<?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-6496317263357132920</id><updated>2011-09-20T15:27:38.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence of Dittany</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3416777033402928226</id><published>2011-09-16T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:46:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Betrayal</title><content type='html'>I feel really bad for not blogging. &amp;nbsp;Blogging is probably one of the more productive things you can do on the internet, after all. &amp;nbsp;People these days just adore Facebook. &amp;nbsp;Pshhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent it's entertaining, what with stalking the way your 'friends' act when it comes to wanting attention. &amp;nbsp;But actually getting 'addicted', a very popular verb these days, is truly quite pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to Sydney for two and a half months! &lt;br /&gt;And the 12th of February next year is going to be a day of dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3416777033402928226?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3416777033402928226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3416777033402928226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3416777033402928226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3416777033402928226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-betrayal.html' title='Blog Betrayal'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3851286623668366687</id><published>2010-07-28T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:07:37.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Peak Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;For Christen Koh.  It's so long!  :(  I deleted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;These Are The Fables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Your Arms Around Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Processed Beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rebellion(Lies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Trying Your Luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shampoo Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My Sword Hand's Anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT SONG WILL YOU PLAY WHEN YOU SLEEP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Delicate Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN IT RAINS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Come Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T SLEEP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;One Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT IS YOUR AMBITION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Hussel (feat. Afrikan Boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT WILL YOU SAY TO YOUR NEWLYWED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHEN YOU FART YOU SAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHEN SOMEONE KICKS YOU; YOU SAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT IS THE NUMBER AFTER 50?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHEN YOU WERE BORN, WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT WILL YOU SING ON YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Brainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT WILL BE YOUR WEDDING MARCH SONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;My Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS CALL YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Everything In Its Right Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;YOU HATE IT WHEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Chimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;YOU LOVE IT WHEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I Just Dont Know What To Do With Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;YOUR NEXT BF/GF WILL SING THIS SONG TO YOU AS A CONFESSION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Seaweed Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;YOUR BEST FRIEND CONFESSES THAT HE/SHE LIKE YOU A LOT; YOU SAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN YOUR PET LICKS YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm The Man Who Loves You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHEN YOU SEE THE JONAS BROTHERS, YOU WILL SAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Trap Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;On Peak Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3851286623668366687?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3851286623668366687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3851286623668366687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3851286623668366687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3851286623668366687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-peak-hill.html' title='On Peak Hill'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4786435090623252687</id><published>2009-10-14T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:18:48.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GOT THE PLACES!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got the places for the MasterClass!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeee.  Some girls were already in Advanced so they were encouraged to go to Level 3.  So Grace and I GOT IT.  Yes!  Yesssssss! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this we thought we had the places already.  And then Aunty Wai Leng called on Monday to say it was full and Grace and I weren't on the list.  Then my mom and Grace's mom started calling the Singapore Dance Theatre people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they just called to say we got it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4786435090623252687?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4786435090623252687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4786435090623252687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4786435090623252687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4786435090623252687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-got-places.html' title='WE GOT THE PLACES!!!!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3380468805395123204</id><published>2009-10-09T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:30:11.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw two cats on the kitchen counter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3380468805395123204?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3380468805395123204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3380468805395123204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3380468805395123204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3380468805395123204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2827225401373632259</id><published>2009-10-08T17:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:51:51.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-da!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Singapore again! Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm auditioning for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royal-ballet-school.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;The Royal Ballet School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of only the Summer School partly because the full-time school for one year would cost the amount of my whole college education. So nope. I shall not be living in Surrey even if I DID get accepted into the school. Or maybe I should just go when I'm eighteen. OR. Get a scholarship from SOMEWHERE. Actually if you were a European citizen or something like that it would be really, really cheap. First of all, the exchange rate wouldn't be so high. Second, you can get a scholarship which pays for a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I might not even get into the summer school. Of course that's what I will think if I imagine the world is out to get me. Especially since I just turned down a safe entry to a Melbourne summer school held at Ormond College. So if I really DO NOT get The Royal Ballet School's, I shall have to settle for more Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to declare that this blog is back online because I am not sure if it is. I am not used to not having a month (September) on my archive. Not blogging feels a little weird. Especially since I dislike watching a blogs die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON THE LINK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2827225401373632259?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2827225401373632259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2827225401373632259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2827225401373632259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2827225401373632259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-da.html' title='Ta-da!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7322793794945069932</id><published>2009-10-08T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:07:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Ss2dteJ7zYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/d_BfQWxn2Ak/s1600-h/Ipanema+sand+premium.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390137733546757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Ss2dteJ7zYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/d_BfQWxn2Ak/s320/Ipanema+sand+premium.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6496317263357132920-7322793794945069932?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7322793794945069932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7322793794945069932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7322793794945069932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7322793794945069932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/mine.html' title='MINE'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Ss2dteJ7zYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/d_BfQWxn2Ak/s72-c/Ipanema+sand+premium.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6876101381893404751</id><published>2009-08-13T12:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:31:07.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamp Kaki Biru!</title><content type='html'>I think we did it out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;The other three people in the group kept giving each other significant looks. And going tsk tsk. Ah well. They didn't have any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298471883337890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUgy2ncKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HSA2Srxi2UI/s320/kamp+kaki+biru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Kamp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298484728758578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUhitNATI/AAAAAAAAAck/JETmO2N88Xo/s320/Jungle+Jym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUiW_vLxI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UZs8OCVIr3U/s1600-h/leech+infested+forest+and+uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298498765139730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUiW_vLxI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UZs8OCVIr3U/s320/leech+infested+forest+and+uniform.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUiGyiw9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Hny25RFmjpU/s1600-h/parade+ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298494414832594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUiGyiw9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Hny25RFmjpU/s320/parade+ground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Parade Ground. They follow the arrows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;For actually knowing what it is and captions, go to &lt;a href="http://hereforareason-createdforapurpose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6876101381893404751?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6876101381893404751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6876101381893404751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6876101381893404751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6876101381893404751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/08/kamp-kaki-biru.html' title='Kamp Kaki Biru!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SoOUgy2ncKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HSA2Srxi2UI/s72-c/kamp+kaki+biru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7415956072432197187</id><published>2009-08-11T14:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:43:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilf, Seagull and the Little Go-Go Bug</title><content type='html'>There was a dog called Wilf. He got caught by a witch which turned him into a fairy which was a tooth fairy. The witch put him in front of a fan, which was actually the real tooth fairy, which turned the dog /tooth fairy into an ice-cube. The real tooth fairy which was a fan touched Wilf and turned into a pig. Meanwhile, Wilf's real owner was looking for him in the crater of the moon. Then she found a little go-go bug, which was the real tooth fairy's cousin's friend's twice removed grand-daughter. The grand-daughter kept changing colours, and Wilf's owner saw a rainbow! Red, yellow, orange, green, blue, purple, indigo. Wilf's owner, whose real name was Wilfs Owner, got confused and started thinking she was a go-go bug. Then she tried to call the silver star's parents who were under the sea in a hermit-crab shell. Suddenly, the ocean turned into cotton candy. The seagull dipped down and took a fluff of the cotton candy. It immediately turned into a sea weed and fell into a cotton candy sea, which instantly turned the colour of the sea weed, which was actually the seagull. The sea was a chameleon! Now, back to Wilf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Created in English by Sarah and Jian Lin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7415956072432197187?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7415956072432197187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7415956072432197187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7415956072432197187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7415956072432197187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/08/wilf-seagull-and-little-go-go-bug.html' title='Wilf, Seagull and the Little Go-Go Bug'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3565554201268105516</id><published>2009-08-06T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:37:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Red</title><content type='html'>At LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A little more than a year to find the right pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few months to get the yarn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A whole year to finish one ball of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;Nine days to finish the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resulting in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FINISHING OF THE TAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's what it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366765836341710818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SnqVGAPZj-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/TnqwDa2Hh0E/s320/tam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wonder if it's a good thing. Because now, I &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to wear it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3565554201268105516?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3565554201268105516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3565554201268105516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3565554201268105516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3565554201268105516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/08/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing Red'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SnqVGAPZj-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/TnqwDa2Hh0E/s72-c/tam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1998679183275081026</id><published>2009-08-05T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:52:14.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand-cut Confetti</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to watch Land of the Lost, but the seats were rather horrid, so we watched The Proposal. Jo seemed as if she prefered to watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, just so obvious. Obvious, obvious, obvious. Sandra Bullock looks older though. I think she is. Somehow, they FIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us, Jian Eu, Jo and I rated it in the region of 6.5. Oh, in the movie, the house is so nice! It's a change that it isn't in the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1998679183275081026?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1998679183275081026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1998679183275081026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1998679183275081026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1998679183275081026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/08/hand-cut-confetti.html' title='Hand-cut Confetti'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2012969051858026935</id><published>2009-07-28T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:10:49.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to put a picture on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried searching Les Sylphides. Hahaha. I was thinking of putting FEET as my header. I didn't really find a nice picture with a nice feet formation, so I decided to dig in my picture folder again. I cropped a picture of a curtain tie-back. I didn't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to use this picture! It has appeared on my blog before. I posted it to show you what a hydrangea looks like for those of you who don't know what it is. I had just acquired the plant from a teacher and was all enthusiasm. I am NOT going to use a picture of my own plant (I don't even have a picture of it) as it looks like a bunch of leaves. It IS a bunch of leaves. Not very pretty. I wonder what colour the flowers will be, since I don't know what type of soil I used. THE SOIL DETERMINES THE COLOUR OF THE PETALS. Hopefully blue. Or purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;News&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah got a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I AM HUMOUR MASTER. I pity the girl who got GE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2012969051858026935?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2012969051858026935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2012969051858026935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2012969051858026935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2012969051858026935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/07/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1669870497899344258</id><published>2009-07-20T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:45:34.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching Harry Potter later! &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                  Wheeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's no English class!  If not, watching  Harry Potter wouldn't have been possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1669870497899344258?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1669870497899344258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1669870497899344258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1669870497899344258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1669870497899344258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-watching-harry-potter-later-wheeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3017608782005239895</id><published>2009-07-18T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:33:57.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of July</title><content type='html'>This is my first post for July! On the 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the Princess Diaries. My brother recommended it. It's nice! She's a fourteen year old, but it's not meant for tweens. The good thing is Mia doesn't end up with Moscovitz. I mean, it's obvious that the author means them to be together, but they're not "together". Okay. Anyway. My brother and I are going to make my dad read it. I wonder what my father he'll say once he's read much. He didn't really talk much when we asked him to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3017608782005239895?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3017608782005239895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3017608782005239895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3017608782005239895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3017608782005239895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-post-of-july.html' title='First Post of July'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4315072391137560941</id><published>2009-06-29T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:07:25.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angel painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traitor&lt;br /&gt;- Superbad&lt;br /&gt;- Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;- Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;- 2/3 Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.  I won the first game of Catan. &lt;br /&gt;We slept at seven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4315072391137560941?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4315072391137560941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4315072391137560941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4315072391137560941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4315072391137560941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/06/angel-painting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6307339771472487805</id><published>2009-06-16T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:47:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick on Thursday. Haha.  Exhaustion or something like it.  If you don't know that already -  everybody seems to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.  It was tiring.  Really, really tiring.  It's from 10 to six! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like doing a Day 1, Day 2 sort of thing.  But maybe I will.  I'm not sure.  I can't really tell you much anyway.  I wonder if I can get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took Ballet(you had to), Modern/Acrobatics, Ballet Repertoire, Song and Dance.  Ballet Repertoire is the most tiring.  We did Kitri's Variation from Don Quixote.  I think I broke one of the fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY BROTHER TO JOIN.  It'll be hilarious.  I dunno whether he'll land a special role.  