake. Quoting Shakespear: A rose by any other name would not smell as sweet. Likewise, a sister by any other smell would not have a name so sweet...wait, that doesnt sound right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113922374558198870?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113922374558198870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113922374558198870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113922374558198870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113922374558198870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-we-celebrate-birthday-of-very.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113915908613562278</id><published>2006-02-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:51:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had fever on the 2nd and 3rd day of CNY. It was really something. I dont remember ever turning so zombie-like and swallowing so much panadol. It was like being on drugs. After every dosage, i will almost instantly feel better, happier, higher, bouncier.....But the downside is it never lasts. Crashing comes a few hours later leaving my pitiful self hankering for more...more of that little white pills of joy...muahaha...But thank goodness, its done and over with. I didnt even see the doc, and the highest my temperature went was 49 degrees i think. I must be really strong to be able to overpower the offending foreign inhabitants in my body....of course, with a lil' help from em pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, these are the remains of the cookies i made last week. However, this pic was taken a few days ago. Therefore, it is only inevitable that all has disappeared by now. I have to say that the cookies i made all turned out deliciously lip-smacking and to-die-for. Will try my luck again next year at perfecting my cookienary skills. In the meantime, i will try my hands at something else, whatever is it next, i hope it turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cookies: Now you see it. Now you don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, i tried my hands at CHIFFON CAKE. Throughout the years, i've developed a love for these simple looking cakes which i would like to point out, is not as easy to make as it looks. Whatever that may resemble this species of cake found outside the confines of your house and is produced by mass is NOT a genuine chiffon cake. I think my passion for these cakes built up slowly over the years as my mother would now and then, whip out the mixing bowl and beat out a mean chiffion cake. You get em in all flavours, pandan, orange, vanilla....Soft and delicate to the touch....Yum....But i think its been more than 5 years since she made them so often. I suppose that long a period makes your skills go la la. There are so many things you have to take care with a chiffon such as not letting the egg yolk mix with the egg white, not even a teeny tiny bit. And folding in the beaten egg white gently and putting just enough water. Also being careful not to smack the chiffon tin with the cooked chiffon cake inside on the table or it will sink like the Titanic. Phew....So, the cake i made was kind of dry due to insufficient water. Nevertheless, this does not stop the Chung family from devouring the cake &lt;s&gt;like how we devour everything else&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chiffon cake turned upside down to prevent shrinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look...a cake lampshade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010037.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fate of the cake by evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113915908613562278?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113915908613562278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113915908613562278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113915908613562278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113915908613562278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-fever-on-2nd-and-3rd-day-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113856142050516154</id><published>2006-01-30T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:07:38.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the fish nien gao with its skin ripped off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pure white nien gao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/lovefish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/lovefish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Fish kissing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday's CNY day dinner&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pig stomach and pepper soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clockwise fr L to R: Long beans with mushrooms, carrots and fish paste; Fried egg with long beans; CNY eve's leftover soup &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113856142050516154?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113856142050516154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113856142050516154&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113856142050516154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113856142050516154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-fish-nien-gao-with-its-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113847011859662842</id><published>2006-01-29T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:26:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On friday, i made the best ever batch of cookies. Certainly a great way to end my baking mania. These are pineapple tarts with the pineapple jam used being the leftover from tuesday's pineapple rolls. Look at it, it definitely tastes as good as it looks...i say, spread the lurrve.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/pinetart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/pinetart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pineapple tarts made with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what better way to cool down after slaving away than enjoy a nice tall glass of gruesome red liquid. Composition= beetroot+pear+banana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Red for a prosperous new year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I did make another batch of cookies in the evening but im not posting any pictures because i mogok against it. It turned out rather tasteless but all i did was follow the recipe. Hmmph!