Haha. Like some partner or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6307339771472487805?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6307339771472487805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6307339771472487805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6307339771472487805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6307339771472487805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-hello-i-fell-sick-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3392104866288435443</id><published>2009-06-06T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:31:03.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIES</title><content type='html'>The packing is half done!  Just the boring details left.  Soap, bla bla bla.  Those are usually what I forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a sleepover last night!  Sonia, Leila and I were on the swings, and I realised I hadn't played Crocodile for ages.  Really.  It used to be a weekly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;.  But that was a really long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis.  Hadn't played for a few weeks.  Went swimming.  Ended up singing.  Had to wear my brother's green T-shirt thing.  I forgot to bring a change to the club and I couldn't bear bathing and getting dirty again in less than a minute.  Or wearing a sweaty, stinky T-shirt.  So I changed.  IN A TENNIS SHED.  Tennis shed.  I actually thought it was a toilet, since there was a sink outside. Apparently, there aren't rats inside.  But I didn't ask about cockroaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back!  Arranged slices of French loaf creatively in a chinese bowl.  Then, we watched tennis.  After it got a little tiring, Sonia, Leila and I watched Angus - again.  I was watching it for the third time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Federer get into the finals.  Wee.  It ended with us watching Yes Man.  It's funny!  We ended up sleeping at four thirty.  I HAD to get up to go to an art class since I missed this week's and will be missing the coming lesson.  It was on Gouache paints.  Nothing different at all.  It's just like poster paints, just a little nicer.  When the teacher said use it just like poster paints, I got a little nervous.  I had been using it for the whole year last last year, but I didn't remember much.  Add a little water.  If you're running out of paint, drown it in more water.  I use that trick ovver and over again.  Though it doesn't really work, since the thing you're painting will just keep growing lighter and thinner gradually.  Exactly what happened to my purple cloud.  I missed watching a movie to paint a cloud, some sky, and part of a bird.  And I've been wanting to eat fries.  Ugh.  I missed out on that too.  FRIES.  Oh wait, I did have a few, but they were from Bubba Gump Shrimp Co..  I think that's the name.  My mom and dad went to that place last night.  I got the leftovers of some ribs. Ribs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Can You Keep A Secret!  I read it in a day!  I think that's a record.  Now I have to set my eyes on Lionboy, which I haven't touched for a few weeks.  I have one week to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off tomorrow!  That's really quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3392104866288435443?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3392104866288435443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3392104866288435443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3392104866288435443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3392104866288435443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/06/fries.html' title='FRIES'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2817482906003838279</id><published>2009-06-04T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:29:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Is Scary</title><content type='html'>Should I pack today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might still be lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nearly the whole of Saturday plus a little of Sunday to straighten things. Hope I don't forget anything like ballet stuff. That would be plain HORRIBLE. Argh. I have a phobia. For packing. Camps especially - since I can't buy anything there. I forget my toothbrush quite a lot. Like in YWC, where I replaced it with my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'm too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But packing really scares me. Like DRAINS. And JABS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least packing for sleepovers don't worry me. Though I have to admit, it's a little annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2817482906003838279?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2817482906003838279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2817482906003838279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2817482906003838279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2817482906003838279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/06/packing-is-scary.html' title='Packing Is Scary'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2740520006747768814</id><published>2009-06-02T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:28:34.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumeeee</title><content type='html'>I went for the ballet competition by The Dance Society of Malaysia!  To watch.  I DIDN'T compete.  But maybe next year.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I enjoyed the costumes best.  They were nice!  Especially when they had they're choice variation.  Somebody danced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;.  There was this boy - he nearly had an overhang.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;.  But he got a consolation prize.  Zzz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so long!  1 pm to 7:35 pm.  But I didn't get bored much.  I'm not sure about my mom.  Then we had dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tosaya&lt;/span&gt;!  I got so full.  I somehow always take chicken and rice at a Japanese shop.  Oh wait, except for the time at Sushi Groove.  Where I had this beef thing with rice.  Wasn't that great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relay for Life!  I'm not going to write MUCH, but maybe a little.  I came back with sore legs and arms.  I don't have a clue about why my arm hurt.  My legs were/are (the pain is fading) because we played tag on the blue foam thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had more Milo this year, but somehow the Milo seemed thinner.  I didn't eat a burger at all.  I didn't even eat.  Extremely weird.  I only had a few bites from Sonia.  And the mushroom soup and bread which everyone was eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I got a blister!  I had to borrow Sonia's slippers, which are so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cushionier&lt;/span&gt; than the One Life ones I'm wearing.  I had one from skating the day before, but it doesn't hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable part was lying down on the fake grass in the football field where the national team trains.  It was really nice.  All I could see was the sky.  Dotted with a few stars.  Memorable.  Yes, very.  Though the black stuff stuck to my thighs.  And we were talking about some stuff.  More on &lt;a href="http://pottergirl-sonia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonia's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.  It was really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!  I think that's all.  We played poison ball.  I can't jump high - a horrible problem.  But I can jump rather far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've restarted work on the tam.  Yesss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaving for Singapore on Sunday!  WEE.  There was this special prize for the ballet competition to go for a summer school in Melbourne for a whole week.  Airfare and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accommodation&lt;/span&gt; paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2740520006747768814?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2740520006747768814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2740520006747768814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2740520006747768814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2740520006747768814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/06/costumeeee.html' title='Costumeeee'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8911408530431430421</id><published>2009-05-29T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:47:39.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wear a D anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to write it down, but I haven't for the past few days.  I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wear a D, I still do, for my pointe shoes.  But for the soft ones it's a C!  Weee.  I was wondering why it seemed to much narrower.  Then I checked and discovered it was a C! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog is really plain.  But I like it a little.  Maybe not so little.  I've stayed contented for the past week, I think?  I don't want something else, but I'm thinking of putting a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  This is the seventh post of May.  My goal is seven posts.  I didn't think I'd manage to get on the comp tomorrow of Sunday, since I'd probably sleep then.  After the relay.  But I might not afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8911408530431430421?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8911408530431430421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8911408530431430421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8911408530431430421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8911408530431430421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-wear-d-anymore-ive-been-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4059217867914133444</id><published>2009-05-29T18:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:29:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeee</title><content type='html'>The Relay for Life is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia says to meet and sit and 6pm.  At the place.  Though  I have to go to a river first.&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Beatrix celebrated her birthday!  It wasn't a party, that's why I say celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, after lunch, Joanna and I went nuts.  We said I Hi to people around Sunway Pyramid - like the last trip.  The moms left us to look at some shoes in Jusco, so we were free to do anything we liked!  Just that we had to keep in a group and not stray too far away from the spot.  We kept on saying hi.  Then it became kind of dull.  So Joanna and I decided to speak in another language!  The first one was sort of a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to say konichiwa (I'm not sure how to spell it), but I ended up blurting out something like kochikiwa.  So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was more of a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna:  Konichiwa!&lt;br /&gt;Jian Lin: Konichiwa!&lt;br /&gt;Person:  *stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person looked like a T-rex with slit eyes.  The hands were just like a dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Lin:  We said hello.&lt;br /&gt;Person:  *stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was HILARIOUSSS.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Joanna to say Bonjour and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and I:  Bonjour!  (Hello)&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and I:  Merci et vous? (Please, what about you)  I dunno why I chose that actually.  Doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Jian Lin:  Parlez vous francais? (do you speak french)&lt;br /&gt;Person:  Sorry, don't understand.  What are you speaking?&lt;br /&gt;Jian Lin:  Nous sommes parler francais! (We are speak French)  Which is a rotten sentence.  But it sounds good.  And I wasn't thinking really straight.&lt;br /&gt;Person:  Are you guys really French?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, both of us just said "Au revoir!" and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna said Hi to a couple, and they just walked around her.  Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed Humour Master at JPS.  It's a horrible job.  I can't rehearse jokes and make people laugh!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4059217867914133444?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4059217867914133444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4059217867914133444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4059217867914133444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4059217867914133444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeeeee.html' title='weeeeee'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4711541629632879218</id><published>2009-05-25T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:32:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Relay for Life is on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Eu and I haven't really sent in the forms.  We haven't even filled them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether I'll last.  But I probably will.  Nobody tries to sleep at the Relay for Life!  But I have to go for a trip to a river - water makes you tired.  Especially rivers.  With the current and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I want to go early.  At six.  Since then's when the cancer patients make their rounds.  I think.  Though my brother wants to stay back for something and follow a friend.  He'll probably go to sleep in the middle, being out the whole day.  We've always gone at around eight, right after ballet.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pigging out on sugar biscuits and milo.  Last night I had this dream of this Chinese dance teacher tsking because I was drinking coke.  I'm not sure what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4711541629632879218?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4711541629632879218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4711541629632879218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4711541629632879218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4711541629632879218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/relay-for-life-is-on-saturday-come-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-5116389291217119425</id><published>2009-05-20T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:49:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a Summer School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there's still loads to sort out. But for now, I (really think) I'm going for the Summer School!!!!! Though my mom says it's going to cost a thousand two, and where are we going to stay? What are we going to do with the dog? Especially when I found a whole batch of mites on her stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we were looking at this CSTD thing, then my mom called the woman who was behind this Summer School I'm going for and she sounded "nice".  And young and idealistic.  Plus, this one's the whole day!  I'm gonna come back like a dead dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to patch up my rotty shoe.  The sole is peeling off.  Before I know it, the whole thing is going to rip - just like the last one, but that was because I stepped on water that dripped from the air-cond.  Haha.  I remember my last pair.  It just went CRACKKKK, and my toe jutted out.  My mother says I should PAY for my new ones.  I dunno whether she means plus the ribbons.  That's an additional Rm15.  I don't remember how to attach the ribbons.  My pointes came with the ribbons already.  And a leather piece for extra hardy-ness!  Though my mom still had to pay for the ribbons.  Im talking about ballet shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S IN ENGLAND&lt;/strong&gt;! (I wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my post count is slowly climbing.  Yesss.  And my posts are getting longer - again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-5116389291217119425?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5116389291217119425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=5116389291217119425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5116389291217119425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5116389291217119425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/weee-im-going-for-summer-school-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8921334421302740073</id><published>2009-05-18T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:33:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched Star Trek.&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/6496317263357132920-8921334421302740073?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8921334421302740073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8921334421302740073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8921334421302740073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8921334421302740073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-watched-star-trek.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7822282543869582032</id><published>2009-05-16T14:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:24:23.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutus!</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see, I haven't blogged for uhh... 12 days. That really isn't that bad, is it? Anyway, I watched Men In Tutus yesterday, it's AWESOME(possum). Especially the dying swan. Hehehe. We were supposed to watch it yesterday, but my mom got herself I dunno where, so by the time we reached home it was halfway through the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that yesterday, but I had to go for lunch. After that, I somehow couldn't get my hands on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I really wanted to tell you is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I WAS ON STAGE AT KLPAC WITH LES BALLETS GRANDIVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really need to read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it wasn't as grand as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to a class BY them, rather than a class WITH them. Grace and I were the only kiddos there. ARGHHH. Do you know how scary that is? When we first entered, the woman asked us to "make ourselves comfortable on the barre". Okay. BARRE. Just that the barre was nearly reaching my shoulder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read about them in the papers? I think it was yesterday. Then Victor Trevino told us where to use the barre! But I didn't know then that he was going to play the dying swan. And that he was the founder of Les Ballets Grandiva. Jian Eu says the class was for me like for him training with the young Manchester United team. But it's even better. Since people around the world don't really know the names of the young Manchester United team. At least I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dance en pointe. And they're males. Males don't dance en pointe. Usually. The swans were great. Oh, if you haven't guessed, they play ballerinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336674090479762338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Sg-sz3UTu6I/AAAAAAAAAac/mVNjCdyI1_o/s320/p_mentutus_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7822282543869582032?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7822282543869582032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7822282543869582032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7822282543869582032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7822282543869582032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-lets-see-i-havent-blogged-for-uhh.html' title='Tutus!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Sg-sz3UTu6I/AAAAAAAAAac/mVNjCdyI1_o/s72-c/p_mentutus_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6002314703830847791</id><published>2009-05-04T17:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:13:56.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Wolverine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, in Taiping. Taiping Sentral is so bustly, everybody wants to get in front of you. I don't like it. The parking place is so jammed. But at least now Taiping has a cinema. And the cinema is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is nice. I won't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gross. Deadpool* is gross. He doesn't even have a mind of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I met this auntie who was the mother in law of Edmundser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6002314703830847791?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6002314703830847791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6002314703830847791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6002314703830847791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6002314703830847791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-watched-wolverine-whats-more-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1747137917878811939</id><published>2009-04-28T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:51:54.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post!</title><content type='html'>WEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a math test today!  Okay, I didn't get the BEST results, but I got, maybeee 2nd or third?  32/40 = 80%. The questions were easy, just that I'm such a slow poke.   So I skipped a  few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got a mini strawberry chupa chup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1747137917878811939?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1747137917878811939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1747137917878811939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1747137917878811939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1747137917878811939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th-post.html' title='100th Post!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-824853144638049834</id><published>2009-04-27T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:51:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SfWACBvyBbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1Y_VHOEHiow/s1600-h/edibles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SfWACBvyBbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1Y_VHOEHiow/s320/edibles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329306506379789746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw edible flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder whether you might feel like a cow eating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-824853144638049834?