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***********************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday was kind of fun. We initially headed for the Kampung Simee Market but it was too crowded with no luck of finding a place to park. So we went to the Canning Garden Market instead. That place hasnt really changed much albeit a few missing trees, shops that have closed and the significant decrease in the number of market cats roaming around. I think its the first time i've been there in 2 years. Surprisingly this lady from one of the shops still remembers us because the 3 of us used to go there a lot when we were younger. My elder sis, me and my younger sis. Anyway, the lady particularly remembers my younger sis saying that the last time she saw her, she was botak but now has lots of hair. Man, that must be more than 10 years ago. Cant believe she actually remembers. Its hard to believe that we are in one way or another, a part of that market. Playing in the sun, witnessing chickens being slaughtered, buying slippers, watching big fat taugehs floating in a big black tub....Although we no longer go as often as we used to, we remain a memory in that lady's mind. I mean, i hardly know her. If i were to see her anywhere other than the market, i would never recognise her. Somehow, we made our presence felt. Being lil kids at that time...amazing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later we headed out to jusco, and this what we bought among others. Some of the stuff below were offered at half price. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copy%20of%20CNYgoodies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copy%20of%20CNYgoodies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cute fish is actually nien gao.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And this is yee sang from Han City. Cost a blistering RM 25. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copy%20of%20yeesang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copy%20of%20yeesang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Colourful yee sang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copy%20of%20lohhei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copy%20of%20lohhei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Loh hei for a good year ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our Reunion Dinner was very cincai but we had a menu, like in the restaurants. Adds a little class doesnt it? Our so-called reunion dinner should just be called union dinner because there were only four of us. Elder sis is in US. Xingling-chan, if you are reading this, feel free to feast with your eyes...ahahaha....:) Nevertheless, yesterday was one of those rare days where we ate together at the table &lt;s&gt;and as usual with atrocious table manners&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copy%20of%20menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copy%20of%20menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our menu on a piece of paper torn from an old exercise book. How classy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copy%20of%20reuniondishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copy%20of%20reuniondishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dishes we had for dinner.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copy%20of%20soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copy%20of%20soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sea cucumber, mushroom and kampung chicken soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113847011859662842?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113847011859662842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113847011859662842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113847011859662842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113847011859662842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-friday-i-made-best-ever-batch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113830852368486449</id><published>2006-01-27T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:23:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I present thee today's vegie-fruit sculpture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabbits love carrot. They go paw in paw. Now you can get 2 in 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On tuesday, i made this delightful thing called carrot nut burger. Of course it didnt really turn out as it was suppose to since i hadnt pointed out to my mother how i was to make peanut cookies if you cant grind em peanuts. And so we got the food processor yesterday. It would have saved me some kilojoules if we had acquired it earlier cos i was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;slaving away. What with all the pounding of the nuts, i was almost ready to substitute the pestle with my head. Anyway, the burger i made turned out rather hard, dry and flaky &lt;s&gt;like every thing else i make&lt;/s&gt;. Not at all like a burger should. Nevertheless it did sort of taste like one. Now that i've mentioned it, it smelt like&lt;em&gt; murtabak...&lt;/em&gt;I made around 8 pieces and saved 3 for this creation today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Carrot nut burger lazing on soft and cushy fried egg, with cheese to go on top and lovingly sprinkled with shreded cabbage, capsicum and black pepper. Yummy.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113830852368486449?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113830852368486449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113830852368486449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113830852368486449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113830852368486449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-present-thee-todays-vegie-fruit.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113825187735590213</id><published>2006-01-26T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:04:37.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time to give some credit to those that have been with me through thick and thin, big and small, high and low and errr...fat and skinny... Yes, it is now that i present the wonderful things in life that has allowed me to wreck havoc in the kitchen and though in the process i may have turn a lil' deaf, i would like to express my gratitude to these sleek and beautiful tools of wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/p1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/p1010018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The juicer that has given me much joy. My delicious carrot, apple and celery juice in the glass next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The new food processor i mentioned earlier. In the foreground is the new mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113825187735590213?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113825187735590213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113825187735590213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113825187735590213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113825187735590213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-time-to-give-some-credit-to-those.