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/824853144638049834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=824853144638049834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/824853144638049834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/824853144638049834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/04/looks-pretty.html' title='Looks Pretty'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SfWACBvyBbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1Y_VHOEHiow/s72-c/edibles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6902155766469428391</id><published>2009-04-18T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:01:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>We have loads of chocolate.  And a thinning pack of nougat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my aunt gave the nougat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as a treat in Ipoh, my mom got rice crispies!  But somebody ate it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got a great hamper!  From Marks and Spencer!  In it were two blocks of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my mom's friend came back from America and gave us Trader Joe's Concerto Batons, a thin white packet of dark chocolate, more dark chocolate, and Reese's peanut butter easter eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody gave a block of German chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6902155766469428391?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6902155766469428391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6902155766469428391' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6902155766469428391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6902155766469428391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-5171506858795625471</id><published>2009-04-16T14:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:46:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweelit</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird, too "intense".  There aren't any funny bits.  Edward doesn't seem like he can relate to humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said that she and her friend laughed all the way through because it was horrible.  Another said it's not good, too demonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.  I guess I wouldn't call it HORRIBLE.  I think it's just weird.  But quite bad.  It's certainly not the worst movie I've watched.  The worst would be Epic Movie, or one of those "movies".  And, I like Alice and Jasper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actress sort of fits Isabella, but Edward is horrible.  The worst scenes were at Biology class.  They just staaaare at each other, and with a weird look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-5171506858795625471?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5171506858795625471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=5171506858795625471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5171506858795625471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5171506858795625471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/04/tweelit.html' title='tweelit'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7461951084522875661</id><published>2009-04-02T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:54:58.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come back from Ipoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of things happened.  One thing, I conquered my fear of jumping over a drain!  Hahahaha.  I hate drains.  I attended my uncle's funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hydrangeas nearly died from swimming in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I missed last year's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cat Show&lt;/span&gt;.  zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first French class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.  I heard that Coldplay came to Singapore but not Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Eu was saying to go to Archuleta* 's concert and throw tomatoes.  Boiled ones.  Half kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7461951084522875661?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7461951084522875661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7461951084522875661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7461951084522875661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7461951084522875661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-come-back-from-ipoh-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8951905236417272313</id><published>2009-03-23T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:43:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niuuuuu</title><content type='html'>My post count is going down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a poem to longify.  By two hours time.  I don't have any ideas.  From pink clouds the teacher asked me to write about cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have to ACT out some poem.  We've changed the characters around three times already.  We just decided on a new idea last week.  And by the time we wanted to get the actions, times up.&lt;br /&gt;But the good parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Jo's birthday.  Only at night my mom and I decided to make a cake.  So we tried a half-new recipe.  A recipe which my mom has done before, a long time ago.  And so we made it.  It was too thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cake was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that really isn't a good thing.  But there is a really good thing.  Jo's cat got lost, but came back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I baked an apple cake.  The next day, I baked grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; I Got A Hydrangea Plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Scdm0OkKlYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8knEKFmwSFU/s1600-h/hydrangea%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Scdm0OkKlYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8knEKFmwSFU/s320/hydrangea%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316330932583175554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are just shrubs, so don't expect anything great - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8951905236417272313?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8951905236417272313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8951905236417272313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8951905236417272313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8951905236417272313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/niuuuuu.html' title='Niuuuuu'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/Scdm0OkKlYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8knEKFmwSFU/s72-c/hydrangea%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-5988809034819450626</id><published>2009-03-13T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:03:28.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Vostro/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I watched Marley and Me.  It's okayyyy.  But I love the houses.  Especially the third one.  The&lt;br /&gt;plot is rather normal, they get married, get Marley, get kids, fight, get back together,&lt;br /&gt;then Marley dies.   It's still  entertaining  though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while going to Video Ezy at night, my dog ran into me.  After that my brother got the Tropic Thunder poster!  Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my brother's birthday!  My present was my cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SboEnn2jEBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZABi2zJphtE/s1600-h/tropic-thunder-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-5988809034819450626?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5988809034819450626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=5988809034819450626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5988809034819450626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5988809034819450626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog.html' title='Dog'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6236990983663793145</id><published>2009-03-10T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:20:30.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Hot Fuzz again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just as great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6236990983663793145?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6236990983663793145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6236990983663793145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6236990983663793145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6236990983663793145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7284573817034435068</id><published>2009-03-05T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:53:53.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Out!</title><content type='html'>Watchmen is out!  It think so.  It says so in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really fast.  I remember saying that can't wait for all the movies I wan't to watch to come out!  Benjamin Button, Changeling, Watchmen.  I've watched two af the already - Benjamin Button, Changeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, today, at Sunway Pyramid I saw this Changeling hat.  Meaning the type the woman wears in the movie.  Exactly the same colour just that the flower wasn't there, instead a velvet ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...  My brother's birthday is coming out!  Uh, next week I think.  So let's see, I think I should get him a tam, or some hat thing. Fedora.  The day before, I think Jo is getting out of the NS.  She thinks it's fun!  Wee...  I have some hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7284573817034435068?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7284573817034435068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7284573817034435068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7284573817034435068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7284573817034435068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-out.html' title='It&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4211682380219486214</id><published>2009-03-03T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:05:23.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake Fit</title><content type='html'>Weee!  I'm baking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom claims I'm making her fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the latest one I did an hour ago is vanilla, jam in the middle and sliced almonds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4211682380219486214?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4211682380219486214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4211682380219486214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4211682380219486214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4211682380219486214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/bake-fit.html' title='Bake Fit'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7773687914842174998</id><published>2009-02-24T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:15:56.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I watched the red carpet.  It's actually quite boring if you watch it without doing something else so I read something.  But the worst thing was, while half watching it, I thought I was actually waiting to see the oscars.  And, I thought it was live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really dumb because it was 9 am in the morning and the sky there looked like four in the afternoon.  Ugh.  Then I started switching to other channels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out they only played it on Star Movies.  So next year's plan is to get the movie package for one month and after the oscars cancel it.  Sixty dollars just to watch a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button on Sunday!  I like Daisy.  Especially when she's wearing tams.  I know it sounds weird, but one of my favourite parts of the movie was when they were showing pictures of her career.  Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7773687914842174998?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7773687914842174998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7773687914842174998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7773687914842174998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7773687914842174998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-i-watched-red-carpet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-847886557378293055</id><published>2009-02-20T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:42:48.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crafty Attitude</title><content type='html'>I have a bad attitude towards crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought four pieces of expensive scrapbooking paper and I haven't used one since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on a scarf and made myself promise that I would steadily work on it.  Now, it's sitting on a table in a bag untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tam!  You can't really blame me on that one.  I lost the needle!  Though I can't wait to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have loads of craft stuff.  I'll keep jumping from one thing to another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yarn is so beautiful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SZ6y2hwF3bI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nLlkbpAUJBs/s1600-h/a+different+shade+of+purple-green%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SZ6y2hwF3bI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nLlkbpAUJBs/s200/a+different+shade+of+purple-green%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874060931784114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Study closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SZ6y25usBfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hEIKPZVd81I/s1600-h/yarni+gras%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SZ6y25usBfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hEIKPZVd81I/s200/yarni+gras%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874067368347122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tam!  I love it.  But I have to buy a whole set of four needles just to get one.  Knitting needles aren't cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-847886557378293055?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/847886557378293055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=847886557378293055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/847886557378293055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/847886557378293055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-crafty-attitude.html' title='My Crafty Attitude'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SZ6y2hwF3bI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nLlkbpAUJBs/s72-c/a+different+shade+of+purple-green%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3364324772830988376</id><published>2009-02-06T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:26:21.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Gone</title><content type='html'>Another lip balm spoiled.  This time because of the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left it on the table while I went out and then when I come home my mom spots it on the rug.  It's punctured everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll use it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste.  Do I have to keep destroying my lip balms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems with my link list are starting to appear.  I don't remember which ones I've clicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3364324772830988376?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3364324772830988376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3364324772830988376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3364324772830988376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3364324772830988376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-one-gone.html' title='Another One Gone'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1121011006748440755</id><published>2009-02-01T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:51:28.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Alright</title><content type='html'>Something about my new look. The new link list is great! Because I didn't make read links a different colour, I don't feel the need or urge to click on every link to get the same colour! WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Taiping week. It was.. uh.. Alright I guess. The amount of ang pows collected is around the middle. Not too much, not too little. Played a lot of Wii. Now I can play Float On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I finished the straw dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The straw dog. A long time ago when my grandmother came she did the head of a dog. Then, she asked me to bring it back. Then my cousin, my grandmother and I finished it. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo went to boarding. That was a good move. She came back really calm though. Good for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post seems really dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I watch V for Vendetta I understand more of it. The first time I watched it I barely scraped the storyline. The second time I understood what was actually happening. The third time I got the part about fire and water. The fourth, I realised the 1984 Big Brother type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something yesterday. The girls in my ballet class actually practice at home. Ahhh. The teacher said she could see the difference this week and last week. Our stomachs aren't strong. She can see the chinese cookies swirling inside. Hahaha. Then she asked whether there should be class on next next week. One girl said it was Valentines. Then the teacher asked whether it affected us. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one part of the dance I got a mental block. I just stopped in the middle and said,"Eh, what's the next thing hah?" Then the teacher had to do her arms in the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Tenji on Valentines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1121011006748440755?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1121011006748440755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1121011006748440755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1121011006748440755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1121011006748440755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-alright.html' title='It Was Alright'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4338987994823484927</id><published>2009-02-01T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:15:01.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEDERER LOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start when Nadal broke him I got nervous. I started doing my nails. Then I realised I should just watch it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4338987994823484927?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4338987994823484927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4338987994823484927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4338987994823484927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4338987994823484927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4354326187342229383</id><published>2009-01-24T16:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:21:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, Red, Red</title><content type='html'>It's Chinese New Year! Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow! Actually my mom and dad were thinking of leaving today, but my mom said it would be tiring and my dad can't sleep in Taiping. Around three the family is going to Ipoh for the reunion dinner. I just remebered, we're going to stay the night and go back to Taiping at around 10 am for the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had ballet in the morning so we couldn't leave today. After that there was a new primary class. The parents looked more excited than the daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will leave at six in the morning (hopefully) and then pick my aunt and two cousins. We're going to squash and cram and be stuffed into the back seat. For THREE HOURS. Haha. Five at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo is going to boarding! The other time when we went to Maxwell Hill she went to the same place and when she came back she kept on pooping and peeing and drinking water. Oh well. After all, she's a DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom is bent on making the house red. Since "We are Chinese". She made me hang up Ang Pows on the dead and dusty pussy willow. Then she put up this stringy chinese thing. We have nice Ikea lanterns. But it doesn't seem as if she wants to hang &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get monies. Loads and loads of monies. And, hopefully I be dumb and lose around $70. That's a lot. Comparing to how much I collect from Chinese New Year. Maybe around 30 percent. Must go visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog got a new look for the new year! I think I'll stay with this one. Too much changing isn't great. Fickle me. This will be the last time I'll use the internet for January. January 2009 has the third most posts of all the months since the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great ending. Long post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4354326187342229383?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4354326187342229383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4354326187342229383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4354326187342229383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4354326187342229383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-red-red.html' title='Red, Red, Red'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6596366579167925086</id><published>2009-01-18T19:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:41:52.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGES.  AGEs.  AGes.  Ages.</title><content type='html'>I haven't cycled for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; AGES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So... I sort of half-crashed. Twice? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the second time was near a really deep drain. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo... I'm back! I'm going back to Taiping again in a week. I might just miss the Australian Open final! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bingo is going to be a problem. It all started when she bit my cousin for the love of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, she's known as some evil dog you don't let your child go near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... Bingo needs to learn to relax. She keeps on whining when she's all alone in a room and loads of people are outside. Or she keeps on barking when there's food. Though this only happens when there are more than ten people. Then there is the white fluffy dog so they get all leashed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boarding is expensive. But it's a stress saver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeee! Chinese New Year is coming. Though I somehow think it'll be boring.&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/6496317263357132920-6596366579167925086?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6596366579167925086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6596366579167925086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6596366579167925086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6596366579167925086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahaha.html' title='AGES.  AGEs.  AGes.  Ages.'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8666360136603580046</id><published>2009-01-16T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:44:08.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle-a-ton To Burn Of The Cookies</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Taiping! In... I think less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going there because my mom is raising funds for &lt;a href="http://cherishtmgs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her old school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The whole thing is about riding your bicycle from the lake gardens to her falling school. It's tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back on Sunday. And then we're going to go back to Taiping in less than a week for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cookies! Half of the batch is gone already. It's supposed to be chocolate chip cookies but my mom bought raisins. So. The cookies aren't like mom's. They're really puffy and are scone-like. It's not my fault! But it's still alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I made it with the new convection oven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8666360136603580046?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8666360136603580046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8666360136603580046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8666360136603580046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8666360136603580046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycle-ton-to-burn-of-cookies.html' title='Cycle-a-ton To Burn Of The Cookies'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3163048628854294036</id><published>2009-01-14T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:23:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forget!</title><content type='html'>Fourteen days ago, I left my bottle at a house after a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago, Elliot forgot to bring the bottle to the homeschool meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours ago, Elliot brought the bottle to EYAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours ago, I forgot to take it back and left it at the EYAA place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow, Sonia will bring it to CAD.  I hope so.  Maybe I'll forget to bring it home - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget a lot of things.  Sonia and Ron remember when I cried because somebody hit me with a racket.   I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3163048628854294036?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3163048628854294036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3163048628854294036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3163048628854294036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3163048628854294036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/fourteen-days-ago-i-left-my-bottle-at.html' title='I Forget!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6566275659538644935</id><published>2009-01-12T20:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:23:25.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow I Will Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SWs1tfmSdrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ef9EWfSvZuE/s1600-h/white+BEANS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381242969257650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SWs1tfmSdrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ef9EWfSvZuE/s200/white+BEANS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tommorrow I'm following my brother to school! No. Hahaha. I'm not going to school. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for my dear math class. It'll be the same scenery as last week. Loads of people packed under a green roof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to recheck my work. Because... There were two and forty questions and I did them all in one go last week. So I'll find some time to do it before I sleep. But I don't use the calculator. So everything's really mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I should just leave it be and see what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I should be at the English class. But I'm not. Read about it on &lt;a href="http://everythingisconnectedseemstobe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Daryl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like beans.&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/6496317263357132920-6566275659538644935?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6566275659538644935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6566275659538644935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6566275659538644935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6566275659538644935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-i-will-go.html' title='Follow I Will Go'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SWs1tfmSdrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ef9EWfSvZuE/s72-c/white+BEANS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-5907183486703546720</id><published>2009-01-11T16:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:18:44.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feffy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Mont Kiara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Feffy's Kids Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;was spotted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Ron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenji is packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-5907183486703546720?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5907183486703546720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=5907183486703546720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5907183486703546720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5907183486703546720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/feffys.html' title='Feffy&apos;s'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-924702442263609708</id><published>2009-01-07T16:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:20:31.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes.  Classes!</title><content type='html'>School (homeschool) has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny summary of classes. The good thing is, I only have around five classes. I'm not sure about the sixth one. I think I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English. Place. I realised it was a HOUSE. I thought it be the one in USJ 9. It ended up far far away in Sunway. What we actually do is alright. Only Sarah (Chin), Daryl and I went this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Math. It's at the Ace school my brother is going to. Everything is really really quite inside - except for the next door chinese class. Then, teacher Melinda ended up giving me a MALAYSIAN math book. Dull. Dull. Dull. Everything is grey. Now my mom and I are checking other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No ballet last week! Phew. The teacher is horrid. I'm hoping I can skip this week. There's the Homeschool Meet Up or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Voice training. Quite a lot of people turned up. I can't believe how the other parents and children sang so high. I was getting rather scared. Then it got really difficult not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. CAD. I'm waiting for the third semester to end. Jian Eu has gotten himself out of it by going to school. It's really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Art class. It gets tiresome. And boring. So I'll experience the first class of the year and see how it goes. Either way, I still have to go for classes at least one more month until I can stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next French will be added. This year maybe I'll go for dressmaking. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-924702442263609708?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/924702442263609708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=924702442263609708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/924702442263609708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/924702442263609708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-homeschool-has-started.html' title='Classes.  Classes!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8224693138259363666</id><published>2009-01-05T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:31:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jian Eu is now an official &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;schoolboy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&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/6496317263357132920-8224693138259363666?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8224693138259363666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8224693138259363666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8224693138259363666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8224693138259363666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-brother-is-now-official-schoolboy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-93254430008964293</id><published>2009-01-01T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:22:17.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaa</title><content type='html'>This is the first post and first day of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to borrow The Shining from Video Ezy and watch it again!  Just that I have to wait for my mom to come home since she wants to watch it too.  Last night my brother talked about reading in wikipedia that the hotel actually Shines.  And I want to see what the guy in the bear suit was actually DOING.  I think it was something disturbing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day my mom and dad married eighteen years ago.  And they got a microwave/mini oven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-93254430008964293?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/93254430008964293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=93254430008964293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/93254430008964293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/93254430008964293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/baaaa.html' title='Baaaa'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7166629371432732903</id><published>2008-12-31T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:43:14.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee 2008</title><content type='html'>If you haven't realised, today's the last day of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think Yay! A new year is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others think Oh nooo, there won't be another 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bathed Bingo.  She's supposed to be clean.  Because she smelled.  And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At around this time exactly one year ago we were out somewhere looking for Bingo just because she had to get herself lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7166629371432732903?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7166629371432732903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7166629371432732903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7166629371432732903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7166629371432732903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/weee-2008.html' title='Weee 2008'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8143727799577453397</id><published>2008-12-30T19:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:28:54.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;REDRUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Red Rum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Haha. Hahahaha.  Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8143727799577453397?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8143727799577453397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8143727799577453397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8143727799577453397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8143727799577453397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7127850044182414202</id><published>2008-12-27T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:06:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gootbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SVXh4umtvmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-UkPWMZp3Z4/s1600-h/picture+two+-+Copy+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284378102488481378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SVXh4umtvmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-UkPWMZp3Z4/s200/picture+two+-+Copy+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo's of to NS for another three months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's coming back on the 11th of March 09. The day before my brother's birthday! How sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7127850044182414202?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7127850044182414202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7127850044182414202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7127850044182414202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7127850044182414202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/gootbye.html' title='Gootbye'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SVXh4umtvmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-UkPWMZp3Z4/s72-c/picture+two+-+Copy+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8273415755482645612</id><published>2008-12-27T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:54:38.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Controls</title><content type='html'>Yes, it really does. Anyway, I've decided to write a tiresome list of what I got. Meaning EVERYTHING!  That I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The greatest, greatest Nike bottle! - Jian Eu &amp;amp; Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6 Versa colour/craft stampads - Misa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms blue nail polish - Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;An Ikea lineless with line sheet journal - Chin Ee and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A photo frame - Jean and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mini Toblerone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kangaroo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Phone case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Felt heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Freddo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Candy cane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Wow, that's quite little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8273415755482645612?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8273415755482645612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8273415755482645612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8273415755482645612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8273415755482645612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom-controls.html' title='Boredom Controls'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-389437324082455507</id><published>2008-12-25T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:35:54.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's christmas - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dull because the christmas tree didn't have lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-389437324082455507?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/389437324082455507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=389437324082455507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/389437324082455507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/389437324082455507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3407233537975540399</id><published>2008-12-25T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:11:43.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 4 Friends *Hint* You should alternate between genders *Hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sonia&lt;br /&gt;2. Ethan&lt;br /&gt;3. Liesl&lt;br /&gt;4. Jian Eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you date 1? Ahahaha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Has 2 helped you in anyway? I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you close to 3? Nooooope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is 4 in a relationship? HA. HA. HA. He's too sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can 1 solve a puzzle that you can't? Yes, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you and 2 have in common? Blackish spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do both you and 3 do the same of anything? Crafts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would 4 date 1? That would be hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would 1 date 2? More hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is there anything you don't have in common with 2? Yes, loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Does both you and 3 live near each other? Quite near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you throw 4 out a window? Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Jian Eu, Sonia, Ron, Ethan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3407233537975540399?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3407233537975540399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3407233537975540399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3407233537975540399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3407233537975540399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-joshua-choose-4-friends-hint.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1929372004029548018</id><published>2008-12-24T17:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:40:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Watched Angus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SVICGKZuWBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XGUr5g6iqDs/s1600-h/angus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SVICGKZuWBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XGUr5g6iqDs/s320/angus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283287617753733138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to The Curve and watched Angus, thongs and perfect snogging yesterday!  Ahahaha. Nearly everything you laugh at is girly.  It got fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite nice, the story line is very, very normal but the jokes are funny.  I don't really know what's with the name.  It's random.  The movie is probably funnier if you're a girl. But if you're not a girl, you should try to think like one while watching the movie. Angus is cute.  Angus is not the guy, it's the CAT.  It's a fluffy sort of movie.  It's great for when you don't want to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eve of christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1929372004029548018?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1929372004029548018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1929372004029548018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1929372004029548018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1929372004029548018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='I Watched Angus!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SVICGKZuWBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XGUr5g6iqDs/s72-c/angus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3976251646041053936</id><published>2008-12-22T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:24:46.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Katie is&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGw3xi-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/N_IN0byBkSo/s1600-h/katie+with+purple+clover.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282464093871115234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGw3xi-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/N_IN0byBkSo/s320/katie+with+purple+clover.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGpYcboI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-O6OZyFDZgo/s1600-h/katie+with+poop+Butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282464091860659842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGpYcboI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-O6OZyFDZgo/s320/katie+with+poop+Butterflies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGtF3tHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Tf9SUMTdzsE/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282464092856497266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGtF3tHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Tf9SUMTdzsE/s320/katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What is Katie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A yellow lama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She goes &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6496317263357132920-3976251646041053936?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3976251646041053936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3976251646041053936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3976251646041053936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3976251646041053936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-katie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SU8VGw3xi-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/N_IN0byBkSo/s72-c/katie+with+purple+clover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6504093461702836608</id><published>2008-12-19T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:21:51.