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113820858186443805</id><published>2006-01-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:37:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slaved away this morning making 2 diff batches of cookies. They were not for our consumption but for a certain lady from my father's school canteen. Because she gave my father a box of mandarin oranges, my father wanted to give something in return, and why not some of my potentially harmful cookies, nyahaha!! Surprisingly, they turned out okay. The melting moments was true to its name when i sampled it. Needless to say, i took no time basking in joy. But it was shortlived as my mother later broke my joy bubble by stating that it was kind of salty....Quite true i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/meltingmoments2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/meltingmoments2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Melting moments that melts in your mouth&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, when you're doing things, such as baking, you think a lot. More so if you're alone. So that was what i did. I pondered on this and that, trivial matters and worldly issues. And sometimes you break into a song in your head and somehow it just replays over and over again. I find that happening to me all the time. During exams, class, and obviously when baking. Sometimes you do it subconciously, sometimes you dont. But when you suddenly realise it, its kind of weird. To me, it was like, huh, why this song? And for the record, the song playing in my mind this morning was...Polly Put the Kettle On!! I went, "Polly put the kettle on(3x), nah nah nah nah, Sukie take it off again(3x), nah la nah la..." in my head. I didnt know the missing words and it was after a few replays when i was trying to recall it, that it dawned upon me how weird the whole thing was. Why that song? Isnt it a little out of date. Okay, make that very, because i should have left that song to the lil brats in kindyland. Maybe it was because i was baking and it was the only song related to kitchen work i know. And now i am thinking of the absurdity of boiling water as the subject of a song. Nevertheless, I think songs play in our head when our mind is on the verge of going totally blank. Since you can only achieve that in a state of vegetation or brain damage, of which i am sure i was not in, i guess songs in your head functions like a comercial break. Its possible that thinking too much is not good for your brain, and when you're doing it too often, like i was when baking, you subconciously take a "jangan pergi ke mana-mana, kembali selepas iklan ini" route before coming back to your serious ponderings on life....But i break into mind-songs a lot, does that mean i think too much?? Nah, its probably that im almost brain dead, wohooohooo!! Surely result of being out of school, unemployed and loving every minute of it....:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/cukies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/cukies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cookies to be given away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have a new toy!! A food processor!! Yay!! Only i can get so excited over such things...Anyway, it was for the peanut cookies. You need to grind em peanuts. So, below are the peanut cookies. It tastes a little weird and lacks any distinguishable peanut flavour. Must be the oil.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/peanut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Peanut cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113820858186443805?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113820858186443805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113820858186443805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113820858186443805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113820858186443805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-slaved-away-this-morning-making-2.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113811748167821687</id><published>2006-01-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:44:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's baking session was all about pineapple. Those lil' lumps you see below sapped off 70% of my remaining energy. Really took some new skills to make em. The piping bag kept tearing. But i prevailed and found another method to torture myself with. Anyway, the pineapple rolls turned out rather fine, not too bad i'd say. Another day, another success.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/pinecookies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/pinecookies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pineapple rolls. My cheeky sis made those kawaii rabbits at the back&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/yogurt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/yogurt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Rainbow yogurt: 4 diff colourful flavours of Anlene low-fat yogurt with delicately sliced bananas between each layer and topped lovingly with gently roasted almond nibs and sunflower seeds. Pretty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113811748167821687?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113811748167821687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113811748167821687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113811748167821687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113811748167821687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-baking-session-was-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113802792548665897</id><published>2006-01-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:58:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything i've been making has turned out rather disastrous. I seem to have lost my touch in the baking department. I'll never be able to find out really, the truth behind my seemingly diminishing skills. It used to be okay but now it just seems that everything i try to put together from scratch, namely cakes and cookies, to create something new is forming an alliance against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bad...really bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i guess as long as they're still edible, there's no harm in trying again and again..... So here are some pics of the cookies i made so far for CNY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cookies i made yesterday...the one on the right got the thumbs up from the tasters......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/london%20almonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/london%20almonds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Believe it or not, these array of cookies are actually from 1 recipe alone...someone just got creative. And the plate of cookies in the middle are the rosak ones. This proves that even cookies can turn monstrous...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113802792548665897?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113802792548665897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113802792548665897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113802792548665897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113802792548665897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/everything-ive-been-making-has-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113798085818336717</id><published>2006-01-23T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:47:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is already the 5th day of my 'fun-filled detox diet'...The 2nd day was the worst, felt really sapped of energy and had pounding headaches everytime i was up and walking. Surprisingly it would disappear once i hit the bed. Anyway, i've already succumbed to temptation twice. On the 2nd day and yesterday. BAKA!! But what was i to do, i was baking cookies for CNY. In all the splendid aroma and cookie glory, could i have resisted a bite? IIE!! To make up for it, i hit the treadmill at night for 40 minutes. My diet definitely has to be extended too. I just love making plans to punish myself...but actually carrying it out is another thing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113798085818336717?