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lizard Gets Disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SUtZl9MbKkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k2mDmv1d3TU/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281413496638745154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SUtZl9MbKkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k2mDmv1d3TU/s320/lizard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy to announce my new-found fear of lizards! Probably scarier then roaches. Just now, as I was going to bake my Shrinky Dinks, there was this big, black, lizard. Okay, maybe the lizard wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. And then, it ran away under the microwave. But another lizard just HAD to come out and hide under the toaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hitting the counter with a fork, not knowing whether I left my mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I couldn't use the toaster now. First of all, I didn't want the chance of the lizard dashing head-first towards me. The second reason, I didn't want the smell of fried cicak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited. And waited. I did the labels, and then I put some of the gifts in the plastic packets. I got bored and did other random stuff. I think this went on for at least 45 minutes when I started to get bold and push the oven toaster. Push, jump back in terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peered under the toaster. Then under the microwave. It was under the toaster. I felt the lizard run across. AT LAST. But it wasn't safe yet. Or rather &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't safe yet. It was on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I baked my stuff in fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6504093461702836608?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6504093461702836608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6504093461702836608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6504093461702836608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6504093461702836608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-nichii.html' title='Happy Lizard Gets Disturbed'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SUtZl9MbKkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k2mDmv1d3TU/s72-c/lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8962273975837296609</id><published>2008-12-18T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:08:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>I went to my first TRU camp. It was okay - lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the ones before were better. That's what Ken and Jo say. The camp was pleasing and agreeable, but nothing really stood out. There wasn't really a "special" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were three levels of niceness displayed in nods, I think it would get the third nod, meaning the second worst nod. The best nod has your head moving up and down very fast with your tail wagging. I don't think there's a camp like that. Dorothy said to wait for heaven. HA. HA. Your mouth is open and your head is moving quite slowly up and down. There's quite a wild look in your eyes. That's the second. Now, the third, how I judge this camp, eyes are calm, head is moving in rythm upwards and outwards while mouth is shut. But still you can see that the person is liking the camp. The fourth nod is simple, it just shows that you dislike something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. I don't think there's much left to talk about camp. I don't even have photos. Everything was done in routine. Jo and I talked, and talked, and talked at night. This is a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody: So you two were the ones talking at night!&lt;br /&gt;We: Oh, you could hear?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody: Abaden. (How do you spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We talked. The first night there really wasn't anything to "talk" about. But the third night we had this game where we asked each other "things". It was supposed to be truth or dare actually. But, only truths came out I wouldn't really even call them truths because they were more like opinions. But truths come out with opinions. Haha. Hahahahaha. The questions we asked were really weird. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a time where the person who scooped out rice announced for lunch that the girls were having a competition on who ate the least rice. Then at night he said it was peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the third night, Dora smacked me with something while Jo and I were talking. It was dark, and it was a surprise, so I was shocked. I couldn't even see her face, only here black outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go home! It passed fast, meaning that I actually enjoyed. Wait, what am I saying? No, I don't dislike it. But it wasn't GREAT. I guess I can say I "enjoyed" it. I slept in the car. And I went home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8962273975837296609?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8962273975837296609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8962273975837296609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8962273975837296609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8962273975837296609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7606347371235264812</id><published>2008-12-10T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:02:35.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp</title><content type='html'>Should I say weee? Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope my clothes are ready! Now I'm wearing sort of like the rejects from my drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I have to get my Joker costume done! Its quite difficult, since I don't have purple pants.&lt;br /&gt;But! My mom has this really really weird green vest with colourful circles around the place. I don't even know why she bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have to find my pantsss. Long. And PURPLE. Almost impossible to find in my wad of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face. I've got that settled. The main base, bedak sejuk! For those of you who don't really have any idea about it, it's what Simple Jack wears! My brother wears it every night. But it stinks. Because it's fermented rice. And then, borrow my mom's reddy red red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm wearing The Joker. My brother before this and Jimmy Mackelroy(I dunno how to spell his name) kept on pushing for Camille. CAMILLE? But he wanted Jo and I to be the male-male duo in Blades of Glory. That is actually a very good idea. BUT. There's always a but. Jo hasn't even watched the movie and she's not dressing up. So. I think it's rather difficult to do the peacock costume. Not many people knew who the half Bond Girl from Quantum of Solace is. Well, she's CAMILLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a pack of cards. The Joker needs a pack of cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm going as a guy. I'll probably be horrid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp is on Saturday.  I'm in the same group as Jo, in the same devotional thing with Jo, and probably in the same dorm as her.  They treat us like peas in a pod.  Quite a good thing.  Last time Jo was asking my cousin Sue to come.  Then we could jump across the space between beds and talk and talk and talk.  My cousin asked whether we thought she was a flying squirrel.  I'm new, so I have a tick on my name.  Noooo...  Extra attention? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushing for posts.  Long ones if possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7606347371235264812?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7606347371235264812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7606347371235264812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7606347371235264812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7606347371235264812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/youth-camp.html' title='Youth Camp'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-996571528596594319</id><published>2008-12-09T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:22:05.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chriiiistmass</title><content type='html'>It's going to be the 25th - again. The christmas tree is not up, and I seem to be travelling around the place. There won't really be time to put up the dusty old tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is Youth Camp till Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'm going to Taiping because my mom wants to meet her friends in Penang. My brother wants to eat Phui Yee's parent's Wan Tan Mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week is busy except Friday which has a Care Group dinner and then the packing. And then, I have to buy some MORE presents or rather MAKE more presents. Probably I can do the making in Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Ee's is a face mask. I bought whitening, but then my mom said she wanted lifting. So. I really think my mom said at first that my aunt wanted lifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-996571528596594319?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/996571528596594319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=996571528596594319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/996571528596594319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/996571528596594319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/chriiiistmass.html' title='Chriiiistmass'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6240708251235319209</id><published>2008-12-08T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:05:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lip Butter</title><content type='html'>I've rediscovered the secret for lips that don't hurt.  Shea butter!  I think you can use Vaseline.  But shea butter works faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went on a flight and they loaded him with expensive stuff.  A shea butter pot, a small tube of handcream and some other stuff.  Nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just HAD to leave the butter pot in the car - sideways.  I came back finding the car compartment sooo oily.  It really was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My mom or was it me had to clean it up later.  Oh wait, was I the one to clean it up?&lt;br /&gt;2.  About half of the butter dirtied the car.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The stuff is EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Now the butter in the pot is not equal.  Meaning all the shea butter is only on one side of the tin.  There's some on lid also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to put it in the fridge.  I tried taking it out for around an hour and it was this digusting, squashy, pudgy thing.  It looks like tapioca in the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6240708251235319209?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6240708251235319209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6240708251235319209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6240708251235319209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6240708251235319209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/lip-butter.html' title='Lip Butter'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-5606939620192629007</id><published>2008-12-07T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:26:01.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolty!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/STuWRVEAS4I/AAAAAAAAATs/nRi2TD7mZpg/s1600-h/bolt!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276976612850551682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/STuWRVEAS4I/AAAAAAAAATs/nRi2TD7mZpg/s320/bolt!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Bolt yesterday! It is goooood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a sleepover with Jo, Ken, and Yang, at Jo's house and slept at 5? Or was it closer to 4:30? Anyway, it was late, the guys had slept already, but Jo and I continued to talk, whisper, snigger, laugh. YWC matchmaking. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to wake up at 9 am to go to a class. To glaze pots and so on. I came back and there was a call for me to watch Bolt! It was stressed at first since I needed to go to some Ballet class with a grumpy, brooding teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Bolt would be normal, but it wasn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The starting was just too cute. White dog puppies. Ahhh. But then the hamster is the cutest. It looks more like a ball than an animal. Mittens too. There were some really emotional parts.  And the starting was nice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.  Face transformation.  Bolt was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-5606939620192629007?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5606939620192629007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=5606939620192629007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5606939620192629007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5606939620192629007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolty.html' title='Bolty!!!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/STuWRVEAS4I/AAAAAAAAATs/nRi2TD7mZpg/s72-c/bolt!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1567620479561246525</id><published>2008-12-03T14:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:33:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stress Please</title><content type='html'>Wee. I just went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YWC&lt;/span&gt; 08 and came out - alive! Actually I'm shocked. I didn't "do well" in the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote The Toilet Paper. I found the stress interesting, lovable (when in camp), and one of the best things in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YWC&lt;/span&gt;. Some people cracked and splattered and worked themselves up into a rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Toilet Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot - Editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia - Assistant Editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Yong - The girl who borrowed my soap and sent me back to the sink in her room to get it&lt;br /&gt;back. She said she even forgot who she borrowed it from. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Wei - Has a 8.1 mega pixel camera. Picture bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Fan - I borrowed his camera a lot. Picture bank. Has the kitty pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian - Contributor of The Toilet Paper and resident artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia - Teeny weeny feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fayanadya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adipatria&lt;/span&gt; - Writes reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy - Did the Benedict article. Stepped on a cow-patty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaweeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sieh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; - Dodo the Frog.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Frodo&lt;/span&gt; the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Phui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; - Main Editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.  Who lives in Brian's shadow in art.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt;.  Came up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mas head of The Toilet Paper!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was really long. The night was quite horrible but one of the best also because of the STRESS. The Toilet Paper was dying. The was only one computer to be used and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;konged&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day I went to snap photos of Benedict &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Subramaniam&lt;/span&gt; and the kitten. Wow. The kitty was cute. But not THAT cute. But it was cute because nearly all kittens are cute. IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DIEEDDD&lt;/span&gt;. Jazz killed it. The dogs are not as gentle as you think. Think about it, THE KITTEN DIED. I wrote the kitten story. At last I got the chance to jump in the pool. We watched Motorcycle Diaries. Word went around saying the actor was better than Daniel Radcliffe except his eyes were not half as touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day. I woke up realising the days were running away. The next day I was going to go home! We went to the cave where Freddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt; spent his last few breaths. And I came out - ALIVE! My legs hurt. Ouch. Writer's Slam moved to tomorrow! Then at night suddenly I'm asked to write an article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slam. Not everybody spoke. Interesting. I go home to Catty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank more Milo than water!&lt;br /&gt;I love the stress!&lt;br /&gt;Food was worse than last time though it got better. Or maybe I just got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Ron thinks the food is alright, but he thinks the rice is ground-breaking!&lt;br /&gt;The cow-pies amazed me!&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't become a fish.  Meaning I swam much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. I'll go next year - if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dig out some photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1567620479561246525?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1567620479561246525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1567620479561246525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1567620479561246525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1567620479561246525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-stress-please.html' title='More Stress Please'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8182868600237050662</id><published>2008-12-03T12:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:17:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Day of M-IFW 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/STYi4cB67wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kaWYoQeJ07U/s1600-h/nov+20+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275442366503382786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/STYi4cB67wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kaWYoQeJ07U/s320/nov+20+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That seems really long ago. Everything blends into one another. This is probably going to be a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to CAD. Bust-a-Nut chose to do my lamp which my parents STOLE. I took such a long time just to do a light bulb. How could I? I was one of the last to finish. Also because I closed it before I saved it. Praaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yay! My mom comes to pick us up to the fashion week! We ate Tesco chocolate cookies for lunch. It was actually quite nice. Then I had to change and wear my mom's evil platforms. They aren't really evil, just that I'm not used to spoiling my feet. I really, really, need to get formal shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start searching for a parking lot and then I point out a fabulous spot but my mom doesn't hear me. I forgot to tell you, Sonia and Leila came. Wee. They pile on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go down and start ooh-ing and ahhh-ing at The Gardens. The Gardens is expensive. That's what makes it appealing. My mom kept ahh-ing at the wooden flooring in shops. "That's the floor I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go up and up in escalators. Then we reached our destination to find out that it was squashed and stuffed with people. We tried to catch the show with the Bumiputra designers. Alright, no more show. My mom went downstairs and came up asking whether we wanted to skip the show and eat at Red Box since it was so cheap. We settled with NO. Well, luckily, because soon after a volunteer gave us tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was too long. It was boring and the music was just disturbing. I wanted it to end! It ended. We ate trunch - a packet of bee-hoon and ice-lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee. We caught the Albert King show. It was... great? Maybe be even more than great. It made me stare and stare and stare over and over again. All the stuff wasn't alike. And it covered my fashion ground - Evening! Wee again. What was nice was that every dress had a certain flower so it all looked alike at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew tired and was riding on an escalator when a woman told us the next show was totally free seating so we could get sit where we wanted. We got pink roses too. And I still have the image of a very rich woman seated with her legs open opposite us in the super VIP seats. The show we watched was by Anita Hiong or Heong or something like Hiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we got freebies! Lipgloss from L'oreal and face mask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8182868600237050662?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8182868600237050662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8182868600237050662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8182868600237050662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8182868600237050662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-day-of-mifw.html' title='The Second Day of M-IFW 08'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/STYi4cB67wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kaWYoQeJ07U/s72-c/nov+20+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-936435699040466287</id><published>2008-12-03T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:56:49.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Lots</title><content type='html'>Yay! I did it! I managed to use the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't used it for six days. Amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm aiming for three posts. Today! I don't think I've done more than one post except on the first day of my blog. Come to think of it, I forgot to celebrate Essence of Dittany's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first post will be on YWC of course.&lt;br /&gt;The second on the second day of MIFW.&lt;br /&gt;The third? THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even go on a spree and do not one, not two, but three more posts! Kidding. I'll spend too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-936435699040466287?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/936435699040466287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=936435699040466287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/936435699040466287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/936435699040466287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-lots.html' title='Blog Lots'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2654329618275611725</id><published>2008-11-26T19:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:53:47.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of M-IFW 08</title><content type='html'>Weeee! I went for the first day of the Malaysia International Fashion Week! At first the day started out horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there at eleven after a lot of rushing since I only woke up at ten. Then we queued up. It turned out that we were in the wrong line. So, we went to the other table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before we had "registered". Registering means nil. You still have to wait until all the important people get in then they will give you tickets. So we waited. All the VIPs were late so the show only started around 11:48. Then the speaker came and said how good we were to be bright and early. The show was supposed to start at eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Truly Asia which was a group of designers around Asia. At first there was this weird dance thing. They all had this white make-up on their faces. Then it was PU3. My mom and I felt it was rather boring. Nothing new except for this bright pink shorts-shirt. We also feel Amber Chia is looking stick-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched designers from India, Indonesia, Korea, Japan, China and some other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one I think was still from Malaysia. It was boriing. I think the lights gave my mom a headache. And then there was this screechy, screamy music. I didn't like the fashion. Again, nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the cat-walk place. Then we went out of the Fashion week room. We were leaving the place hunting for lunch when a lady called us and stamped our hands with this red chop. When we went downstairs, we realised that the chop gave us a free, nice, buffet lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know that while we were eating, the Villiam Ooi show was on. We missed it. I hadn't expected the show to be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back in the Fashion Week place and waited and waited for at least an hour. Luckily I persuaded my mom to ask if the red chop could get us in. It couldn't. So we had to get the "free seating" tickets. When we went back in the queue had already started for the MIFA 8 fashion forward. But it was blue tickets, or rather important people, first. Ours was black. So we waited. Then, one of the volunteers came and gave us each a blue ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha. For once I was a VIP. I got a fuschia sticker instead of a green one. The seating was by number. My mom keeps on saying that "angels" were watching. Har. The seats were much closer to the cat-walk so I think my mom could see the faces of the models more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition was nice. I think I prefered it to Truly Asia even though the designers were not so experienced. I think it didn't make me so tired either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I'm going again! Though I have CAD so I will miss a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YWC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2654329618275611725?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2654329618275611725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2654329618275611725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2654329618275611725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2654329618275611725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-m-ifw-08.html' title='The First Day of M-IFW 08'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2744814581014183977</id><published>2008-11-22T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:29:28.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie in the Movie!</title><content type='html'>I watched Amazing Grace yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says the actor is from Fantastic Four. It seems weird. Somebody acts as a superhero and then acts as a totally different character? Well, actually I guess it's not so weird. He is supposed to be a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I watched the movie I thought he was a black. Muaha. I also didn't know the movie was about a loooong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call the movie "soooo boring" but I wouldn't call the movie "so engaging!" either. Actually I thought It would be really boring since all the things I heard about the movie point in one direction - BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the dogs. They are MY kind of dogs. Big, and furry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I only like the dogs. How shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like.  I like the dogs.  Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I like other things too.  I like that it was set in seventeen something.  The costumes were nice, though I'm talking about the female costumes.  I always look at the costumes in these type of Jane Austen time movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really enjoy the movie because I watched it at my mom's friend's house.  I was sitting on the floor, hugging my knees.  At home I would probably do that at home but it didn't feel comfortable because I was in a house I didn't know well.  Also, it was FREEZING.  My brother had stuffed his hands under his shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking his name was Wilbur Wilburforce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2744814581014183977?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2744814581014183977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2744814581014183977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2744814581014183977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2744814581014183977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/hola.html' title='Doggie in the Movie!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2333027968596015495</id><published>2008-11-19T20:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:07:54.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOO</title><content type='html'>The title is actually supposed to be peas in a pod. It looks like my attempt failed. I'm not "OOOO-ing" at some juicy secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SSQKzi5S5BI/AAAAAAAAASU/ksXkn-QuLaw/s1600-h/pea+pod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270349344587047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SSQKzi5S5BI/AAAAAAAAASU/ksXkn-QuLaw/s320/pea+pod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like the look of peas in a pod. I think they're really cute. The reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green is my favourite colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always caught up with some sort of fruit or vegetable. The one before peas were lemons. Everywhere lemons were seen. That's why I made that cat_inalemon thing. Before lemons were apple trees! I think I still like lemons though. But maybe not so much. One thing I like is the colour. &lt;em&gt;Yellow&lt;/em&gt;. Something other than the colour, the shape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the time when my grandmother made these pea pods. She cut the shape out from crepe paper and then put a bead at the spot where she wanted a bump and pressed. Then it looked as if there was a pea inside. She did this till the end so it looked like a pod full of peas. It was nice. Realistic too. But I dunno where they went. Its probably in some junkyard somewhere. We throw away lots of what we've made. We being me and my mom. That's why my mom doesn't want to send me to craft or pottery class. We have no storage space for the crafts created. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I always get bored of the classes I go to. BORED. It's a very disturbing, hair-ripping feeling. Well no, I never rip my hair out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up dreading going to classes. It's always the teacher or the stuff thought. Sometimes it's both. I don't get inspired easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6496317263357132920-2333027968596015495?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2333027968596015495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2333027968596015495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2333027968596015495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2333027968596015495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='OOOO'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SSQKzi5S5BI/AAAAAAAAASU/ksXkn-QuLaw/s72-c/pea+pod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7298698053847587371</id><published>2008-11-18T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:20:21.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Cuts</title><content type='html'>That hurts. It's especially bad when you start dancing with your hand hard. Then, one big, unpleasant slide and slice goes the skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why they hurt so much. It doesn't even go really deep. Eating a juicy sour orange is the worst. The juice drips down and goes into the cut. I usually try to suck it out. By then the damage is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I asked Sonia what to write about. She said paper-cuts. Then I thought of banana smoothies. Banana smoothies are goood. I want a KENWOOD SMOOTHIE JUNIOR. Then I decided not to blog. I didn't have anything to blog about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kenwood Smoothie Juniors are nice. That is what I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really want a Kenwood Smoothie Junior. I was scolded quite a few times for wanting too much and how I was NEVER satisfied with what I had. Quite true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm joking. But I think another camera than the company one would be nice. It's so old. It runs on batteries. I have decided that you should never buy a camera that runs on batteries. Even if they are chargeable. They just kong out so fast that I start being very, very, very, grumpy if the camera is left on for a sort of long period of time. The same remarks I hear, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RELAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7298698053847587371?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7298698053847587371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7298698053847587371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7298698053847587371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7298698053847587371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/paper-cuts.html' title='Paper Cuts'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1286083849468430154</id><published>2008-11-17T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:00:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagged by Joanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ignore the person and complain to the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Having my other dreams come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can only think of my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Buy more money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Noooo...  I don't fall in love with girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Being loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. D0 you intend to wait for someone you really love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That would take forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I think so.  But I can't remember what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When I make other people cry.  I'm scared of the parents - they give you hostile stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oldish and probably studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Family and friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Loud and uhhh...  hamsterfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Single and rich!  Weeee.  I can always marry later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.(a)What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dreammmm for at least half an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15.(b)What is your mood now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungrrryyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16. (a)Your favourite weather is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cloudy and windy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16.(b) Would you give all in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; one?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll try to.  But I know I can't.  Because it's quite impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;19. Would you suffer now and enjoy later or the opposite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Suffer now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;20.W ho are you planning to tag next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jian Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1286083849468430154?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1223037672706923401</id><published>2008-11-12T15:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:04:52.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italicize the statements that you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 170cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;br /&gt;He drives.&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tatoo of a star.&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm studying fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a business running.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;br /&gt;My parents don't know about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My school mates know about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like wearing dresses.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;High school's filled with drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month.&lt;br /&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;One Utama is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I’m a guy.(sometimes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll last.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in long distance relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;At times I think I still am a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I still have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;br /&gt;I’m hot.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a DS light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live without music.&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;br /&gt;I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100% freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Boys are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love horror films.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love Apple Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;I love swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t worked out since March.&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I love my friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;jian eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;liesl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;jo lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1223037672706923401?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1223037672706923401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>z.z.z.z.</title><content type='html'>I joined the speech contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair just below the chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to act as a joyful grandchild eating happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got niggled at for not using up any of my 20 balls of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weirdest Maximus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4699298029479109458?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4699298029479109458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4699298029479109458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4699298029479109458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4699298029479109458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/zzzz.html' title='z.z.z.z.'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8509183189576107732</id><published>2008-10-07T18:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:09:57.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodstock Is Cuddly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SOtAa56GxdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZQLT3EurHKs/s1600-h/woodstock+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SOtAa56GxdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZQLT3EurHKs/s200/woodstock+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254364221223126482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I played Apples to Apples with Ju Lyn, Ju Ean and my brother.  It was supposed to be 'cuddly' or 'adorable' and so I put Woodstock.  It was Ju Lyn's turn to be the one to pick and  the others were 'caves' and 'surfboarding'.  She chose 'caves'.  Because she thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was the one to put 'caves'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT so random as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes I can be extremely random.  But seriously, I don't find caves adorable.  Certainly not cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caves are clammy, dark things that people admire because of their enormous quantities of bats and their droppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the time my father, my brother and I went 'spelunking'  in a cave  around Ipoh.  We chose the dry path but there was a wet one.  While you were on the dry path you could see how the wet one was.  It was brown and murky and disgusting all because of the bat shit.  People actually waded in it because it was exciting.  Ooooo.  But my dad wants to go for it.  I think I will come back with a seriously serious skin decease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8509183189576107732?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8509183189576107732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8509183189576107732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8509183189576107732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8509183189576107732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/woodstock-is-cuddly.html' title='Woodstock Is Cuddly'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SOtAa56GxdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZQLT3EurHKs/s72-c/woodstock+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8175376844039723388</id><published>2008-10-06T16:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:34:05.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Fluuuuush</title><content type='html'>I'm scared of the flush but the flush is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; scared of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about that sound. You push that shiny pedal sort of thing and then at once that noisy, scary, disturbing sound spews out. I think it likes to see or hear me scurry out of the bathroom when it starts talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I flush only when I want to get out of the toilet. After that I trot out and get as far away as I can so I need not hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different flushes make different sounds and some sounds are not so menacing. Some sounds don't make you feel as if you are going to dieee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8175376844039723388?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8175376844039723388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8175376844039723388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8175376844039723388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8175376844039723388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-fluuuuushhhh.html' title='Don&apos;t Fluuuuush'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2070585151314945097</id><published>2008-09-25T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:35:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Study Group</title><content type='html'>There is a study group in one of the houses in Subang. This group is new. This group just got born. The study group wants to ice-skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of a study group is, actually, to make you smarter. Meaning this study group needs to be smarter. Also meaning that 'The Study Group' is not smart enough. Not knowledgeable enough. Needs to be brainier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study group is also to expose you to other new things. New things or things you want to do with people around. Meaning this study group is filled with lonely people. Also meaning this study group does not mix enough. Too secluded. Needs to be more sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Study Group' needs to be filled with professors. 'The Study Group' needs to be filled with social butterflies. People want 'The Study Group' to change. It's suspect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2070585151314945097?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2070585151314945097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2070585151314945097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2070585151314945097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2070585151314945097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/study-group.html' title='The Study Group'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2609717581380038638</id><published>2008-09-12T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:35:33.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>THOUGHTS are what I am giving to two of my bean plants.&lt;br /&gt;One is filled with GOOD THOUGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;The other is filled with BAD THOUGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;The last is just THOUGHTless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts are supposed to make a plant grow less or more.  Thoughts seem to affect the plant though the bad one seems to be growing the most.  The thoughtless one grows the least.  It sprawls all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been my fault.  I turned a few of the beans so that their roots faced up.  Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans make you fart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2609717581380038638?