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113798085818336717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113798085818336717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113798085818336717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113798085818336717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-already-5th-day-of-my-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113781553237493127</id><published>2006-01-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:05:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday's vegie fruit sculpture was a bird. Now probably sitting at the dumpsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Big bird and little bird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart-shaped vegie-fruit sculpture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i made oreo muffins to appease my sister's ravenous soul. It turned out rather dry...probably because i substituted sumthing called dadih coklat( Is it chocolate yogurt??) with chocolate milk and didnt put in the amount required....sigh...I should stop my habit of altering recipes....tsk tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oreo muffins before being subjected to scorching heat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oreo muffins that have survived the torturous chamber, now puffed up with pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113781553237493127?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113781553237493127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113781553237493127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113781553237493127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113781553237493127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterdays-vegie-fruit-sculpture-was.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113768464136131034</id><published>2006-01-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:08:35.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As i am currently trying out the ever-famous detox diet, today i actually survived on juice...and juice alone. That means the fibres from my rojak of vegies and fruits are going to waste. And I dont like wasting without making a mess of it 1st. Thats why we should all make cute and fat tortoises....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tortoise made from carrot, broccoli, celery, apple, and capsicum mush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And naked snowmen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to my sis's deft hands, we can now all appreciate nature's hidden true beauty....in its pure form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/copyP1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/copyP1010008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piramid of muffins and a head 2 go on top....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/P1010002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar and oil-free muffins!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I spent my morning making these sugar and oil-free muffins. But it turned out rather chewy and hard.....cos i totally forgot about the baking powder...Anyhow, its still edible. I was thinking that every women should be equipped with at least 1 of these killer muffins. One smack and you're in lala-land. And when one 1 hungry, a nible or 2 should do the trick....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113768464136131034?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113768464136131034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113768464136131034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113768464136131034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113768464136131034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-i-am-currently-trying-out-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113756491887256054</id><published>2006-01-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:15:18.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/000665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/000665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im done with Kimi wa Petto. Its a really gr8 drama series though i have to admit i never thought it would be this nice. It keeps you entertained and the plot is so unique cos its about this journalist who stumbles upon a box. Thinking there might be an abandoned animal in it, she opens it only to find an unconcious and badly beaten up guy. So she takes him in, cleans him up and hopes that he will leave the next day while she was at work. Well, he didnt and insisted on staying. She allowed him to do so on 1 condition. That he becomes her petto and in return she will treat him like a pet, in that sense, cook for him, play with him, give him baths (ooo la la) etc. .. everything you should do for your pet dog.The rest of the story is very cute and with some very good insights and philosophy on why humans turn to their pets for comfort, and not a fellow human being, and why they cannot be themselves in front of others but let their hair down when with their pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really want to watch Wolf Rain now. Am going to get the vcd set soon. Its gonna cost me some blistering RM 45...painful really. My angpow packet better be thick this year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113756491887256054?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113756491887256054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113756491887256054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113756491887256054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113756491887256054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-done-with-kimi-wa-petto.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113720973298091947</id><published>2006-01-14T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:43:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/Picture%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/Picture%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Look what happened to the Christmas tree....its been CNYearfied!&lt;br /&gt;Guess its going to be a dogifying year! Wan!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/Picture%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a doggone tree!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought this was the most unique deco for CNY that no one would ever have thought of. However, feelings of self-satiscfaction were short-lived. A few days later, i discovered fr the papers that someone else had exactly the same idea. And if you are going to show off your tree, it might as well be a big 1 at that. Hmmph!!! Next to hers mine will look like a weed celebrating new year. You know what, maybe i will fill up those angpows with money...then no one can ever say this to me " You think money grow on tree ah??" cos i will be anwering like this" Of course not,but angpows do!" and proceed to laugh maniacally, do a jiggly dance to numa numa and then  for a shopping spreeeee....hee hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113720973298091947?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113720973298091947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113720973298091947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113720973298091947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113720973298091947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-what-happened-to-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113695548818319115</id><published>2006-01-11T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:48:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am currently very into japanese dramas. However this is not the case for korean ds though. Somehow i feel that jap ds are more versatile, funny and exciting to watch. It all started with the cheaply translated jap ds they showed on tv few years back. I never did watch a full series but rather, relied on the coincidence of catching them on tv. I still remember a few of them. Like GTO, Power Office Girls and Beach Boys. Fast forward a few years into the future, i was introduced to Antique and Love Revolution. BUT the true obsession began with Hana Yori Dango. I even stayed up until 4am one morning due to an unseen force that kept me inserting cd after cd into the laptop. After round 1, i went for round 2. Now im on a diet of Kimi wa Petto starring the lead from Hana Yori Dango, Jun Matsumoto!!! Thanks to YouTube for free downloads (yay!!no $$ taking flight), though it can be rather slothy at times but with motivation fr Matsujun and a gr8 plot, i persevere. &lt;div align="center"&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/guys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/guys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, i think its amusing how japs, kors and chins can look so similar yet so distinguishable. Look at the picture above. Surely you can guess the ethnicacy of each guy. Of course, these are famous people. Im aware that normal citizens DO NOT always look like this. Therefore, it is easier said than done if one claims to be able to distinguish japs fr chins and kors from japs, etc etc. I guess most have small eyes and not always beautifully thick eyebrows. In that sense, we all look quite similar. But one thing i do know is, chinese girls love thin eyebrows, they definitely do not leave their eyebrows bushy and untouched unlike most japs and kors. That is definitely something im sure off and it has allow me to distinguish easily the chinese girls from them jap and kor girls. As if i have nothing better to do, eh? Erm, yeah i really dont. My current mode: unemployed..and love-hating it. Anyway, those three guys above are my fav guys. Some yummy ppl i got there huh.....and good taste....hontoni!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113695548818319115?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113695548818319115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113695548818319115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113695548818319115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113695548818319115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-currently-very-into-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113682155859514323</id><published>2006-01-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:54:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im a libra and this is definitely the best horoscope reading for my star-sign that I've ever come across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/libra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/libra.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra&lt;/strong&gt; is a pair of scales - way out of balance. Theykeep trying to get it right, but they never do. They add a little more to this side, a little more to that,until they're so loaded up with stuff that they need to hold a yard sale. But of course they won't, andthey always want more. More love, more jewelry,more fun, more money, more beauty, more friends,blah blah blah.. Libra is ruled by Venus - goddessof tons of stuff and goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aries&lt;/strong&gt; is a sheep, I mean a Ram. Sheepishness isnot in Aries' nature (see Pisces). Butting-headedness is. Sheep say Baahhh. Rams sayBaaahhkkk OFF - and you'd better... those hornsinflict pain! Every Aries is pushy and knowseverything, and they always cut in line....stomp,stomp, trample, trample, get ahead, come in first -yep, just get out of the way, okay? Aries is ruledby Mars, god of "I Win, you Lose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taurus&lt;/strong&gt; is a cow, I mean a Bull. Cows give milk,bulls don't give you anything but flaming nostrilsand charging-headlong-into-you horns. They takewhatever they want, whenever they want it - yourfood, your favorite chair, your time, your energy,your money, your stuff - it's all theirs. They justgraze through life, eating everything in their paths.Selfish good for nothings! Taurus is ruled byVenus - goddess of stuff and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini &lt;/strong&gt;is a pair of twins, a schizophrenic whacko.Can't stick to one position for a minute, and theylie. Fickle, flighty and totally nuts. Don't go outwith a Gemini unless you want to go insane. Heloves me, he loves me not, she loves me, sheloves me not. You'll never know the real answer.Gemini is ruled by Mercury - god of mind-tripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer&lt;/strong&gt; is a crab. That's all there is to it. Bitch,moan, complain, rag, perpetual PMS - man orwoman. Once in a while, when the moon is justright, Cancer becomes a raving lunatic. That's theonly relief you'll get from their insufferable whining.Nothing is good enough, nobody helps enough,you're not eating enough, blah blah blah. There'sjust no way to please them. The only solution is toput 'em in a pot and boil em. Cancer is ruled byspooky sister Moon and the wild, merciless tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo &lt;/strong&gt;is a beast. Leos strut around like mister andmisses perfects - just like your cat. I mean look atyour cat - what is it good for? "Feed me, Look atmy hair, look at my hair, Don't I look perfect? Petme, adore me, play with me - now go away" - hiss,scratch. They don't do tricks, they won't do whatyou say, and they shed. That's about it. Leo isruled by the Sun - Mr. Shiny himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo&lt;/strong&gt; is a virgin. Virgin's are no fun. They're squeaky clean, too pure, and very picky. Nobodyand nothing is good enough for a