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2609717581380038638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2609717581380038638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2609717581380038638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2609717581380038638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/importance-of-thoughts.html' title='The Importance of THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1378670754727495878</id><published>2008-08-25T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:43:42.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dush</title><content type='html'>Olympics and ballet concert is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell an IKEA lavender candle.  It kills the rotting smell of garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my mom burned the incense holder.  The type which you put a candle underneath, then put water and nice smelling oils in the bowlish sort of thing on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We burned it for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, when she realised that it was burning, she put water that wasn't hot enough on it.  She said it cracked.  Then I asked her to put out the candle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1378670754727495878?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1378670754727495878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1378670754727495878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1378670754727495878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1378670754727495878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/08/dush.html' title='Dush'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7156359048132851225</id><published>2008-07-30T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:50:28.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right</title><content type='html'>This morning, I sounded weird.  Now, it's nearly normal but I think it still doesn't sound correct.  There seems to be a tinge of ruffledness.  This conclusion has been made by myself after saying countless times of hellos to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the DURIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a little too much of it. &lt;br /&gt;It has destroyed my throat.  For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7156359048132851225?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7156359048132851225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7156359048132851225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7156359048132851225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7156359048132851225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/right.html' title='Right'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7854122306384999184</id><published>2008-07-28T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:06:32.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talking Pool</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jo and I went to the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent at least three hours soaking in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked. Then swam when there was a talking interval. She realised it should be the other way round. Meaning that we talked when there was a swimming interval. We probably sniggered, laughed and yakked around for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we realised that we were not swimming at all and that we should start swimming.  To avoid swimming up and down the pool aimlessly, I decided that we should make our own route that went all around the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SI161FeL7aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KvJGdqa7qSM/s1600-h/my+route.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SI161FeL7aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KvJGdqa7qSM/s200/my+route.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227969794867457442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My route.   On the third round I started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Green marks the spot where I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jo asked me after the first round why I was just going around in circles.  I told her that was the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pulls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, before the time where we swam round the pool, I asked Jo to pull me up from the water using my dear chin.  So, after we went around in circles, I asked her to do it again.  Then one thing leads to another, so I asked her to pull me up by my ears.&lt;br /&gt;The sequence in which she hoisted me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The chin&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ears&lt;br /&gt;3.  The right ear&lt;br /&gt;4.  The index finger.  We both heard a loud crack.&lt;br /&gt;5.  The pinky&lt;br /&gt;6.  The hair.  My head looked as if it were on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;7.  The big toe&lt;br /&gt;8.  The small toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my brother wanted to go to play tennis with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;so I decided to go swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7854122306384999184?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7854122306384999184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7854122306384999184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7854122306384999184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7854122306384999184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-pool.html' title='The Talking Pool'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SI161FeL7aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KvJGdqa7qSM/s72-c/my+route.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3759199543292796873</id><published>2008-07-20T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:46:22.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoorah!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to watch Batman at nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably leaving in thirty minutes time. My brother needs to buy his books.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we have to leave one hour before just to buy some note-pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got twenty balls of yarn from Knit Picks on Wednesday.  I only got it because my mom's friend came back from California on nine July.  I know it's rather delayed.  Twenty balls is a lot.  At last I found a pattern for a tam which I think I can actually do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I tried to do one under the supervision of the shop lady at Taipan.  I tried four times and failed so I gave up.  I decided to use the yarn for a cat hat for catty.  Now I have just made a sweater.  I made the pattern for the sweater myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3759199543292796873?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3759199543292796873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3759199543292796873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3759199543292796873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3759199543292796873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Hoorah!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6787566714397025281</id><published>2008-06-25T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:26:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things, Things, Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am to list three things.  The colours are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGD_QPJRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x5ELDw3L4iE/s1600-h/spinning+popsicles%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGD_QPJRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x5ELDw3L4iE/s200/spinning+popsicles%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215808352781542674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                 popsicles                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGEPkPXII/AAAAAAAAAJo/sFlaWt7caKk/s1600-h/lemons+la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGEPkPXII/AAAAAAAAAJo/sFlaWt7caKk/s200/lemons+la.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215808357160410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you will guess this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGEA8sxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PhXGuqEJvwg/s1600-h/cats+painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGEA8sxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PhXGuqEJvwg/s200/cats+painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215808353236469074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGECaGSNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ya0G7FHJCrY/s1600-h/by+the+blue+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGECaGSNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ya0G7FHJCrY/s200/by+the+blue+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215808353628211410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These aren't the best pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But they serve the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6787566714397025281?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6787566714397025281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6787566714397025281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6787566714397025281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6787566714397025281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-things-things.html' title='Things, Things, Things'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJGD_QPJRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x5ELDw3L4iE/s72-c/spinning+popsicles%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-1650672977709582031</id><published>2008-06-25T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:11:54.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJDhVOPSuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EHKto4ouAIk/s1600-h/eww.++but+kind+of+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJDhVOPSuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EHKto4ouAIk/s200/eww.++but+kind+of+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215805558360066786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an intruder in my backyard.  It is a fat, disgusting rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats are scaring me.  We used to have a rat infestation but we killed its population.  VERMIN.  Dirty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a rat which my father killed.  It got stuck to a board of glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is scared of rats.  The last time a rat came in while I was folding clothes upstairs and my brother jumped onto a chair and started screaming.  My dear dog is half blind and is quite dull so she didn't see a little animal scamper across ther floor.  Then, a few days ago my brother was wringing the mop and the rat came towards him.  He ran into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm scared of rats too.  They make my skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those rats in the picture ARE rats, but I think they are rather cute.  I think it is because they are pets.  I don't want to make my blog rat infested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-1650672977709582031?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1650672977709582031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=1650672977709582031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1650672977709582031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/1650672977709582031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/rats.html' title='Rats!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SGJDhVOPSuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EHKto4ouAIk/s72-c/eww.++but+kind+of+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3591066782146808115</id><published>2008-06-16T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:23:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leech Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SFXZ7Bk1dKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/y9t1PkuBevA/s1600-h/DSC03084+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212311751809660066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SFXZ7Bk1dKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/y9t1PkuBevA/s200/DSC03084+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I thought it would be bloodier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a the back of the leg. It is a rather weird position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pink part is the heel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3591066782146808115?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3591066782146808115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3591066782146808115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3591066782146808115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3591066782146808115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/leech-bite.html' title='The Leech Bite'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SFXZ7Bk1dKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/y9t1PkuBevA/s72-c/DSC03084+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2959252189307070564</id><published>2008-06-15T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:18:26.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seemingly Seamless</title><content type='html'>hmmmmm&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...  This cat shirt of mine from Thailand seems to have no seams on both sides.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If they had cut it sideways, at least one side should have been sewn up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's weird.  Perhaps there the shirt uses invisible thread and has had a spell cast on it not to show the lines of the cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or maybe, more magic is stored in the Cha-Cha cat than known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2959252189307070564?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2959252189307070564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2959252189307070564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2959252189307070564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2959252189307070564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/seemingly-seamless.html' title='Seemingly Seamless'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3682441584927603104</id><published>2008-06-09T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:01:00.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the LEECHES!</title><content type='html'>We went to Jo and Ken's father's house in Kemaman for five days.  Then, we took a drive to Taman Negara and stayed there for two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the trip we went to a river.  Nothing unusual happened.  It rained after thirty minutes.  There were fishes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second day we went jungle trekking.  We walked to the canopy, then to near the top of the hill, then to the top of the hill.  Everything went fine just that I was dreading the thought of climbing back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed down to the place where the canopy walk was and took a trek back to the river.  The sign said 1.6 KM so we thought it would be an easy stroll back to the chalets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked.  And walked.  Probably we had passed the wall by then and was burning fat cells.  Then everybody started getting scared.  Something wasn't right.  It looked as if we were taking a path to nowhere.  Jo and I were climbing up the hill when we saw Ken and my brother.  They were waiting for us and were getting leeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jo and I stopped and waited for the parents who were the slowest.  The leeches were starting to attack her and she was stomping and jumping around.  At last the parents called out to us to wait some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked 0n as soon as they were in sight because none of us wanted to feed the leeches.  Then I spotted one on my shoe.  I hit it off and started jumping like a monkey.  Then we trekked on and I saw another one niggling its way onto my skin.  Hit it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we caught sight of the river!  The others wanted to stay for awhile but my brother wanted to get back into civilization so I followed him.  We went into the hotel's restaurant to try to get some water but the woman wouldn't give water to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way down to the jetty to get to the other side of the river and found Jo and Ken waiting for us.  Then we sat down and waited for the parents.  That was when I checked my feet.  I couldnt find a blood spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the hotel and I took my socks then shoes off when I realized a smudge of red on the side of my shoe.  Then I saw a big red spot on my sock.  I went and sat on my bed when I saw that I was actually putting blood on it.  Then I looked in horror at my right ankle and caught sight of a huge spot of blood.  Further up on my shin there was another leech bite.  Jo took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was cleaning my shoe yesterday, I realized blood has gotten into the cracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3682441584927603104?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3682441584927603104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3682441584927603104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3682441584927603104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3682441584927603104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-leeches.html' title='It&apos;s the LEECHES!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6670895508197553087</id><published>2008-05-30T21:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:07:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Was Terrible</title><content type='html'>Fund-raising does have its good side after all other than donating money to NCS. We went to USJ 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first woman Daryl asked was horrible. When he asked whether he could have a few minutes of her time, she replied with a loud "Noh". There was a H at the end of the "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it short. The second person Daryl asked wasn't much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked along and saw a house with two cats in the porch. I stuck my hand through the gate and played with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked along some more and I found this cat. I think it is a mixed Main(e) Coon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAF1h0wROI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kuuyfDRwCXc/s1600-h/me+with+cat4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206167586411136226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAF1h0wROI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kuuyfDRwCXc/s200/me+with+cat4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the picture that shows the most fur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAFuh0wRNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Yp9wDqefhdU/s1600-h/me+with+cat3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206167466152051922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAFuh0wRNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Yp9wDqefhdU/s200/me+with+cat3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second one which shows the most fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAFnh0wRMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GVIqU3wp8W4/s1600-h/me+with+cat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206167345892967618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAFnh0wRMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GVIqU3wp8W4/s200/me+with+cat2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture the cat doesn't look very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAFgh0wRLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/D8p1A1fEte0/s1600-h/me+with+cat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206167225633883314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAFgh0wRLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/D8p1A1fEte0/s200/me+with+cat1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my brother's hand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home with RM 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last house was great! Not only did the master of the house give RM 30, but the golden retriever was nice and smart. It doesn't wander far away. It looks peaceful and its colour is nice. Creamier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Daryl for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6670895508197553087?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6670895508197553087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6670895508197553087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6670895508197553087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6670895508197553087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-was-terrible.html' title='The First Was Terrible'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SEAF1h0wROI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kuuyfDRwCXc/s72-c/me+with+cat4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8032480377524527241</id><published>2008-05-26T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:11:08.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To Parliament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SDrEpx0wREI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5SOKLMKdTFY/s1600-h/Dewan+Parlimen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204688541408314434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SDrEpx0wREI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5SOKLMKdTFY/s200/Dewan+Parlimen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive never worn a shirt before. But I had to, if not I had to wear either a phsycadalic shirt or a brown flowery shirt. Both of them were my mom's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8032480377524527241?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8032480377524527241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8032480377524527241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8032480377524527241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8032480377524527241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-parliament.html' title='A Trip To Parliament'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SDrEpx0wREI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5SOKLMKdTFY/s72-c/Dewan+Parlimen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-2312104465240965856</id><published>2008-05-11T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:16:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chant!</title><content type='html'>Okaaay.  I just saw an advertisement on the McDonald's chant which rewarded you with a Big Mac.  Well, my brother did it and got it.  He did it in 3.89 seconds.  Actually it SHOWED 3.89 seconds.  I think he did it in around 3.5 seconds but the lady stopped it at nearly 3.9 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long time ago in a supermarket, I was running away from my brother.  That was before the time he had started terrifying me with his jabby zipper-zaps.  And so I ran.  Quite a short distance actually.  Then I reached my destination and tugged at my father's shirt.  He was buying fruits.  "Papa,  Co-Co is disturbing me!!!!!!".  I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised it WASN'T my father.  I ran off.  Rather like Napoleon Dynamite.  At the back of me I could hear the laughing snigger of my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-2312104465240965856?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2312104465240965856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=2312104465240965856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2312104465240965856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/2312104465240965856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/chant.html' title='Chant!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4771844956606049099</id><published>2008-05-03T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:39:34.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Flew Over My Head</title><content type='html'>Just one minute ago a bird flew over my head and nearly smacked into the window like in cartoons. It flew over my head very loudly and tried to fly out of the window. It took a few seconds to do that because the opening was quite small. You could hear the loud patter of wings agianst the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long time ago a magpie flew into our house and into the store room. Bingo went wild and we had to hold her while we tried to dig for the bird. It did not want to come out so we had to wait for a considerably long time. If you bent down, you could see it standing on the floor where it was so difficult to get. At last it flew out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4771844956606049099?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4771844956606049099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4771844956606049099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4771844956606049099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4771844956606049099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-flew-over-my-head.html' title='One Flew Over My Head'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4979915504000246616</id><published>2008-04-28T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:10:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Fluffy Stuff</title><content type='html'>I am going to eat brown porridge afterwards!  I dislike brown rice.  It has this cockroachy taste which I find disturbing.  Maybe the pickled lettuce will erase the taste.  I enjoy pickled lettuce.  Best of all, you don't even need to cook them.  Just get a can-opener and open the can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBWhKkxhL9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rKK68WS29t0/s1600-h/poochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194234948283871186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBWhKkxhL9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rKK68WS29t0/s200/poochi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is a toy poodle.  I like unshaved toy poodles.  There is a toy poodle in my dog's obdience class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBWgx0xhL8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/K8uQ-hqfym0/s1600-h/poochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4979915504000246616?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4979915504000246616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4979915504000246616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4979915504000246616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4979915504000246616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/white-fluffy-stuff.html' title='White Fluffy Stuff'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBWhKkxhL9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rKK68WS29t0/s72-c/poochi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-5377985412537156962</id><published>2008-04-25T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:44:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A View On French Loaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBHfWkxhL7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/H8MJxG_NbbU/s1600-h/french+loaf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBHfWkxhL7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/H8MJxG_NbbU/s200/french+loaf.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193177424256380850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloated.  I don't even know why I feel so stuffed.  It's not like I ate THAT much at JPS teatime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having cake for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like pure French Loaves.  I like eating eat without toasting, buttering, or garlicing it.  It is best if you don't use a bread knife. I prefer tearing them.  We're eating them very often nowadays since my brother has a bicycle again.  It is very convenient to have a son with a functioning bicycle because he can run errands for you.  Boy, do this!  Go and buy me some bread please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the picture back on the left.  I prefer it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-5377985412537156962?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5377985412537156962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=5377985412537156962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5377985412537156962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/5377985412537156962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/view-on-french-loaves.html' title='A View On French Loaves'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SBHfWkxhL7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/H8MJxG_NbbU/s72-c/french+loaf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-3062892100671660249</id><published>2008-04-22T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:00:50.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devices</title><content type='html'>My mother and I are thinking of devices that will help Bingsa to be shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has already pointed out that it is probably her food since we changed it to Eukanuba.  Before, we had tried a packet of Avocado Avoderm since Chin Ee told my mom to try it.  Yesterday we bought another packet of Eukanuba.  The lady at the shop said that it needs at least three months for her fur to get used to the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother told her about Bingo not glittering and she told us to try this sort of pasty thing that you squeeze into the dog's mouth.  It costs a bomb.  It's.......  RM 43!  That's two dollars less than the Eukanuba dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled for human things that will probably help her fur coat.  My mother bought Scott's Emulsion and just now a packet of brown sugar that you use to make kuih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how the sugar works at all.  I think it's something to do with what's inside the sugar.  haha.  Maybe it is the sugar cane or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bingo is enjoying all this new products.  Partly because of all the attention but most of all, she has more things to taste!  My dog is a greedy animal.  One time she ripped open the dog food bag that was on the floor.  I am actually still shocked that she saved it for when she would starve if we forgot to feed her before we went out or when we went out for a long time and forgot to feed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we put her food on the ladder now.  Maybe she'll even learn to climb a ladder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-3062892100671660249?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3062892100671660249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=3062892100671660249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3062892100671660249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/3062892100671660249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/devices.html' title='Devices'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6354736578260722710</id><published>2008-04-21T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:44:13.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finished thed Boy by Roald Dahl. I like the part about the rat-mash and ratitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, he really had alot of spanking. Evil headmaster after another. The older people in his school seem to be evil, too. Oh yes, I like the chapter of goat's tobacco. His ancient half sister's husband seems so....... tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will read Going Solo. Last time I thought it was one was one book, Boy and Going Solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers stink after two days.  I'm going to eat pumpkin tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6354736578260722710?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6354736578260722710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6354736578260722710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6354736578260722710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6354736578260722710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/boy.html' title='Boy'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-659025187737501746</id><published>2008-04-18T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:57:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SAhGCTgYQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xY0KwlUqPvQ/s1600-h/hunched.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SAhGCTgYQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xY0KwlUqPvQ/s200/hunched.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190475575954260338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Chin Ee's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some sort of "surprise party".   It wasn't that much of a surprise party cause the secret had been let out when Chin Ee said she was sick and could not come.  That was when we had to tell her that it was her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, Ken and Jo had told her that they were coming to my house to do a briefing of a church camp which was only in May.  My aunt really believed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures.  Camera was spoiled last year.  I can ask Jo for some.  I gave my aunt a mouse which I had made that day and a spectacles case which I had finished a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant party.  At the end Jo and I went upstairs to learn magic tricks.  I still have my POTONG!  I kept it halfway because I was too full to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago I saw this man who was so tall he had to hunch in order not to bang into the bananas hanging from a ceiling frame.  My mother can barely reach it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see it on the picture.  I put it on the right because I've never done that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-659025187737501746?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/659025187737501746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=659025187737501746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/659025187737501746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/659025187737501746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-again.html' title='Happy Birthday Again!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/SAhGCTgYQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xY0KwlUqPvQ/s72-c/hunched.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-8964545137830747948</id><published>2008-04-14T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:46:25.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oranges</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get excited over flowers again. It was because we went to a bridal exhibition and we stayed there until 4:30 for the flower workshop. It was the BEST thing out of the whole exhibition. It was better than the fashion shows which was repeated so many times. One cake booth was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cake from the cake booth mentioned above had lots of red stripes on it. It reminds me of the cat in the hat. My mother participated in the work shop. I got her scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nowadays my mom keeps on associating me with bright orange because of my spectacles. They have these orange inner lining with the obvious black frame. So, when she saw an orange sofa she said that we should it get so that I could sit on it and blend in. Then, when my aunt came and gave some cake which was in a container with an orange cover... you can guess. Another thing. I have a watch we bought in June last year which is also made up of those two colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. The pears I was talking about in a post were called GONG pears. Gong sounds chinese. Another expensive one is the KOREAN pear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-8964545137830747948?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8964545137830747948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=8964545137830747948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8964545137830747948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/8964545137830747948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/oranges.html' title='Oranges'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-889422908957913944</id><published>2008-04-10T15:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:39:35.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furryness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I don't JUST like cats anymore. Actually, I've always liked animals. Not all. But I like birds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187514628101389362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R_3BEdMgPDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xgnid7Ringw/s320/bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one looks like it's perched on a signboard&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R_2__NMgPCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/f44XyIW5Mqw/s1600-h/kooka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187513438395448354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R_2__NMgPCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/f44XyIW5Mqw/s320/kooka.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This bird has some barbecued meat in its mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R_2_odMgPBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1zUIrmBM5Zo/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187513047553424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R_2_odMgPBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1zUIrmBM5Zo/s320/nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an Albino kookaburra. I think I like it best. It seems very furry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept it for the last. 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I like those furry rugs at IKEA though they are not "practical". It's hard to vacuum them. And, since I have a dog, it would be an extra "dust trapper". Jo says some sort of FUNGUS will breed in it. Ah well.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-889422908957913944?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/889422908957913944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=889422908957913944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/889422908957913944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/889422908957913944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/squawk.html' title='Furryness'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R_3BEdMgPDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xgnid7Ringw/s72-c/bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-4366179517093754629</id><published>2008-03-31T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:32:03.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the 31st!</title><content type='html'>Today is the end of March! In exactly two months time it will be Beatrix's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Tony Anthony's talk with Jo, Chin Ee, my mother and father. And of course, my beloved brother. Ken did not come since he had basketball training. We all packed ourselves into one car.  Well, it is kind of lucky since we would have been squashed if not squashed already.  If you look at it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being John Malkovich is such a scary film. My father said it was boring when he watched it before. I know it has many layers but I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-4366179517093754629?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4366179517093754629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=4366179517093754629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4366179517093754629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/4366179517093754629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-31st.html' title='It&apos;s the 31st!'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-6341763419376593509</id><published>2008-03-27T13:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:10:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like PPs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PECKAM PEAR&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s.  I think that's how you spell it.  I just ate it last night after a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like them because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.  I like green.  Peckam pears are a nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The green has more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in it than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     It is not a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They also have brown freckles on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.  They are soft and therefore I can eat it from the core itself without worrying that my two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     large front teeth will chip away or break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.  It has scored me many points in a game Jo thought us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.  Pears have a nice shape.  I don't like china pears*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.  They are not green though they are yellow.  I prefer green to yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.  It is not shaped like the classic pear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.  It is too big and hard to eat everything.  My brother and I used to call them molecule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     pears.   He likes them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.  The hit rate of them being sweet is very low.  They are also very expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There are also another breed which look like peckam pears.  They have red splotches and are also very, very expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*I don't know whether they are called "China" pears.  I just know they are Asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After note:  My  brother just got his birthday present from Acma Books.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-6341763419376593509?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6341763419376593509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=6341763419376593509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6341763419376593509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/6341763419376593509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-pps.html' title='I like PPs'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496317263357132920.post-7837268195069080688</id><published>2008-03-21T15:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:09:17.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow  is  Jo  Lynn's Birthday!  The thing is, none of us are really free on Saturdays.  Chin Ee says she wants to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; party.  Just desserts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can play with her kittens.  Now she has kittens.  Now she has kittens.  Now she has kittens.  Not just one.  The first one, Shiloh, is nearly a cat now.  The other three look like they were four weeks old when I saw them last Sunday.  One of the three has maggots under its leg.  Kittens taken in so young by humans usually die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;THESE ARE PICTURES OF SHILOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R-Nqkqf2mxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3lqRkm3BouY/s1600-h/shiloh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R-Nqkqf2mxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3lqRkm3BouY/s320/shiloh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180101174521928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;These are Jo's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R-NqF6f2mwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cU0p6W5z8eE/s1600-h/ken+with+shiloh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R-NqF6f2mwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cU0p6W5z8eE/s320/ken+with+shiloh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180100646240951042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ken is playing with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496317263357132920-7837268195069080688?l=essenceofdittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7837268195069080688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496317263357132920&amp;postID=7837268195069080688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7837268195069080688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496317263357132920/posts/default/7837268195069080688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofdittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-jo.html' title='Happy Birthday Jo'/><author><name>Jian Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oqhkbgR23g/R-Nqkqf2mxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3lqRkm3BouY/s72-c/shiloh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