Virgo. They stareat you with those penetrating eyes, making mentalnotes of all your weaknesses and imperfections.Then they pretend to be your friend and help you,snickering and laughing at you all the while. Don'ttrust them for a minute! Virgo is ruled by Mercury -god of hyper-analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpio &lt;/strong&gt;is a nasty, stinging scorpion, a venomous vermin, a sneaky, menacing creature of the dark.NEVER trust a Scorpio. Scorpios don't trust you,and they'll kill you in a heartbeat. If you treat them just right, they might make good pets - properly caged of course. Scorpio crawls about unseen,digging into your private thoughts and dreams and stealing them like a thief in the night. It's scary.Scorpio is ruled by Pluto - god of the atomic bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/strong&gt; is a cloddy, tromping, whinnying horse.Stay out of their way...most Sagittarians are the kind of horse with blinders on so they can't see oneither side and don't know what they've run into.And they always say exactly the wrong thing,like, "hey - you look so much older and fatter than last time I saw you", or "what's that thing on yourface?" It's not honesty, it's just plain cruel.Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter, the original Mr.Know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricorn&lt;/strong&gt; is a goat. A nasty, billy goat. The kindthat looks old and lecherous. They make their way up the mountain, sure, by any underhanded trickthey can conjure! And they have curling horns, justlike the devil! Capricorns will use you and abuseyou to get what they want. They don't care if they have to eat garbage, or if it takes an eternity to get there. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn - father time,the one with the scythe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquarius&lt;/strong&gt; is a wild, space-cadet water-boy (or girl).Aquarians are completely irresponsible. They have one rule - if it feels good, do it. Aquarians make intricate, ingenious plans, then break them without a second thought. They tell you one thing, then let some wild-haired idea take them off to timbuktu.Don't even try hanging onto an Aquarian, they'rewet, slippery, insane people. Aquarius is ruled by Uranus - god of lightning, electricity and bikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisces &lt;/strong&gt;is a fish. Well actually, two fish wimming in opposite directions - always lost.Pisces live in fear because they know that dangerous fish-eaters lurk everywhere.... Just look at how they dart around, confused and disoriented,Pisces can't stay on track for two seconds, and if you throw out some tasty bait - bang, the Piscesis is there in a second, ready to snag your hook.Easy pickins those Pisces (kinda like sheep).Pisces is ruled by Neptune - god of peace, loveand spaciness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can all blame the stars for messing up our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113682155859514323?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113682155859514323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113682155859514323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113682155859514323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113682155859514323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-libra-and-this-is-definitely-best.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113677487140359104</id><published>2006-01-09T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:01:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/1600/chirstmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/2082/320/chirstmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh look, Santa left his undies...and he didnt even have the decency to leave it under the tree...tsk tsk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113677487140359104?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113677487140359104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113677487140359104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113677487140359104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113677487140359104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-look-santa-left-his-undies.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20686334.post-113673883959365156</id><published>2006-01-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:32:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no im starting a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;I love-hate blogging.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that i took a 1 year break from it.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was more due to the fact that my life is mundane and totally monotonous. (and me resembling a sloth)&lt;br /&gt;So i resigned to the fact that i will never have a blog as famous as xiaxue,&lt;br /&gt;as funny and witty as kenny,&lt;br /&gt;or garner great publicity like many do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind all that, i just had to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;As i am currently on my post-STPM break and therefore unemployed, it would be best if i start using my brain again...or maybe START using my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely dont want my brain to degrade any further.&lt;br /&gt;So it was time i started doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, by blogging, i hope to achieve the following:&lt;br /&gt;- Keep my brain in good condition, or at least still be able to easily churn out a string of sentence to prove im not brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;- Be able to look back after my post-STPM break days are over and say that ive used my time wisely. (err....)&lt;br /&gt;- As i am not one of those who are blessed with the ability to voice their opinions and thoughts verbally without making a complete fool of themselves in the end, my blog will be place that will allow me to just express myself, crap and all.&lt;br /&gt;- Look back on previous posts and reminiscence what has been, and anticipate what will be.&lt;br /&gt;- Be able to claim that i am a blogger just because i have a blog and then feel superior towards those who dont. (evil me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats it...my first post for 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20686334-113673883959365156?l=eve1ine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/feeds/113673883959365156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20686334&amp;postID=113673883959365156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113673883959365156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20686334/posts/default/113673883959365156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve1ine.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-no-im-starting-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>eveline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427004659253773594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/92/86/5386829/2833495649889m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
